Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

One is "Not bad, the beginning of the text is relatively concise, without redundancy, and the writing skills are not bad", and the other is "The story enters the main line slightly procrastinated, and the protagonist's personality is not clear."

The little author sucked on the noodles, went back to look at his own updates, and felt that this comment was really good.

Instead of simply talking about abstract concepts such as "cool" or "unhappy", it actually pointed out the problems in his writing.

He wrote a three-line reply very sincerely, thanking him for his guidance.

The reader who gave comments over there seems to be online, and replied: "Go to bed. I'll watch it later."

The little author went to sleep with gratitude.

As a result, when I woke up, the comment area was torn apart.

There are a few regular trolls who are idle and bored, probably because the author has a good personality, always gentle and gentle, not angry, just like the soft dough protagonist in the book, who always loves to come over and stab him in a vest .

One of them woke up today, and when he came to the comment area to complete a routine task, he saw an ID who read the article seriously and gave a lot of praise, and immediately surrounded him: "Hey, this is a group of relatives and friends, why don't you buy it?" comments."

The reader replied: "I can't sleep, let's take a look at the article."

Troll said: "Dude, there's nothing to look at, let's go. You've said so much, and the author won't change it. It's just a stupid change."

Reader said: "I love this story, he's well written."

The sprayer said sourly: "Hey, it really is a group of relatives and friends."

The reader said: "Objectively speaking, the writing is better than yours."

The troll shuddered and furiously blew up: "What nonsense are you talking about with your eyes open? Which eye of yours saw me writing?!"

The reader said logically: "Your account has only voted for one article. Your account has the same IP address as that article. That article is at the same time as this article. I advise you to write carefully, otherwise There will be no ranking."

The troll didn't care: "You fucking thought you were an editor, so you just opened your mouth. I also said you were an author trumpet."

There will be no reply below.

The little author was a little angry when he saw it, and just about to go up and say a few words for the enthusiastic reader, the head of the editor, a rough man smoking a cigarette, flashed in his friend column.

"Don't listen to them," said the editor.

The editor added: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have given you the previous suggestion. According to your idea, change to a website with a better atmosphere and make improvements in details, and your grades will be even better."

The young author froze in front of the computer.

Later, after careful consideration, he gave up this seriously misguided article and transferred it to another website.

When he came up with the pen name, he thought of the cigarette dangling from the mouth of that rough man, so he casually typed "a light cigarette" on it.

Later, he became a god with one book, and the next two books also achieved good results.

With money in hand, he went to knock on the editor.

Since the two of them were identified as a group of relatives and friends by Kongkou, they often chatted together and learned a lot about each other, so they really became half a group of relatives and friends.

For example, two people are from the same city, both like to eat supper, and both are night owls.

He always responded to the little author's messages in seconds: "What?"

The little author said: "Come out if you are free, please eat meat."

Regarding the meeting, the young author recorded it in detail in his diary.

That person is not rough at all, he is only a few months older than the young author, he is very gentle and handsome, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, often writes essays in magazines, and his family has money, so he can do whatever he wants .

Before meeting the young author a year ago, he was still selling insurance.

Now he has just obtained the kindergarten teacher certificate, and is about to quit his job as an editor and go to a kindergarten to work as a kindergarten teacher.

The young author envied him very much and said, that's great.

He has polio and has been in a wheelchair shortly after birth. All these years, he has been able to go independently, only his kitchen, computer and bedroom.

He longed for the vast world that the editor could see.

The editor looked at his wheelchair and said, "You live alone now?"

Young author: "Hmm."

His father died early, and his mother remarried and went abroad.

The editor said: "It's a coincidence. My community has newly installed access for the disabled, and every building has it."

The little author's eyes brightened: "Well, that's great."

The editor looked into his eyes: "Move here."

Young author: "...Huh?"

The editor said: "There is a very nice little shop near my home that sells plum cakes."

The little author looked at him in a daze, his heart beat faster, but he couldn't quite understand the meaning of his words.

The editor said: "When you move here, I can buy it for you every day."

In the little author's diary, there is a food diary, which is specifically about plum cakes, which made Chi Xiaochi have a strong appetite at night.

So he came and bought it the next day.

He arrived at the shop mentioned in the little writer's gourmet diary.

The boss skillfully pours the prepared glutinous rice flour into a special container, and pours the semi-fluid hot bean paste, hot sesame and hot purple sweet potato into it.

Chi Xiaochi held his hands together and waited in the cold wind.

