The male protagonist is always so crooked when he is cute

Mo Nanke opened his eyes.

There is a shining white ceiling above the head, and cold tiles under the body.He blinked once, then closed them again.When he opened his eyes again...the ceiling was still white above his head, and the tiles were still cold under him.

He sneezed with a sound of "Ah Choo", Mo Nanke rubbed his sore nose, and slowly got up from the ground.Probably because he had been lying on the ground for a long time, every inch of his bones was sore.Stretching his stiff body casually, he naturally sat down in front of his computer and started playing with his mobile phone.

I clicked on my comment area with my mobile phone as usual, and the weird and blood-red comment on the mobile phone "Han papers that have been dug and not filled, you can go through it" has become an ordinary black five-point Song typeface, submerged in a group of people such as "eunuchs" The author is making complaints about "there is no chicken" and "he who deceives others will surely deceive them".

Mo Nanke rubbed his eyes vigorously, and carefully read the bombed comment section several times, but there was still nothing unusual.

Turning on the computer again, Mo Nanke clicked on the folder he named "The Out-of-Control Child", and the article "Mo Yutian" was still lying quietly in it.Click on the d drive, and the program codes written by myself are all there.Click on the disk in the man's computer that cannot be rummaged around. Teacher Sora Aoi, teacher Marie Ozawa, and teacher Ran Muto are all intact.

The programmer who always felt that something was wrong decided to use the simplest method to determine whether he had amnesia. He opened the most commonly used eclipse program editing software, a series of codes flowed out from his fingers, and soon he wrote a poker The card applet and played it happily on the console.

#After watching so many teacher's videos, I didn't play it. Instead, I wrote a stupid program and played for so long. Uncle must have broken it somewhere. #

Although it is a very simple code, it at least proves that his instinct is still there.At this moment, Mo Nanke's heart was extremely confused. He always felt that his series of behaviors just now were somewhat abnormal and inconsistent, but he couldn't tell where the abnormality was.

After all, he is an adult with mature social experience, even if he feels that he has forgotten something, Mo Nanke will not be so flustered that he is overwhelmed.I vaguely remember that I just finished a project at hand. In the "Author has something to say" in the previous article, it was also stated that I would stop updating for a week. Mo Nanke decisively decided to follow the original plan and use the next week to revise his That old article.

"Mo Blame the Sky" is the first stallion novel he wrote, and the hero in it has a smooth life.When I wrote my first novel, Uncle Meng was not Uncle Meng, and the writing was not sophisticated enough.However, the almost pious and apprehensive state of mind is beyond the reach of every novel in the future.

Mo Nanke sorted out the plot arranged in his mind, and was not in a hurry to write it.Instead, it is rare to open another document, and start to carefully type out the next outline every word.

——He wanted to give the hero in "Mo Yutian" the most exciting and also the best life.

When this idea popped up in Mo Nanke's mind, he was taken aback.He has never been gentle with the protagonists in his works. Even though Mo Nanke has always been known as his father, he will guarantee a happy ending, but for the sake of the click rate, he will desperately toss his own sons in the process.But in this book, he didn't even have any intention of torturing the hero, but almost doted on wanting to bring all the best things in the world in the book to the hero.

Mo Nanke himself didn't realize that when he typed the words related to the hero in the article, his expression was unconsciously pampered but cautiously gentle.

The days went on like this.As a programmer and also the boss, after completing a big project and ensuring that he and his subordinates would have enough food and drink for this month, Mo Nanke resolutely gave himself a week off.And Mo Nanke, who is Uncle Meng, said that the article at hand will not be updated this week, so it really has not been updated.

After coding the basic revision outline that day, he locked the computer screen, then went to the supermarket downstairs to scan a lot of fast food such as quick-frozen dumplings, instant noodles, custard buns, and prepared to retreat and concentrate on revising his debut work.

He has been writing articles for many years, and it should be easy for him to revise a basically formed article.But in this article, every word he wrote was difficult.As the story progressed, Mo Nanke felt more and more disobedient.In the past, he could stay up all night to type codes, but he never put so much effort into writing.

But when he rewrote the story of "Mo Yutian", he only slept for two or three hours for many days.During many sleepless nights, Mo Nanke typed a few lines of text, but needed a big gulp of ice water to calm his flustered heartbeat.After writing, he always mistyped the hero's name.

