Time travel without cheats

Ran Xiaole hung up the phone with his parents in his hometown, tugged at the old T-shirt with the trademark of a certain telecommunications company, slowly raised his right hand to his mouth, slightly opened his ten and middle fingers, oh, sorry, he has no cigarettes, and will not smoke.

He sighed deeply, he just wanted to pretend to be tough.

Looking far away, in fact, you can't see very far. There is a construction site in front of you, where Ran Xiaole goes to work exhaustingly every day.But he doesn't need to go today, and he probably won't need it in the future. It's not because he finally got a promotion and a salary increase and became a foreman. He thought too much. It's just that a brick fell from the sky and broke his leg. One, it broke his future livelihood.

Facts have proved that for Ran Xiaole, the chance of stepping on shit is far greater than the chance of getting lucky.

Possessed by God?No, no, he is the bad guy himself.

Ran Xiaole didn't want to come to this smoky construction site at first, not because he was afraid of suffering, and it's not that his small body like a weak chicken can't overcome the heavy labor, but his eyes with high amblyopia and astigmatism made him almost invulnerable to a blind man after taking off his glasses. different.Of course, the prescription of the glasses he had been wearing for nearly ten years has long been out of place, and there is not much difference between putting them on and taking them off, so let alone bricks, even if the steel bars fall, he may not be able to react.

According to this, Ran Xiaole thought, he is still lucky, the fault is not steel bars.

But he can't help if he doesn't want to come. People in the countryside want sons, but it's a different matter if the extremely poor and extremely poor have four sons. Ran Xiaole is the second of these four sons. , no elder brother can work, no third brother can study, no younger brother... oh, the younger brother is still waiting to be fed.The family's money was only enough for one child to go to college, and Ran Xiaole lost outright. He didn't go to college, and he was cheated by his father. The relatives of the village chief's relatives found such a share in the big city Worker, in the name of seeing the world, in fact, he knows that the family is too poor to uncover the pot, and the dead horse is used as a living horse doctor, and he wants to use him, a child who can't even send him out, to fill the pot with him.

Of course, the condition of his eyes was more or less covered up, and he was only said to be short-sighted. However, when something happened, this problem was caught up, and people insisted that he concealed the fact that his eyesight was poor. He didn't see clearly what happened to the construction waste, and he couldn't argue with it, and he didn't even get a lot of money in compensation.

Thinking of the compensation, Ran Xiaole felt even more headache. What the father and mother said on the phone just now was that his elder brother had found a girl with great difficulty recently, but she would have to ask for a bride price before he was willing to get married. I can't get any money out, or, Xiao Le, don't you see that the construction site has paid you money, you can use some money to help your brother...

If Ran Xiaole remembers correctly, his parents didn't say a word of concern for his broken leg that was in plaster. He even felt that his parents were glad that his leg was broken in time enough to let him, who had been born since birth, be happy. A child with congenital eye disease finally has such a tiny bit of use value.

It's really... so confident that I don't even bother to beat around the bush.

So, for the first time in his life, Ran Xiaole disobeyed his father.

"I have no money."

After saying these three words, he hung up the phone.

It is necessary to explain here, do you think that Ran Xiaole is so miserable that she will blame others and feel sorry for herself?

Then you are wrong.

Facts have proved that people who have never experienced good luck will never realize how unlucky they are.He, Ran Xiaole, lived up to his name, no matter how dead he was, he could live happily.

Ran Xiaole was kicked out of the construction site "as he wished", so he naturally lost the place to stay in the work shed.He used the compensation money to rent a temporary partition in a demolition house on the outskirts of this big city. The landlord is a fierce woman with tattooed eyebrows, who always holds a Pekingese in her hand.

Ran Xiaole always felt that the master and servant looked exactly alike, especially when they were collecting rent.

It was raining cats and dogs outside the window, and Ran Xiaole's poncho leaked again.

"Fuck me!"

Don't be surprised, Ran Xiaole is not an honest person, but he is not a bad person either. He is not a handsome young man from a scholarly family. Although he is white and thin, he is by no means refined, at most he looks like a chicken.

Swearing is normal.

What's more, he is still a person who has been squeezed so uselessly by life.