After a while, a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses stopped the car at the door of this small shop: "Madam proprietress, here are two, old style."

This is obviously a regular customer.The proprietress responded twice, quickly took out the two bean paste from the stove, put them in paper bags, and handed them to him.

The young man quickly got back into the car, and there was another person on the co-pilot who leaned over and took the paper bag.

Chi Xiaochi heard the young man say: "The stuffing is hot, let's warm it first, it's just good enough to eat when I get home."

Chi Xiaochi turned his head, looked at the car riding Juechen, and thought, what a coincidence, could it be them.

Maybe, maybe not.

He remembered that he had read the online interview audio of the young author on the Internet yesterday. During the free interview session, some readers also asked about "The Mermaid Immortal".

A reader asked: "Dan Yanda, are you really not going to write that "Xianjun"?"

The little author's voice is very gentle: "Well, I won't write it for others to read. I will keep it in the hard disk and rewrite it....Write it for him."

The reader is a bit regretful: "Then will the merman and the snake king have a happy ending?"

"They will." The little author said, "They are independent souls. Even without me, they will have a good ending."

Chi Xiaochi was thinking, when suddenly, there was a slight vibration from his coat pocket.

Chi Xiaochi picked up the phone, looked at the number on it for a while, and brought it to his ear.

Over there is Lou Ying's voice: "Hello?"

Chi Xiaochi was happy.

He remembered that when he was still 061, he told himself that in a non-mission environment, when he arrives in a certain world, all functions will be blocked, and only the most basic sensory abilities will be retained, and he will not even be able to speak.

Therefore, if Lou Ying, who was left at home, wanted to find him, he could only call.

Lou Ying asked him, "Is it cold?"

With Lou Ying not in front of his eyes, Chi Xiaochi was not so tense: "You are not here, and my sweet long johns are gone."

Lou Ying laughed.

He asked, "When will you be back? I'll check the time, and the dumplings are almost ready to go."

Chi Xiaochi covered the microphone and asked the boss: "How long will it take?"

The boss smiled and said, "Come on, come on, it's only six or seven minutes. Cook the purple potato stuffing slowly."

Chi Xiaochi said to the other end of the phone: "Get down, get down. Hang up without talking. I didn't look carefully before I came out. My phone is almost out of gas."

Lou Ying couldn't help laughing: "Well, good."

Chi Xiaochi bought a batch and a half, planning to go back and ask Lou Ying to distribute it to those systems.

He picked out a purple sweet potato stuffed plum cake and took a bite.

The egg rolls on the outer layer are baked crispy and golden, which happens to be Chi Xiaochi’s favorite food. The soft and glutinous plum-shaped rice cakes are bitten open, and the liquid purple sweet potatoes that have boiled into juice overflow slightly. It is indeed very hot. , The scorching hot white air rushed straight to Chi Xiaochi's face.

He ate two mouthfuls hot and suddenly wanted to go home.

So I called Lou Ying's name in my heart: "Brother Lou, Brother Lou."

The owner of the plum cake made a sigh of relief. When preparing for the next batch of plum cakes, he inadvertently raised his eyes and found that the customer who had taken away a batch of half cakes had disappeared in just half a minute.

And after hanging up the phone with Chi Xiaochi, Lou Ying said to 089 and 023: "I'll go back first, and make dumplings for Xiaochi."

He originally wanted to chat with 089, but unfortunately 023 was also there, so it was not convenient to say some things.

089 said emotionally: "Go, boy. Your happiness is the greatest expectation of your parents."

023 rolled his eyes grimly.

089 said innocently: "I am sincere."

Lou Ying stroked the safety knot still in her coat pocket: "Well, I know."

089 saw his movements, his expression remained unchanged, and his smiling eyes slightly curved.

Well, if you know the usefulness of the peace knot, you probably have used it before.

Since you want to use it, you must have encountered some danger.

Judging by his current appearance, he must have passed the transition safely, and he may have encountered some good things.

It's just that he is so happy, and that one may not be happy in an instant.

After a few moments, 089 had some guesses, changed the topic, and said with tears in his eyes: "61, you can protect our daughter-in-law, you are the only heir of our family for nine generations, and the incense of our old 0 family continues , it all depends on him."

023: "..." What is the old 0 house?

Lou Ying thought slightly, knowing what he was reminding himself: "Well, I remember, father."

023:"……"

He felt that he was often out of tune with them because he was not good enough to play.