The opening of the global gods to hunt the elf queen

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The dream of the past is now pale and powerless

With a little melancholy, I found my old account and returned to the starting point where I had been away for many years.

Since it was late winter, I felt a little regretful when I logged in to my account. The mottled and messy advertisements popped up, which still made me surprised. When I opened the writer's backend, I saw that the old yellow works were long gone, and only a few desolate ones remained. The advertising messages are not lively.My heart couldn't help but feel sad.

ah!Isn’t this the palace of online literature I’ve been dreaming of for the past few years?

That's not what I remember from the beginning.It was a hometown full of Jianghu feelings.But if I were to remember his greatness and express his virtues, I would have no images or words.It seems like that's it.So I explained to myself: The same is true for online texts - although there is no progress, it may not be as desolate as I felt when I was young. This is just a change in my own depressed mood, because I came back this time and I was not in a good mood.

I went online early the next morning and started going to some old friends for tips and comments.Some works have words such as 'sensitive rectification' posted in the introduction, which is explaining the reason why the work is 404.Several authors I knew well had moved away, so it was very lonely.I opened the previous reader group and played two expressions tentatively. A writer who was a die-hard fan at the beginning and later joined the industry came out, and then an eight-year-old dragonfly came out.

The die-hard fan writer was very happy, but also had a lot of sadness and anger behind his eyes. He told me about the swiping of votes at the starting point and the awkwardness of the new version, and didn’t ask me about the cheating.The lightning giant didn't interact with me, it just kept playing... pictures.

But we finally talked about removing the pit.I say that the websites outside are more confusing. Although there are fewer readers, at least they can communicate with the website in a real way. In addition, the desire to rush into the street has not changed. I always expect to be so humble and wait for the stone to sprout.

The writer who is a die-hard fan also said yes, and told me that wireless is now so popular that the famous writers in the past are no longer known.

When your new book is on the shelves, I will support you.the writer said.

Thanks!

There is also Caibimao who writes online articles. When he occasionally goes online, he also asks about you. It is said that he has become unsustainable.I have sent him a QQ notification, and he may contact you soon.

At this time, a magical picture suddenly flashed in my mind: In the deep night, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a cheap filter in his mouth sat in front of a dim computer desk, and his big, dry, yellow-knuckled hands moved quickly on the keyboard. Knocking, sometimes frowning and deleting large sections.

This middle-aged man is Caibi Mao. He is very tall and has a pale complexion. There are often scars between the wrinkles, which are caused by working on the construction site during the day.

His hair was matted and rarely taken care of.I'm using an iPhone 6, but it's dirty and old. It seems like it's never had a film attached or been jailbroken.He likes to teach newbies how to get started in the industry, and he is always very talkative, leaving people half-understood.

Because his surname was Cai, others nicknamed him Cai Bi Mao from the half-understood words in the ancient book dug up by Ghost Blowing Lantern.As soon as Caibi Mao arrived in the group, all the authors of the code sent out a smiley face, and some shouted, "Cai Bi Mao, you stopped updating again!" He didn't answer, and @ the editor said, "Give me a recommendation , I will update it at the beginning of the month." Then he lined up a row of readers to give screenshots.

Naibimao treats newcomers very enthusiastically. Perhaps he has a kind and humble senior mind, or he has been in this industry for a long time and cannot help but sympathize with newcomers and give guidance to avoid mistakes.

I am just one of them.

I heard people talking about it behind their backs. Caibimao had studied twice before, but in the end he didn't get into graduate school, and he didn't know how to be a pretty boy, but he still had a decent sense of style. So he became poorer and poorer, until he was almost begging for food.Fortunately, I had a good diary since I was a child, so I longed to write novels and become a full-time diary.It's a pity that he also has a bad temper, which is that he often stops updating.Within a few days of writing, both the person and the manuscript disappeared.This happened several times, and the studio that asked him to be a shooter no longer existed.

But they don't know that in reality Caibimao has been laid off and has to travel to various construction sites every day to support his family.

Internet literary world!

It’s just wishful thinking in a dream!

Even if there is a gap in my chest and I read all the books in the world, it can’t compare to the reality of a three-foot-long bungalow and two low walls!

One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the editor in charge was slowly sorting out the documents and looking at the blacklist, and suddenly said, "The book Cai Bi Cat has not been updated for a long time. Damn it, you still owed me nineteen points last month." Here’s the chapter!”

I also feel that he has indeed not been in the group for a long time.A senior writer said, "Why is he here? ...He plagiarized." The editor said, "Oh!"

"He always pretends to be cool. This time, he was so confused that he plagiarized the book "..."

Is the Red Book of the Great Master plagiarized?

"What happened next?"

"How about it? First I posted a post to defend it, and then I revised it. I revised it for most of the night, and then closed the book."

"and after?"

"Later I heard that he fell off the computer table in anger and broke his leg." "How did he break his leg?" "How?... Who knows? Maybe he died." The editor stopped asking and continued slowly. of his list of authors.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind became cooler day by day, and it was almost early winter. My hands were frozen like dogs even when I was typing all day long.