Mo Nanke always felt that the hero should not be called Mo Yuantian, but Shen Huai'an.Huai, the most clear water.An, I Changan.

Shaking his head and laughing at himself being stupid.It's just a stallion essay, how can anyone expect the male lead to be safe and sound in his life, no matter how partial he is, he can't change the main tone of the male lead's ups and downs in his life.

But every time the three simple characters of Shen Huai'an were tapped between his fingers, Mo Nanke's heart would inevitably palpitate.

Huai'an, Huai'an.Mo Nanke chanted this word repeatedly between his lips and teeth, and every time he chanted, a familiar feeling flooded his heart.Anxiously deleting the three misspelled characters, Mo Nanke continued to write patiently.

On the night when the one-week appointment was about to expire, Mo Nanke still hadn't finished the story.

Rubbing his sore eyes, Mo Nanke stood up to drink a glass of water.For some reason, when the cold water rolled into his lungs, a call from far and near suddenly sounded in his ears.

He heard someone calling him "Master."

master.Master!

The man was so emotional that he was crying blood.

A string in his mind broke suddenly, and Mo Nanke felt his eyes go dark, and the cup in his hand fell straight to the ground.With the sound of glass breaking, Mo Nanke lay down on the sofa.

The past split through layers of fog, one after another.The Supreme Sect, Qingxiao Patriarch, Tianlei Jie.The prehistoric old scene, the aura of heaven and earth, the world he described.These fragmentary memories appeared in Mo Nanke's mind bit by bit, and across the sea of ​​time, across the mulberry fields of the past, and through those reincarnations of life and death, what Mo Nanke finally saw was... Shen Huai'an .

A drop of cold tears fell from the corner of Mo Nanke's eyes, and he covered his eyes with his hands.There was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth. On the seventh day after he returned to his own world, he finally remembered what he had forgotten.The little apprentice he held in his hands and grew up was actually forgotten by him.

But this is the end of the matter, the end of the matter!

Mo Nanke always felt as if a pair of hands had rubbed his lungs, and the whole internal organs were soaked in pain.At this point, what difference does it make if he remembers or forgets?Although he is still able to survive under the heavy blow of the catastrophe, he has already separated two worlds from his apprentice.

Mo Nanke, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly sat up, and quickly ran to his computer. The shards of glass on the ground cut the soles of his feet just now, and along with his running pace, printed marks on the white tile floor of his house. Blossoming blood flowers.But Mo Nanke couldn't care less.He put the laptop on his lap, opened the document again, and read it word by word.

He knew that there was very little he could do, but when he was in that world, Mo Nanke himself had personally experienced how the words he wrote casually would have an impact on a world.Mo Nanke was as afraid of the words he wrote hastily as the words he wrote later, he was afraid that a small action of his would disrupt the smooth sailing life of the hero in his novel.

He wants his male lead to stand tall, to rule thousands of times, and to control the changing situation.He wants to give all the good things he can think of to his hero.He wants his beauty to be by his side, his brothers to follow him, and to raise his arms and summon the world to obey.

This is no longer an author's partiality, but as a master's final...compensation to his apprentice.

Mo Nanke built Shen Huai'an's world word by word, and every word rolled from his fingertips felt like a heavy weight.When he typed the word "Final" which represented the end, he felt that his heart was suddenly empty.

He has always been extremely rational, and such rationality sometimes makes him appear a little cruel.For Shen Huai'an, it is absolutely impossible for Mo Nanke not to be reluctant.But Mo Nanke asked himself, even if he was reluctant, what could he do?He didn't know if that world would really develop as he wrote, but suddenly a sense of sadness welled up in his heart.

——He might not be able to go back.

He couldn't deny the hundred years of being with Shen Huai'an, but he couldn't escape the reality he was in now either.You can only take one step at a time.

That day was a watershed moment for the readers of Yimeng Nanke University.Uncle Meng's loyal fans suddenly discovered that Uncle Meng, who had always been the "king of pits", no longer digs pits.It's not that he has closed his pen, but that he actually started to go back and fill in those pits that have been pitted for many years.

In chronological order, Uncle Meng began to finish one by one.

