The days of being a writer in a different world

After seeing off the friends, the service staff who helped Zhejia finished cleaning the battlefield quickly, and said goodbye politely, even refusing to drink a glass of water.

Cheng Chen was also a little unaccustomed to going from a house full of guests and friends to an empty room.Fortunately, the lights in the bedroom were warmly on, and there were still people waiting.

Cheng Chen tilted his head, and couldn't help but sigh that he's been a little bit sad lately!

Pushing open the door, it turned out that someone was still awake, sitting cross-legged on the specially bought super big bed, watching cartoons about fighting monsters on TV with great interest.As soon as he saw the person returning to the house, Alang immediately swooped down, hugged Xiao Roubao, buried his head in his shoulder and sniffed gently.

"Hey, hey, come on! I really think I'm a dog! Brother!" Cheng Chen slapped Furry away and turned on the computer, "Hey, watch TV by yourself, I have to work."

A Lang watched TV, then looked at Xiaoroubao, turned off the TV sound, quietly lurked behind Cheng Chen, watching him seriously operate on the computer.

Open the mailbox, the small icon of the unreceived mail is blinking.The sender was his literary agent—"Wanyi" Mr. Wade Wei.

Going through the contract about the republishing of ordinary books in Lingshu carefully, Cheng Chen was surprised to see one of them: "...the agreed copyright fee for the work "Wild Swan" is 68% (tax included)", this is scary!

You have to know that famous flower growers like Han Shao and Cui Zhizhu in my big earth can only get a mere ten percent of the copyright fee when they publish physical books, which is still before tax.What ordinary little writers can actually get is really sad for those who hear it. When they see it, they will beat up the children who like to write nonsense when they go home: you can’t be a code word migrant worker for anything!

Although Cheng Chen was not in the mixed literary circle in his previous life, he had heard of these situations to some extent, not to mention the tradition and history of my flower planting family, the income of most literati is quite... well, touching.

"Wan Yi" can offer this price, is it really the market price, or is it crazy? !

I searched casually on the Internet, and after many comparisons, I was sure that "Wanyi" is not crazy, but it is indeed very kind.

Looking back, it is also true that the status of articles in this world is completely different from that on the big earth.The physical book here is not only a paper medium for preaching, teaching, dispelling doubts, cultivating sentiment, entertaining the body and mind, and conveying the author's thoughts. It is also an extremely important thing related to human inheritance and life and death-especially the spiritual book.Relevant laws are strictly controlled, copyrights are expensive, and naturally the income of literati has also increased.

Different social status leads to a rise in economic status!120 likes!

I happily downloaded the contract, and will print, sign and send it tomorrow morning.

On the first night of the new house, Cheng Chen laughed out loud in his dream of counting pennies. It would be better if the bags of long-legged gold on his back were not so heavy...

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It will be New Years Eve in a few days. Walking on the streets before the festival, you can already feel the excitement that is about to move.Occasionally, sporadic firecrackers exploded suddenly, followed by a group of children laughing and whistling past.

In the blink of an eye, it has been more than half a year since he came to this familiar yet weird world.After the Chinese New Year, the old Cai Bangzi is still 16 years old. If it is not difficult to disclose some income, he can be regarded as a fully capable person.

Forget it, he will be a full-grown adult in two years, and he can get rid of the concept of "guardian" that makes him feel uncomfortable-he is not resentful towards Aunt Lian, but only against the "authority" who may violate his freedom and rights. "Heartfelt vigilance and disgust.

"Ah Lang, let's buy some New Year's goods and go home! There is no takeaway for the New Year." Cheng Chen turned to greet his younger brother.

"New Year's goods?"

"Ah! It's just shopping happily, delicious food, new clothes, firecrackers and fireworks, and the word 'Fu' in red, all back home. Let's go!"

On the way back, the little man who occasionally had an outburst of shopping desires, coupled with the big dog legs who helped the tyrant, couldn't fit the things they bought into an ordinary taxi.

Cheng Chen looked coldly at the New Year's goods, curled his lips and snorted, and stretched out his hand to block the street: "Fuck, stop!"

The new house in Longbaiyuan was forcibly filled with groceries on the second day after the owner moved in, not to mention the storage room, even the guest bedroom was frantically spared.

On the first New Year in another world, Cheng Chen made a big hot pot.Cooking skills are not required at all, the big bone broth is boiled, and the fragrant bagged base material is placed, and the whole room is filled with a strong aroma.Beef and mutton rolls, green vegetables, mushrooms, meatballs, egg dumplings, yellow throat...a pot full.Tsk!It's a pity that Lizhou is not close to the sea, and there is no fresh seafood.

It is indeed a dangerous move to make hot pot while watching the CCTV Spring Festival variety show similar to the Spring Festival Gala on TV.Although the program on TV is old-fashioned, it can't stand it's fun, and I haven't watched it at all!A few comedians like Ma Ji and Uncle Ben Shan made Cheng Chen spit vermicelli out of his nose and choked half to death laughing.

A Lang also looked at him and smiled, then looked suspiciously at the last acrobatic show on TV, and slowly and solemnly picked up a vermicelli and put it in his mouth.

"Stop! Lang, there are words written on the TV, do you recognize them?"

"Non-professionals, please do not imitate."