In the second half of the day, there was almost no one in the group, and I was sitting in front of the computer with my eyes closed.Suddenly I heard Didi’s QQ message, “Give me a recommendation, I’ll update it recently.”

Although I haven’t logged in for a long time, this avatar looks familiar.It looks gray.What I saw in the background was that I was logging in via my mobile phone.

It turns out that Caibimao is hanging on the mobile client.His books are no longer collected and recommended, and his grades are no longer good;

Seeing that I was online, he sent a smiley face and said, "If you have votes, I won't vote for two chapters."

The editor in charge also bubbled up and said, "Is a dish better than a cat? You beast still owed Chapter [-] last month!"

Caibimao seemed to be very dejected and replied, "This... I'll pay it off next time. This time it will be an explosion, a big climax."

The editor was still smiling as usual and said, "Naibimao, another book of yours has been plagiarized again!" But this time he was not very defensive and simply said, "Don't make fun of me!"

"Making fun of you? If you didn't plagiarize, why would you be fighting on the forum?"

Naibimao whispered, "Learn from, observe, refer to..." His attitude was very much like pleading with the editor not to mention it again.At this time, several authors had gathered in the group, and they and the editor were joking and laughing.I logged into the backend and gave him two chapters of recommendation tickets and screenshots for him.He sent me a very disgusting flash picture of a cute little girl who was moved to tears. Seeing how wretched he was, I had no choice but to spread my hands and yell!

I couldn't help but ask him, "Brother Cai, what are you doing now?"

Didi, the news came back, "The construction team went to Xinjiang and just came back. Please hurry up and catch up on the update. Are you okay? I will recharge when I have full attendance next month and then read your book!"

It turns out that he relied on these friendly recommendation votes to improve his grades.After a while, after he finished shouting in the group to ask for votes, he quietly disappeared and had a private chat with me amidst the laughter of others.

I couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotion and a bit of sadness in my heart, so I muttered, "It doesn't have to be so troublesome, you can watch the pirated version!"

"That's not possible. The work is your hard work. If you want to see it, you have to read it carefully!"

I seem to have guessed the serious look on his face when he typed this line.

"Come on, words will survive wherever they go. Everyone needs rivers and lakes in their hearts, and rivers and lakes are places that need stories!"

Caibi Mao went offline after typing.

Since then, Naibimao has not been seen online for a long time.At the end of the year, the editor thought about it and said, "Cai Bi Mao, this bastard, still owed me nineteen chapters last month!" On the Dragon Boat Festival of the next year, he said, "Cai Bi Mao, this bastard, has given up completely. Damn it!" He didn't say anything until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he didn't see him until the New Year's Eve.

I also lost news about him later - probably Nabby the cat did throw himself into the street and died.

Now that the fan writer mentioned him, all my memories of that time suddenly came to life like lightning, as if I was remembering the time when I piously yearned for the palace of words.I responded and said:

This is great!

He, - how?

he?

His situation is also very unsatisfactory... A die-hard fan writer said, "He posted two comments on his space, both asking where there are part-time jobs! Alas..."

I also became silent in my heart. The fan writer told me that I needed to code words and then logged off.

But I was bored for a while, so I chatted with the lightning giant who kept posting barrage shows to show his presence: I asked him if he had written a book.

"I'll write a few things. I'm just going to be a supporting role. Hey, will you give me a supporting role?"

I chuckled, "Okay!"

"Okay, I'll wait. When you finish writing it, tell me, what's the name of your book? I'll save it on a bookshelf on UC!"

Suddenly I wanted to kick him.

One day it was a very cold afternoon. I had lunch and was sitting typing. Suddenly someone sent me a QQ message. When I clicked on it, I couldn't help being surprised and even a little excited.

The person who sent the message was Naibi Cat.Although I knew it was Caibi the cat as soon as I saw it, it was not the Caibi cat in my memory.

"Long time no see, Jiuxia!" (My QQ name is: Jiuxia!)

I was very excited at this time, but I didn’t know what to say. I just said:

"Ah, Brother Naibimao... I haven't seen you for a long time. I contacted you for a long time but there was no news!" I typed out a line of words very urgently. ! "

"Haha, the construction site is busy!" This line is full of bitterness!

Then I had a lot of words that I wanted to say in succession: writing a book, complaining, complaining, etc. But I always felt like I was being blocked by something, just whirling in my head and unable to speak out.

After a while, he sent another message.

"Okay, I'm in the toilet and the foreman can't see me. Are you still writing?"

I seemed to shudder; I couldn't say anything anymore, I just remembered what he told me at the beginning, "Everyone has a Jianghu in his heart, and Jianghu is a place that needs stories!"

"I'm still writing, but I still have my original intention and want to earn some money to subsidize it!" I said very matter-of-factly.

Not bad, come on!It’s good to be able to stick to it!

Caibimao said.

I asked him how he was doing.He just shook his head.

Very difficult.The second child also helps, but there is never enough to eat...!

Everything costs money, milk powder is expensive... and the harvest is bad.

It’s also hard to find a job after the financial crisis, there’s no social security, etc…!

He probably just felt bitter, but

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