The opening of the global gods to hunt the elf queen

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Once a dream, now pale and powerless

With a little melancholy on the street, I found my old account and went back to the starting point of the long-awaited.

Since it was deep winter; when I logged into my account, I felt a bit regretful, and the mottled and messy advertisements popped up, which made people still surprised. When I opened the backstage of the author, I saw that the pale yellow works of the past had long disappeared, and only a few bleak ones remained. Advertising message, there is no vitality.My heart couldn't help feeling sad.

ah!Isn't this the palace of online literature that I have been looking forward to for several years?

The starting point I remember was nothing like that.It was a hometown full of rivers and lakes.But if I want to remember his greatness and tell his good things, I have no image or words.As if that was the case.So I explained to myself: The same is true for online texts—although there has been no progress, it may not be as desolate as my little Pujie felt.

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 tried playing two expressions. A writer who was a big fan at the beginning and later joined the industry came out, and then the eight-year-old "Lightning Giant" came out.

The die-hard writers are very happy, but they also hide a lot of desolate and angry expressions. They tell me about the starting point of swiping tickets, and the awkwardness of the new version, and don't ask me about moving the pit.The lightning giant has never interacted with me, just kept playing...pictures.

But we finally talked about moving the pit.I said that the outside websites are more confusing. Although there are few readers, at least they can communicate with the websites in a real way.

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 hits the shelves, I will support you.The writer said.

Thank you!

There is also Caibimao who writes online articles. When he goes online occasionally, he also asks about you. It is said that the street has reached an unsustainable level.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 mouth was sitting in front of a dim computer desk, his big hands with dry yellow knuckles were flying fast on the keyboard. Knocking, sometimes frowning and deleting a large space.

This middle-aged man is Caibimao, he is tall and tall; his face is blue and white, and there are often some scars between his 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 Caibimao arrived in the group, all the authors of the code words sent out a smiley face, and some shouted, "Cabi 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.

Caibimao is very enthusiastic towards newcomers. Maybe he has a kind and humble heart of seniors, or he has been in the wall for a long time, so he can't help sympathizing with newcomers and avoiding mistakes.

I'm just one of them.

I heard people talking behind their backs that Cai Bimao ​​had read two books before, but he finally didn't enter the graduate school, and he didn't know how to be a little boy and had a bit of a stinking style; so he became poorer and poorer, and he was about to beg for food.Fortunately, I wrote a good diary since I was a child, so I dreamed of writing a novel and changing to a full-time job.It's a pity that he has another bad temper, that is, he often cuts off the watch.Within a few days of writing, both the person and the manuscript disappeared.This happened several times, and the studio that called him a shooter disappeared.

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

Internet literature rivers and lakes!

It's just wishful thinking in a dream!

Even if there is a gully in the chest and the books are all over the world, it can't compare to the reality of a three-foot 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 Caibimao hasn't been updated for a long time. Damn, I still owed me nineteen dollars last month." Chapter!"

I also feel that he has not been in the group for a long time.A senior author said, "How did he come?...he plagiarized." The editor in charge said, "Oh!"

"He always pretends to be aggressive. This time, he was the one who got dizzy and actually copied that book "..."

Great God's Red Book, plagiarized?

"What happened afterward?"

"How is it? First post to justify, and then to revise, revise most of the night, and then seal the book."

"and after?"

"Later I heard that he fell off the computer desk in a fit of anger and broke his leg." "What happened?" "How?... Who knows? Maybe he died." The list of his authors.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind is cooler day by day, look at the beginning of winter; my hands are frozen like dogs when I code all day long.

In the second half of the day, almost no one was bubbling 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 this avatar has not logged in for a long time, it looks familiar.It looks gray.In the background, it is a mobile phone login,

It turned out that Caibimao was hanging on the mobile phone client.His books are no longer collected and recommended, and his grades are sloppy;

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 frothed at this time, "Are vegetables better than cats? You owe nineteen chapters last month!"

Cai Bimao ​​seemed very disappointed and replied, "This...just pay it off next time. This time it's an explosion, a big orgasm."

The editor-in-charge was still the same as usual, laughing and bubbling, "Cai Bi Mao, you have plagiarized another book!" But this time he was not very discerning, and just said "Don't make fun!"

"Make fun of? If you don't plagiarize, how can you be fought in 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.