People Are in Uchiha, Rebel Immediately, Don't Go Back!

I remember it clearly.

It was June, when the summer was hot.

"Hey, XX, come out and sing."

The phone rings.

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.

It made me a little overjoyed too.

Hard to do.

Did he win the five million lottery?Or did his parents show him a showdown and become a winner in life while succeeding?Think of the high spirits in his voice.

I couldn't help but imagine it along the way.

This.

It is probably a common problem that everyone who reads novels will have.

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

There was nothing wrong with him when he was eating.

but.

Just like when eating skewers before.

After drinking a little horse urine in KTV, he switched to another character again.Singing and singing suddenly stopped.

Some wild laughter, yes, is wild.

I can only find such an adjective for his expression at that time.To be honest, with that expression, TV stars are not as professional as him.

Extremely mad.

With a kind of pride that I can't express.

"why?"

I and a group of friends who were called out by him were a little curious, so we asked him directly.All eyes were on him.

This.

It seemed like what he wanted to see.

"Because, my book is signed. Haha, it's signed. At seven o'clock, that is the seven o'clock when the potato and the three young masters are there. Signed!"

He spoke loudly into the microphone.

It's a laughing cry.

however.

At that time, we, who didn't know anything about the online literature circle, just looked around in a daze and looked at each other in dismay.Don't know what a contract is.

Sounds like a great deal, doesn't it?

I am reminded of some of the things the author complained about in the novel.

Can't sign a contract or anything.

In this way, it seems that the contract is really 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."

There was light in his eyes.

I see it really.

It's tears.

"congratulations."

We are either sincere or perfunctory.He doesn't seem to care about our attitude anymore, he just talks alone over there.

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

With proud words came out of the boy's mouth,

He told us what we had been through for so long, and ranted about things we didn't understand at all.Although I don't understand it, it doesn't affect us at all.

Look at his appearance.

I see.

It's probably really hard to sign a contract.

Before I could say my congratulations, he suddenly cried without warning, lying directly on the table, crying and saying.

"Finally signed."

His voice was full of weeping.

at this time.

A friend suddenly sighed, shook his head at him and said, "Wake up, stop dreaming, you will never be a god."

Such striking words are obviously not suitable to be said on this occasion.

only.

This friend probably really wanted to persuade him to turn back, not the malicious mockery, but the consolation from personal experience.

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."

As the friend lit a cigarette and spoke.

After a long time.

"..."

We get it, it turned out that it was not difficult to sign the contract... The party ended in such a heavy and awkward atmosphere.

after that.

Although suffered a great blow.

Unexpectedly, he did not give up, and the motion continued to be written.

Even more surprising.

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. It's that kind of contemptuous temperament. I've only seen it in the protagonists of urban novels, and he doesn't seem to put anything on it. eyes.I have seen this kind of temperament in upstarts too.

Much like Long Aotian.

"Yo, did you smoke King Furong?"

It's been a few months since I saw him, and at first glance, he surprised me a bit.It's completely different from before, and it has a new style again.

High spirits.

"Hehe, long time no see, what have you been doing recently?" His smile was very natural, and he actually brought a bit of a high-sounding flavor to his speech.

but.

I always feel that he is not as flamboyant as he used to be, and it is that kind of 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."

He shrugged his shoulders in answer to me.

"Are you still writing?"

I am amazed.

"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.

In a few months, 15 years has come.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."