However, the most terrible thing is not his impoverished life, but that he is already like this, and he still has dreams.

dream!

Ran Xiaole's dream is to be a writer.

Even if he didn't study well, his Chinese scores were among the best. Although it wasn't as good as Wei Bian's three tricks to steal all the books, he almost tore through all the books in the small library of their township school.Maybe it's because life is too hard and there is no hope. The only way to find a trace of happiness is in the pen. When Ran Xiaole was in school, he secretly wrote down the illusion of a powerful and unconstrained style, and used words to create for himself in his soul. A paradise.

This is his spiritual victory method to escape his dispensable life.

However, beautiful dreams are meant to be destroyed. If you don't break them, you will never be able to discover its hypocrisy. No matter how hard Ran Xiaole tries, in his parents' eyes, wanting to study in a certain university's literature department is simply a dream.

literature?How much money can he make for his family at a level that has never seen the world?The engineering that my younger brother wants to study is more meaningful, and there is almost no need for trade-offs.

Now that Ran Xiaole is finally free, of course he wants to be himself.

Be yourself... Then he discovered that it would only make him poorer.

Ran Xiaole always believed that his parents underestimated him, but they were right about one thing, writing novels, at least he wrote novels, really, he couldn't make money.

When he was on the construction site, he always went to the Internet cafe after work. The workers thought that he was addicted to games or browsed some websites with kidney deficiency at a young age. In fact, he just secretly coded and pasted his face on the computer. Only then can he see clearly, save the code in a USB flash drive and carry it with him like a baby. This is his sacred and inviolable secret.He knew that once someone found out, none of those people would encourage him to bless him, and most of them would sneer at him maliciously or without malice like his parents, and desecrate his dream.

They are assimilated and polluted by reality, and they live for the sake of life, how can they understand this unrealistic happiness?

Ran Xiaole gritted his teeth and bought a laptop computer with the rest of the compensation, and posted texts on the famous male video website. He thought, um, as soon as his texts are published, he will definitely be the one man and the other man. Army Luoyang paper is expensive...Editors are scrambling to sign a contract with him, publishers can't wait to contact him to publish a book, and producers are eager to beg him to sell the copyright...

As it turned out, he really hadn't seen much of the world.

CTR, zero.

CTR, zero.

The click-through rate is still zero.

...

Later, he learned to be smart, and ordered some by himself, um, the click rate was one.

Application for contract was rejected.

Publisher, reject the manuscript.

As for the producer...he should be a little self-aware too.

"I'll go to your sister!"

Ran Xiaole jumped up against the table, embarrassed, and didn't stand up because her leg hurt.

The patter of the rain disturbed him, and the mosquitoes gnawed at him, but he couldn't kill them, because he couldn't see them.

Ran Xiaole lay down in front of the computer, flipping through the list casually. He wrote about fantasy, but a kind editor told him that the novels he wrote looked more like...well, fairy tales.

There is no explosive point, no dog blood, no nine twists and turns, and no IQ - the editor said - you are still far behind!Take a look at how the top few on the list are written.

"Angry Bird", the position on the list is as ambitious as the name, and it has been ranked first all year round. No matter how bad Ran Xiaole's eyes are, it is difficult to pay attention to him.

So Ran Xiaole read his book. Of course, for a poor person like him, it must be a pirated copy.

Then look at it and regret it.

Spicy, eyes, eyes.

"Is it because the heroine is so stupid for fear of not having enough space?"

"Obviously something that can be solved by sitting down with a calm mind and a cup of tea, why don't you spend three to five years, why do you think it's too long to live?"

"The main man is not the son of the Great Demon King, I will give you my knee."

"You must go to bed within three chapters, aphrodisiacs are really omnipotent!"

"When I read the beginning, I thought of the ending series."

"..."

No matter how much he rants, he still has to admit that he is a master, and his click rate is not worthy of being used as a decimal point for rounding.

"How can this be sold?"

Ran Xiaole was shooting the case again, but couldn't stand up again, and because of leg pain.

Ran Xiaole wanted to close the computer, but the advertisement that almost occupied the full screen attracted him to enter by accident—Congratulations to "Angry Bird"'s new book "Duan Ran Biography" for breaking through one million sales!

