Writing novels is invincible

Writing novels is invincible Author: Li Guding

brief introduction:

After ten years of writing, no one asked, and once it was on the shelves, the subscription was zero!

Chu Tianxing, an online writer who has been on the street for ten years, realizes that writing novels will eat dirt, and decides to go home and change careers.

"Congratulations, your novel Shooting the Condor reached the top of the new book list, and you won the reward of Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon."

"Congratulations, your novel Shooting the Condor has been recommended by the editor-in-chief, rewarding martial arts and finger magic."

"Congratulations, your novel has reached the top of the click list, and you will be rewarded with Innate Skills..."

Well, after Chu Tianxing, he still has to write novels.But this time, he only needs to write novels to keep getting stronger...

001, ten years on the street, no one asked

Staring blankly at the subscription data in the author's background, Chu Tianxing's face was full of bitterness.

The new book has been on the shelves for 24 hours, and the highest subscription for a single chapter is fixed at the number "77". There has been no change for an entire hour.

The twenty chapters of the explosive update are on the shelves, and the total subscriptions are also very coincidentally "777". The average subscription is only about 39.

After staring at the two figures for a long time, Chu Tianxing blinked his dry eyes and laughed at himself:

"Although the data is a bit bleak, at least it is not subscription zero"

Picking up the rice bowl placed on the computer table, I took a bite of the already cooled caviar bibimbap, only to feel that the great white sturgeon caviar that was still edible in the past is bitter in my mouth now.

Isn't it really subscription zero?

In addition to those author friends who subscribed in the Pujie group, among the 77 high-level subscriptions, is there a real reader?

Putting down the tasteless caviar bibimbap, took out a bottle of real Macallan whiskey from under the table, uncorked the bottle, and cleaned up the remaining half of the bottle in one breath, Chu Tianxing let out a long breath , wiped his mouth, and muttered to himself:

"Ten years on the street, I really don't have talent? Ten years, dreams or something, it's time to let go. It's time to go home."

Putting down the wine bottle, he took out his cell phone, hesitated for a while, and dialed his father's phone number.

The phone was connected quickly, and Dad's low and slightly tired voice came from the receiver:

"Tian Xing, why haven't you slept so late?"

"Dad." Chu Tianxing muttered his lips twice, and said in a harsh voice, "I failed again."

"Oh." Dad sighed: "You have been writing novels for ten years, right? Maybe ten years of losing streak, what has been proved?"

"Yeah. I know. I've come to my senses. I'm sure." Chu Tianxing pursed his lips, with a bit of reluctance and a little bit of relief, and said the following words: "It's not for this job."

Dad: "Have you figured it out?"

Chu Tianxing: "I figured it out. I have spent ten years doing what I like, and I will not be willful again in the future."

"Okay, then you come back."

Dad's voice was still low and tired, but with a hint of joy:

"Go home and rest for a while. If you want to start your own business, I will give you one billion yuan to practice first. If you just want to go to work, you can come to the headquarters of the group. Start with my secretary. I am very busy recently, and I often work overtime until In the middle of the night, when you come back, you can just help me with some trivial matters, right, I will send someone to apply for a flight immediately, and send our plane to pick you up."

After ten years of self-willedness, my dad still loves me so much!

Chu Tianxing's nose was sour, and his voice was choked with sobs: "It's fine with my own plane, it's too high-profile, I'd better fly back by myself. Just book a first-class cabin for me."

After chatting with Dad for a while, Chu Tianxing put down the phone, took a last look at the author's background, turned off the computer resolutely, washed up and went to sleep.

In a trance, there was a feeling of sunlight shining on his face.

Chu Tianxing wiped his face in a daze, and muttered in his heart: "I remember I closed the curtains before going to bed, how could there be sunlight coming in?"

He wanted to turn over and continue to sleep, but he didn't expect that when he turned over, his body was empty and fell to the ground with a plop.

Chu Tianxing was shocked, turned over and sat up, opened his eyes and looked around, only then realized that he was not in the small apartment of 120 square meters that he rented, but in the

garden?

There is soft grass under him, and a bench beside him, on which he slept just now.

"what happened?"

Chu Tianxing stood up, patted the grass stalks and dirt on his body, and looked around blankly:

"Aren't I sleeping? Why did I come to this place somehow? Is it a dream? But if it's a dream, isn't this dream too realistic?"

Just when he didn't know why, a strange metallic clanging sound came faintly into his ears.

Chu Tianxing hesitated for a moment, stepped onto the tree-lined path in front of the lawn, and followed the sound.

After walking dozens of steps forward, the field of vision suddenly opened up.

A small lake is in front of you.

There are a few swan boats floating on the lake, and the faint laughter of young men and women can be heard from the swan boats.

A kind-hearted old lady, wearing exercise clothes and holding a two-handed sword, was dancing sword by the grove by the lake.

The old lady's steps are steady, her posture is elegant, and she looks like she is dancing.But when the long sword stabs out from slow to fast, there is always a vigorous metal clanging sound coming from the long two-handed sword.

Chu Tianxing stared blankly at the old lady dancing the sword, feeling very unreal:

"The sound of the sword? The sound of the sword pierced by the two-handed sword? The sound can still be heard so far, and it can be heard on the grass in the forest dozens of steps away? Is this a dream?"

Just when I couldn't believe it, a young male voice who was in the period of changing his voice came to his ears: "Hey, you guys are too disrespectful, why didn't you wait for me to come, and drove the boat away?"

Chu Tianxing followed the prestige, and saw a young man about fourteen or fifteen years old standing by the lake and yelling at a swan boat on the lake.

Hearing his call, a bright young girl's face poked out from the swan boat, smiling and beckoning to the boy: "Who told you to be late? Come here by yourself!"

Chu Tianxing originally thought that the girl was asking the boy to swim over, and thought it was just a joke among the friends.

But it never occurred to him that after listening to the girl's words, the boy bent down to take off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and then stepped into the lake barefoot with his shoes in hand.

Then Chu Tianxing watched the young man stepping on the water. When the soles of his feet touched the water surface, white lotus-like sprays burst out, and he walked through the water surface tens of meters step by step, and went to the swan boat.

Chu Tianxing could clearly see that when the boy was walking on the water, his feet did not reach his ankles when he entered the deepest water.

""

Chu Tianxing blinked blankly: "The lake is only ankle deep? Impossible, there are several boats floating there."

He looked at the old lady who was still dancing her sword leisurely by the woods by the lake, and then at the swan boat where the boys and girls were, and there were bursts of laughter and laughter. He didn't know where he was for a moment.

"I'm definitely dreaming."

He was talking to himself, and just about to pinch himself, he heard the phone ringing on him.