"By the way, it takes more than ten years of hard work to become a master of this dangerous movement of spraying powder sticks on the nose, understand?" Master Cheng Chen said contemptuously, and then suddenly realized, "Eh? You, literate?"

"I know!" A Lang nodded strangely.

That's right, this guy was supposed to be a spirit enlightener, how can he enlighten someone if he doesn't know how to read?It's just that the silly and downcast look when he first picked it up made him subconsciously think it was an illiterate homeless man.

Either way, the feral beast was slowly beginning to regain his sanity, and perhaps his memory.

"Eat!" Cheng Chen raised the bowl and ordered boldly, "If I don't finish this table, I will be sorry for my excellent cooking skills!"

In the early hours of the morning, fireworks and firecrackers were set off everywhere, and the entire community, perhaps the entire Huaguo, was filled with smoke, and the sharp "squeak-pop!"

That's great, Cheng Chen stood quietly in front of the large French windows, enjoying the joy of the family.Dear relatives in distant time and space, I also wish you a happy new year and all the best!The guy who disappeared should stop worrying about it, move forward, and start life again. In the future, as long as Erha's children offer more incense sticks to his uncle, he will be satisfied.

"Ah Lang, Happy New Year!"

"Cheng Chen, Happy New Year!" A Lang accepted the big red envelope from his little meat bun in surprise.

"New year's money can be pocket money at ordinary times." Cheng Chen grinned, amused to see that A Lang was caught off guard and didn't know where to put it.

A Lang touched all over his body, except for the big red envelope given by Xiaoroubao, he didn't have a penny!He was horrified by the fact, could it be, could he have a name, um, a name or something?To keep an underage little meat bun all this time? !

Heartbroken, little meat bun.

The big wolf whose self-esteem was severely hit was stunned. For the first time in history, he lay on the bed and suffered from insomnia. He stared at the ceiling and secretly counted the jobs he knew were capable and could earn a small amount of money: carrying big bags, writing on the wall, shoveling. Words on the wall, sub-advertisements, street sweeping...

Uh, Xiao Roubao said, the writing on the wall is waiting to be caught and beaten, the writing on the wall is Wei Guangzheng’s official business, and the street sweeping requires an ID card... ID card, he even I can't even remember my identity.

Are you going to the police?No, no, never!What he needs is, well, to be forgotten.No longer found by...

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No matter how delicious hot pot is...it cannot be eaten three meals a day for three days!

Cheng Chen's face turned green from eating, and there was a lingering smell of hot pot on the clothes in the room.However, the various services of the property, except for the security, all the annual leave, and the part-time aunts have gone home to visit relatives, okay? !

On the fifth day of the lunar new year, all the big friends covered their mouths and giggled, and welcomed a new year's greeting from a human-shaped hot pot, oh, followed by a big spicy hot pot.

On the sixth day of the lunar new year, Cheng Chen went to Wangjun with big bags and small bags, and made Zhu Datou very happy, but he and Aunt Lian could only talk to each other in silence.Zhu Qishan did not return to Lizhou for the New Year.

In the last few days of the New Year’s Eve, Cheng Chen, who had been lazily fattening up for a while, began to cheer up again, and planned to finish the complete book of "The Little Prince" by Master Antoine. The story was less than [-] words, and there were only nearly [-] words left. Little tail.

What he has experienced these days has made Cheng Chen feel more in awe of the spiritual books and the legendary works of the masters, and he no longer dares to take them lightly.

He devoted himself to writing about the adventures of the little prince, about the switchman he met who changed people's journeys, the merchant who sold exquisite pills... the poisonous snake.

Write about the sadness of the little prince and his inevitable journey home.

[You understand, the road is long.I can't go with this body.It is too heavy.But it's like old bark peeling off.Old bark, and nothing to be sad about. 】

The snake's venom killed the delicate body of the little prince, and he fell to the ground lightly like a tree, probably because of the sand, without even a sound. 】

Cheng Chen wrote such sad words, and he could fully understand the sadness and nostalgia.

But he firmly believed that the little prince really returned to his star and saw the roses he had lost for a long time.In this irreversible journey, the little prince gave up only his body.The shining, beautiful little soul is just like him, a time traveler, flying through time and space to reach the other shore of hope.

Without superfluously giving a clear ending, Cheng Chen wrote the last stroke, incorporating the "later" he firmly believed in into the lines that sparkled with inspiration.

Stretching his body, which had been stiff and memorized for hours, Cheng Chen was a little surprised to find that there seemed to be a sticky cake missing by his side?

Counting the days, it was time for Big Wolf to take another medicated bath and massage.

Cheng Chen looked around and went around the neighborhood, but he couldn't find the big guy.As the sky was getting darker, he was a little worried. Mr. San Wu, who had no common sense, no knowledge, no memory, wouldn't... get lost again, right?

He frowned, and hurried out of the community, while taking out his phone, he wanted to ask Zhejia to send some people to look for it together.

"Cheng Chen!" A familiar and cheerful voice sounded.

Cheng Chen heaved a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth, hiss!Where did this guy go to play Rolling House?

A Lang was covered in sweat and dust, his curly hair turned gray, and he handed out a particularly familiar and dusty red paper package with a smirk on his face: "Here! Red envelope. Cheng Chen Happy New Year."