"Duan Ran...biography? Zhen Huan...biography? Ruyi...biography? And Miyue...biography?" Ran Xiaole's mouth twitched, "Okay, I understand."

Click on the copy, the writing is very simple, it is probably a man's epic, the usual routine of the dead bird.Since childhood, the male protagonist Duan Ran, who didn't love his mother and didn't love him, wandered all the way and met the female protagonist Duan Ying. He fell in love at first sight and saw each other as before.

This time Ran Xiaole didn't shoot the case, he put on his usual pretense and smoked an imaginary cigarette.

"Return to Duan Ran? I think he is definitely a fool."

Ran Xiaole slumped on the hard bed, it was wet, so he sat back upright, because only at this angle would the rain not hit him.

"dont see!"

He said no, but his body was very honest, he clicked on Chapter 1 without any hesitation.Well, the first three chapters are free to try.

"Row upon row of Duan's mansion is full of traffic..." It's a good description.

"So this is the man's house?" Ran Xiaole said to herself, looking at her shabby room, she couldn't help feeling sad, "There are tens of thousands of mansions in An De, which shelters the underprivileged all over the world!"

Before the words fell, the hut was not broken by the autumn wind, but it was summoned by the devil. Well, that Jingba started barking again.

"Ran Xiaole!"

bang bang bang!woof woof!

"Ran Xiaole!"

bang bang bang!woof woof!

Listen, how tacit and rhythmic.

Ran Xiaole sighed, stood up on crutches, rearranged her facial expressions indiscriminately, and put on a flattering smile.

"Sister Zhou!" He opened the door, "It's raining, what's the matter?"

"Stop pretending to be a mother!" The woman's fishy eyes, which looked more and more like Jingba, rolled her eyes in disdain, "Stop talking nonsense, the rent will be paid."

"That... that... You see, it's so late today, my money is in the bank..."

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The woman patted the puppy's head arrogantly, and then gave Ran Xiaole a hard look, "If you can't hand it in before tomorrow afternoon, get out!"

"Alas, sister, dear sister, don't! Oh! How can you bite people like a dog!"

The corner of the woman's mouth evoked a contemptuous smile unabashedly, "Bite? Ran Xiaole, do you have to pay for killing someone like you?"

"How are you talking!" Ran Xiaole puffed out his chest, but it didn't work, because seeing the grinning Jingba, he cowered back again.

People under the eaves have to bow their heads, not to mention that he is not tall.

The woman brushed her hair back, snorted coldly, and walked away slowly with Jingba in her arms.

Ran Xiaole spat and closed the door, the shock made him hungry.The refrigerator was empty, and there was only a bowl of leftover noodle soup on the stove, which he hadn't washed since yesterday.

He leaned closer and sniffed, "It shouldn't be bad, right? Can it be eaten?"

His hands were always faster than his brain, and before he could ask and answer, he had already sat back on the hard bed with the bowl of cold noodle soup in his hands.

While eating, the red bricks and blue tiles in the dead bird book popped out involuntarily in my mind, the tall courtyard.Inexplicably, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he smashed down the bowl forcefully, stood up struggling, stared at the leaky roof, and pointed his sword at the invisible, unreachable sky.

"Fuck your god, how can I be sorry for you? Since I was a child, there should be one thing that makes me smoother! Are you so happy to punish me? Huh?"

The other party didn't want to talk to you, and didn't even bother to roll his eyes. Ran Xiaole lost his confidence after saying a few words, and sat back like a lost dog, staring at the blurry computer screen, thinking of something, and murmured inexplicably: "I want to have a home, a place that doesn't need to be gorgeous... Oh, can I really travel through time?"

Rumble boom!

Crackling!

Lightning flashed, and Ran Xiaole once again proved to the world how unlucky he was.

Anything, as long as there is a possibility, even if the probability is so small, it has a chance to happen.

For example, a person can really be killed by lightning passing through a gap in the roof.

Of course, God answered his question politely regardless of the past.

--able.

The author has something to say:

This article has absolutely no insinuations, it’s just that there are too many brain-dead TV series to make complaints about. I have no intention of slandering any website, any master, any work, any editor, let alone any reader (*/ω＼*), I am just trying I'm so transparent, I don't want to be scolded, so don't take my seat~

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