Just in the comment area, there are tears streaming down my face every day, "Mengda, you finally picked up the morals", "Uncle Meng who filled the hole, I will give you monkey paper", "Although digging a hole is easy, filling it is not easy, but fill it and cherish it" Sometimes, occasionally someone sees the essence through the phenomenon.

Those discerning readers said that Uncle Meng has become gentle.

It’s not that Yimeng Nanke in the past was not good for readers, but for Mengda who was wantonly digging holes in the past, what is the world in his pen?It's just something for entertainment.But now Mengda knows how to be gentle with the whole world in the text.That kind of tenderness is not aimed at everyone, so naturally it is not blindly cheating on the protagonist.

That kind of gentleness is cautious, perfecting every little detail of the world described by the pen, moistening things silently and refreshing.Reading those words seems to be able to touch a real world.

Even his editor, Yujie, said that once Yimeng Nanke could only be regarded as a writer, but now Yimeng Nanke can already call himself a writer.

For these praises, Mo Nanke just laughed them off.Only he himself knows that this is his way of missing his apprentice.That time travel seemed absurd, he couldn't say it out loud, nor could he confide in others.Mo Nanke knew that it was not his Nanke Yimeng, and everything that happened in the past had really happened.However, that kind of truth can never be understood by outsiders.

He was also reluctant to tell.

In the end, he carefully stored the book "Mo Yu Tian" in his computer, setting up numerous restrictions. His younger brothers and sisters once tried to break through the protection set up by their boss to see what was in it, but they couldn't. One person succeeds.

How did they know that it was not a valuable company secret at all, but just a difficult matter belonging to their boss.

three years.In that secret yearning, three years passed unknowingly.

The tragic call that sounded in his ears that day never sounded again. Mo Nanke once drank [-] liters of mineral water, just to hear that voice clearly again.Unfortunately, the result still disappointed him.

He personally wrote down the happy ending that belonged to Shen Huai'an, but subconsciously felt that his apprentice would not be very good.His Huaian is such a spoiled child, without someone who can make him behave like a spoiled child, how can he be good?

But, three years have passed.His company is already quite large, and Mo Nanke's name has begun to represent exquisite and elegant procedures, and his life is going on smoothly step by step.Mo Nanke will still miss Shen Huai'an, but he no longer expects to go back as much as he did at the beginning.

Accompanied by the so-called success is the busyness of life, but in such a busy life, Mo Nanke still has not given up the habit of updating articles.He rarely sleeps.Part of the reason for not getting enough sleep is because this is a common problem among programmers, and the other part is because when he falls asleep, he seems to have returned to his time in Supreme.

In the dream, there are mountains, water, flowers and birds, and there are little disciples playing around their knees.Then, he watched his little meatball grow from a chubby boy to a lush young man, and in the blink of an eye, he grew from a young man to a gentle and elegant young man.

Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up.Everything in the dream made Mo Nanke chuckle, it was so beautiful that he was reluctant to wake up.But after all, he has to wake up. When he opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of his house, his heart would feel even more empty.

In the sleepless night, Mo Nanke began to fill in the hole silently.If his writing is really a world, then he will always let that world have a beginning and an end.He had already seen what would happen to the words he wrote casually, and the tragic battle between immortals and demons seemed to be still in front of him, so he became more cautious when writing.

Marking the last book as "Completed", Mo Nanke completed all his old pitfalls in three full years.After thinking for a long time, he still issued an announcement to seal the pen.Because for Mo Nanke, he really doesn't have the courage to create another world.That world was too heavy for him to afford the fate of so many people.

The comment section of the article is closed.

How will the children who have accompanied him along the way look at his waywardness to understand?With resentment?with a smile?With tears?These are very important to Mo Nanke, but he doesn't have to know them.The comment area was closed, everyone calmed down, and the world of online articles was peaceful.

It took 3 minutes to post the post, knowing that there would be no comments, but Mo Nanke habitually refreshed the page once. To Mo Nanke's surprise, another line of large characters appeared in the comment area on his screen.

Different from the bloody big red characters three years ago, this time the big characters are even more weird pink.

"The man who has filled the hole, you can wear it back."

After Mo Nanke finished reading this sentence, the phone exploded with a loud bang. He only felt a pain in his head and fell into darkness for a while.

The mobile phone with the battery blown out can still turn on the screen.

Damn, what are you going to do with the pink hearts all over the screen! ! !Can you stop playing this trick every time! ! !