Bureau Seat, What Happened in 1999 Can't Be Hidden

　　Why is there the neighing of horses and the sound of metal colliding in the white fog?

　　And where did these figures come from?What is it?

　　The surroundings of Zhao Yi and the others were completely shrouded in white mist.

　　Wang Yier's side was not much better. He stood quietly in front of Li Xue's tent, looking around vigilantly.

　　An instinctive perception from the depths of his heart, he felt that there was something extremely dangerous hidden in this white fog.

　　Suddenly, Wang Yier felt some subtle noises coming from behind him, and he looked back immediately, but the scene in front of him made him tremble with fright.

　　At this moment, behind him, there is a person standing, to be precise, a person who has rotted to the point where he can't see clearly.

　　The person's clothing has completely rotted away, and the flesh and blood have been coagulated with the soil.

　　One leg seemed to have disappeared completely, and he could only crawl toward this side with the broken bones of his hand on the ground.

　　This made Wang Yi'er's eyes widen, and a few words flashed in his mind:

　　"The Walking Dead!".

Chapter 56

　　At this moment, as the most handsome reader of Feilu, you must be living in the Jiangjing room of Tomson Yipin, lying on the top luxury leather sofa. There is a cos Rem maid on your left who is pressing your legs, and on your right. There is a female star who is feeding you grapes with her small white hands.

　　And you, don't even look at these two women, you are swiping Feilu with the latest and most expensive mobile phone in your hand.

　　You wear a Rolex watch on your wrist, exuding European dignity, you glance at the watch, not to see the time, but a habit, a habit of rich people, it reminds you that you have ten minutes to watch today Fei Lu's novel.

　　You have logged in to Feilu account, and saw my testimonials on the shelves, humble begging for the first order, begging for a custom order, that is a poor author trying his best to please the readers.

　　You smiled, thinking of the humble author who was born in a small rural place, didn't graduate from college, left his hometown without any ability, and learned to write novels from others, trying to make some achievements.

　　You nodded, so like a beggar, you gave a first subscription and an automatic subscription. When you think of the humble author who was so nervous to swipe the background, seeing your first subscription and automatic subscription, your expression went from nervous to dumbfounded. It only took three seconds when I was so grateful that I wanted to kneel down and thank you.

　　Imagining the author's snot and tears being so excited that he almost jumped up and danced, you snickered, thinking that after he opened the door, he happily played a little song, fried two special dishes, and poured a glass of boiled water in bulk, Happy to share your subscriptions and auto-subscriptions with your wife.

　　The wife called her mother again, crying and saying that her original choice was the right one.

　　The mother-in-law suddenly became stubborn when she went to the street to buy vegetables, and the father-in-law even said with a smile that he had not mistaken the son-in-law of the poor author.

　　Thinking of this, you feel fulfilled and relieved.

　　Hey, the happiness of you who is rich and handsome is often so unpretentious and boring.

　　................................................................

　　Cough cough... No skin, talk about the reason why the author wrote the book.

　　The first time I saw him was on the bus.

　　Simple short hair, fair face, sunny temperament.

　　Holding a mobile phone in hand, sitting and watching, standing and watching.I wanted to remind this brother that there was a girl sitting with him who had been paying attention to him for a long time, but he was so attentive as he was looking at his phone, I didn't feel ashamed to disturb him.

　　When I got off the bus, he and I were at the same stop, standing side by side at the back door, I glanced at it, and was a little surprised: "Do you also look at the sky?"

　　He glanced at me: "Yeah, do you see it too?"

　　"I see too, where did you see it?"

　　"The fusion of different fires."

　　"I see..."

　　That's how I got to know him.

　　He was a little taciturn on weekdays, but it turned out that this was a man's madness.When a few people meet to go out to play, he can not say a word for a day.But when a few people went out to play together, he was able to talk alone for a day.

　　Time passed quickly, and my relationship with him became stronger and stronger, and we were almost friends and brothers who talked about everything.Because we have a common hobby, reading online novels.

　　Unable to forget, he said to me two years ago, "What if I write a novel?"

　　"Are you crazy?" I was a little surprised: "How can a normal person write a novel? You can't pass a few million words, right?"

　　"Oh." He just nodded and said nothing more.

　　I haven't seen him for three months, and when we meet again, it's on the bus again.

　　Thin stubble, decadent face...

　　I heard that he has really started to write novels. The QQ signature is asking everyone to pay attention to my new book and so on.He let me watch it, and he let me watch it with great interest, saying that he would definitely finish the blast and trample mortals to death.

　　I didn't believe it, so I went to see it.

