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Shang Yao: "Yao Luo, please stick your head over here, let's take a group photo."

Yao Luo yawned and walked to him: "Have you decided?"

"Yes." Shang Yao put down the phone in his hand.

At nine o'clock in the evening, he just got a call asking him to go to the trading station to open the bid tomorrow morning.

In the post-2000s life, work and work and work have been non-stop since college internship.

"Yao Luo, can you tell me, will the adult world always be so difficult for a few years, or will it always be like this?"

"It will always be like this, unless you become me. As long as you become a god, even the smallest person can transcend the world."

Shang Yao just smiled and shook his head.

He had big plans and prepared them while in college, but unfortunately the mask ruined everything.

Internship and then work step by step, the landlord of the small rental house with an area of ​​40 square meters said that she had already changed four tenants.

Shang Yao once persuaded his landlord with 20,000 yuan, and planned to use that small laptop to write and write every day, starting from scratch, and striving to be able to fill his belly with royalties within a year.

But when he prepared everything, the impact of the mask forced him to give up his plan.

At the beginning of 23, when the impact of masks seemed to have subsided, his furious father, worried mother, and relatives who kept discouraging him once again hindered his plan.

"We have to rent a house, Yao Luo," Shang Yao said. "My father will not allow me to make a living by writing novels. He doesn't want to listen to me at all. He doesn't care about my dreams. He just wants me to get a loan to buy a house. I’ll marry a girl I have some feelings for and have a child. I’ve said it countless times, but he doesn’t even want to understand this industry at all. Only the royalties I earn make him reluctantly shut up.”

Yao Luo put his arm around Shang Yao's shoulders: "My brother, what are you willing to pay for your dream?"

Shang Yao leaned on Yao Luo: "Let the God of Death take my life. Anyway, you know, it is a dead life." "You have to live," Yao Luo comforted, "You said you have to write There are so many stories, you can’t die now. Your junior high school Chinese teacher would never have thought that she would encourage you to use novels instead of diary homework, and as a result, you would be raised as stubborn as you."

Shang Yao retracted his hand: "Change the topic, Yao Luo, do you feel that you are acting like a gay now?"

Instead, Yao Luo held his arms tighter: "This is called brotherly love, do you understand?"

"Let's talk about my book."

Shang Yao looked into the distance: "Yao Luo, what do you think of this story? Remember to evaluate it objectively."

"The writing was poor at the beginning, and now it's barely readable. The story ends with the volume of [Glory of the Giants], and it can no longer maintain the tone it should have. From the very beginning, it's a pure new writer, group portraits, Apocalypse, player flow, funny tendencies, you even want to have some completely unprepared emotional lines. Seriously, Shang Yao, what do you think? This combination of tags is like a newbie challenging the hell difficulty, wearing a blank slate. The brave warrior challenges the devil in the divine costume! You are very courageous, my good brother.

There are actually fifty magical readers who have seen this. I can only say that they are really die-hard fans. But it was good enough, Yao. You know nothing about writing novels, but you can still come up with a five-hundred-equivalent equation every day. It can be regarded as a bit of talent in this industry! Practice more, and maybe you can really make a living from this line of work in the future. "

Yao Luo stood with his hands behind his back: "My demonic tide is coming, and so is yours, Shang Yao. We are all in a difficult situation and must go all out. I have to withstand the demonic tide before I can take Youlin away; you have to deal with it All kinds of bad things at the end of the year, and then facing even more difficult situations next year.

Get more rest, drink more hot water, order less takeout, and listen less to the silly bullshit outside.

I will visit you occasionally, Shang Yao.

My story continues, your pen should stop here.

Goodbye.

【Complete book】(End of this chapter)