Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 814 Born for you (3)

  The plot begins to freeze.

  On the black keyboard, a pair of long fingers with well-defined joints stayed on it, facing the glowing computer screen, and did not move for a long time.

   After the beginning of the written story is written, it is packaged into a file and sent out.

   Soon, readers responded.

  Do not like to wear underwear:?

  I am a tomato:? ?

  Daddy, I like you so much:? ? ?

  Fairy Tale House Cottage: ? ? ? ?

   I don't want to be a light bulb: break formation! I knew that Da Da would not write according to classic fairy tales!

   Monk loves nun: +1 for breaking formation! really! Still reverse that taste! This time it was the eldest daughter who went to the castle!

  I'm Tomato: Spoiler! ! ! It is said that Da Da's new article intends to mess up the fairy tale world, and the plot is also written casually! Don't follow the original!

  Fishing at work: What the upstairs said is true! ? Ahhh looking forward to it! I want to see Cinderella! Ah no, I want to see broken Cinderella!

  I'm also fishing: add one plus one! Wait for the update! !

   Eat melons every day: update update update! !

   My shoes are ugly and smelly: update update update update! !

   I heard that drinking water matches you very well: +1 for maintaining formation every day.

  The message on the computer screen reminded the sound.

  The editor saw the new post and sent a message.

  The person sitting in front of the computer desk slowly raised the glass beside him and took a sip.

  He was wearing a white T-shirt, washed white wide-leg jeans, and his slender fingers were neatly trimmed. He looked like a college student.

  The computer desk is very simple, just a computer with a keyboard attached to it, a pot of green radishes and a glass of water next to it.

  When the beeping sound of the computer came, he put down the water glass unhurriedly, then moved the mouse, and clicked on the message box.

  The editor inside asked him about his ideas for this time, as well as the overall outline and framework.

  The man looked at it for a while, and his fingertips rested on the keyboard, as if he wanted to type something.

   But after a long time, he didn't seem to want to answer anymore, and slowly deleted the words he typed, and then closed the dialog box.

  The room is very bright, the curtains are drawn, and the outside sunlight shines in through the transparent glass windows.

  When the sunlight hit the computer desk, and when it hit the man's arm, it was so white that even the veins and blood inside could be seen.

  He sat in front of the computer desk for a long time, and the computer interface had already switched to the code word window.

  The plot has already stopped at that place, as if the movie has pressed the pause button, everything in it is frozen, waiting for his writing to make everything work again.

  He quietly looked at the last sentence of the plot, typed and deleted, deleted and typed again.

   No one knows what he is thinking, and no one knows how he arranges the next plot.

  The continuous stream of comments from readers has been brushed up, and he hasn't responded to the editor's message.

  At this moment, he is sitting in front of the computer calmly, as if he has been immersed in his own world, conceiving and slowly spreading out.

  The sun outside was slanting westward, gradually shining from his arms to his shoulders.

  The light was shining brightly, reflecting on his appearance.

  That face, when viewed from the side, was as perfect as an angel, pure and flawless, with eyes as deep as jewels.

  The silhouette of the side face is three-dimensional, reflecting the slanting light from the west, like an angel boy walking out of the painting.

  (end of this chapter)