　　I worked hard to read it for a day, but I really had to give up. I really wanted to find every shred of bright spots in his book to attract me to read it.Unfortunately, I failed.

　　Maybe he's depressed, we haven't been in touch for half a year, his QQ dynamic has not been updated again, and his avatar has not been lit up. I don't know if it's invisible or not online.

　　In the blink of an eye, it was 14 years.June, summer is hot.

　　"Hey, xx, come out and sing."

　　The phone rang, and I was surprised to receive a call from him, and I could hear that his voice was very happy.No, it's a pleasure.This tone infected me, and I became a little inexplicably happy.

　　"Hahaha, do you know why I called you out to sing today?"

　　In the ktv, he suddenly stopped and laughed wildly, wildly.

　　"Because, my book is signed. Haha, signed, signed!"

　　Into the microphone, he laughed and shouted.

　　We looked around blankly, looking at each other.What is a contract, it seems that the contract is very powerful?

　　"I've been writing for almost a year, almost a whole year. I write every day, in retreat. I don't do anything, I write every day. It's not easy.

　　, I finally got through, I finally signed a contract, hahaha.Do you know how hard it is to sign a contract?Ninety-nine percent of authors can't sign contracts..."

　　He told us what we had been through for so long, and ranted about things we didn't understand at all.I get it, it turns out that signing a contract is hard.

　　Before he could say his congratulations, he cried, lying on the table and crying, "Finally signed a contract."

　　A friend sighed: "Wake up, stop dreaming."

　　Everyone looked at him, confused.

　　"I actually want to say that you are not a gifted person. I heard that you have been writing novels for a long time, and you have not signed a contract until today? I also wrote a novel two years ago, and I signed the first one. I did not attack you. , I just want to say, you have no talent, stop dreaming of becoming a great god, I gave up two years ago."

　　"..." We understand, it turns out that signing a contract is not difficult...

　　Unexpectedly, he did not give up and continued to write.

　　What's even more surprising is that he seems to have really succeeded.

　　I don't know if the book he signed is selling well, but I think his temperament has changed.I have seen this kind of temperament in upstarts.

　　"Yo, did you smoke King Furong?" I haven't seen each other for a few months. At first sight, he surprised me a bit.

　　"Hehe, long time no see, what have you been doing recently?"

　　I always feel that he seems to have changed a person, a deliberately low-key feeling: "I didn't do anything, I found a job at home, and now I go to work. How about you?"

　　"Write a novel."

　　"Are you still writing?"

　　"Of course, one road goes to darkness. How can people give up easily?"

　　"Then you are a great writer now, how much is your monthly income?"

　　"Haha, not much. Enough to support myself."

　　"..."

　　After chatting for a long time, I really admired him.I always feel that he seems to have really succeeded in writing novels and should have made a lot of money.

　　I am also moved, and I also want to write a novel.

　　But in the end, I still didn't have his courage, and I couldn't write it for a long time.

　　At the end of the year, I received a call from him: "Lend me five hundred yuan."

　　"You still asked me to borrow money? Great writer, I plan to borrow it from you." I was a little surprised.

　　"The manuscript fee hasn't arrived yet, so you should respond first and pay you back after the new year."

　　"..."

　　I think, it seems that the surface of him is not the real him, right?Did he really succeed?

　　It was summer in 15, and I suddenly had a whim, wanting to see what the environment of great writers was like.After the phone call, I went to his house.

　　When I entered his bedroom at his invitation, I visibly felt a subconscious frown.A dark and damp smell came over the face, and the whole room was filled with the smell of smoke, and some strange mixed smells.The curtains are drawn, the whole room is opaque, the computer is turned on, and there is a document on the interface, full of petty words.

　　"Is this where you work?"

　　"Yeah, I found that I don't like light anymore, and now I don't turn on the lights at night because I have no inspiration when the lights are on."

　　I was a little worried: "Can your body bear it if you go on like this?"

　　"Never mind, young man. By the way, have you read my new book?"

　　I wanted to say that I watched it, but I shook my head for fear that I would reveal the plot when he asked me about the plot.

　　He was a little disappointed and said with a smile, "Then you have time to take a look."

　　"Definitely."

　　I glanced at the computer screen and there was a picture: "Your girlfriend? She's pretty."

　　A happy smile appeared on his face: "Pretty, right? We've been together for two years."

　　"Really? Why didn't I know that before?"

　　"I didn't tell you."

　　"It's so beautiful, it's a lot of money, right?"

　　Speaking of this, he smiled wryly and did not answer the question in the end.

　　August [-]th, a day I will never forget;

　　Elementary school classmate's birthday, asked me to go to xx bar to sit.