Noon.

Fan Qingfeng woke up in a daze, feeling sore all over his body and a heavy brain.

Even the joints of the ten fingers are not very strong.

He stood up with the bed, took a big gulp of the cool white, but he didn't recover.

But he still grabbed the phone and a hint of light appeared on his tired face.

Although I didn't think of a way to break the deadlock last night, the writing techniques have been alleviated a little, and the plot is also taken. I have suspended the preaching and used a little trick and tricks appropriately, so I should always recover...

He then called the writer's assistant.

A line of information jumped out without hello.

【Yesterday's collection increase:-687】

Fan Qingfeng's eyes opened slightly.

Then it gradually drooped down.

Nothing feels, just a trance.

It took everything in a trance.

In this trance, he opened the latest chapter.

This chapter says: 8.

[Teacher Fan, this plot is about to pass.]

[Not reading the main text, one person's blood book, the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms chapters end soon.]

[The more I write, the less Teacher Fan's taste is, please write it, right?]

[I’m talking about it, I’m talking about this kind of depressing plot, and I’m so much better than you. Teacher Fan, you still have to be harmonious!]

【…】

Fan Qingfeng put on his cell phone, stood up tremblingly, and walked towards the bathroom step by step.

Unlike before, he did not delete even the comments of a psychopath.

...

Li Yan woke up in the afternoon, and the outside was full of children's screams.

The first thing he did was to subconsciously grab the phone and click on the writer's assistant.

Fortunately... the results are still in the growth curve of classification and forced promotion.

The comments are still normal, and the plots coded a few days ago are still resistant.

Of course, these did not make him feel relaxed.

Today, the bottle mouth must be blown out.

After taking the warm rice bowl at the door and eating it, he sent a message to Lin Shanpu.

[Li Yan: I'm getting up late today, so I don't have to prepare supper anymore. I'll continue to work hard.]

[Lin Shanpu: That midnight snack?]

[Li Yan: Don’t fold the characters.]

【Lin Shanpu: Baby dog, hate it!】

[Li Yan: Bad Girl!]

【Lin Shanpu: Vomit…】

[Lin Shanpu: That's right, I'll do more questions too.]

【Lin Shanpu: Let’s watch it at 10 o’clock in the evening.】

[Li Yan: Don't worry about me, you eat yours.]

[Lin Shanpu: You are too... don't have such a lot of pressure, you can take a leave at the worst!]

【Li Yan: Yes.】

The conversation ends here.

In his own kitchen, Lin Shanpu, who was about to make soup and prepare ingredients, pouted and lowered his head.

As the words of Jiangbo.

It's cramped...

She felt very cramped.

At first, she wanted to kill the old eunuch, and even tied up a wild dog to write...

But now, she just wants Li Yan to have a good rest and forget to code for the time being...

Amidst selfish self-blame, Lin Shanpu was suddenly stunned.

A question followed.

He is a wild dog after all.

Or Li Yan?

...

After washing up, Fan Qingfeng sat at the desk, still with a heavy head and a confused head.

When I got old, I really couldn't stand up late, and I don't know how my father survived that year.

He breathed a sigh of relief and opened the comment section again, looking forward to some positive encouragement.

However, there are still criticisms.

I have to admit that he misses it very much.

Miss those lively online reviews.

I read the Wild Dog's book again, but it still doesn't fade and is still lively.

In terms of the number of comments in the latest chapter, "Fallen and Rebirth" has been exceeded three times.

No, I have to bring it back...

Fan Qingfeng's original idea of ​​the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms was based on the people, and extended it to the emperor to end the world.

The plan is a magnificent chapter, and only the part of people’s miserable life is ready to write it for seven or eight days.

But now it seems that a day is going to be awesome.

At this time, the only thing he could rely on was the only experience he had in the past few days.

Let’s have a licentious life in Gaoyang, Northern Qi and the lewdness of the arts and tricks, and dig deeper into the theme.

At this time, Fan Qingfeng, even though his head was dizzy, still grabbed the keyboard and gritted the bullet and wrote Gao Yang's atrocities after he was drunk.

A line...

Two lines...

Two lines...

Two lines...

In half an hour, he wrote and deleted, and wrote again and again, but he never wrote the third line.

"wrong."

He lowered his hand, his blood-stained eyes glared at the screen, sucking in his air.

"wrong."

Such a scene, such a story that is exciting for excitement.

I'm totally reluctant to write.

It's impossible to write it out at all.

These lines of words.

Even wild dogs are worse than wretched dogs.

Fan Qingfeng pushed open the keyboard and covered his forehead.

Tiredness and disappointment gradually occupied everything.

He began to hate himself like this.

Fan Qingfeng, are you really the case?

Is it really falling to this point for the few applauses of strangers thousands of miles away?

Does a 50-year-old really have to try his best to please a 20-year-old?

Maybe, it's really not suitable.
To be continued...