3:00 in the morning, Jinxiu Community, the east door on the 17th floor of Unit 3, Building 8, the light in the second bedroom is still on. The July night breeze carries the coolness of the summer night, and under the witness of the moonlight, the light in the second bedroom is still on.

Sneaking in through the open gap, blowing away the stuffy heat in the room.

Li Qiyi's hand speed while typing on the keyboard continued to increase under the bombardment of rock music, and a stronger "crackling" sound echoed in the second bedroom. On the computer screen, the page of the "Writer's Assistant" desktop side appeared line after line.

words were created after another.

Four hours later, as the sky gradually brightened, she uploaded the last ten chapters of the novel she was serializing in the writer's area under the pen name "Qi Ye", and then wrote the final words of the novel. She stared at the screen of her mobile ph, and it was stuck at 7:07.

, pressed the button to complete the novel application.

Twenty-five years ago today, it was also July 1st, and it was also 7:07 in the morning. The weather was getting colder that day. Li Qiyi was born that day, but Li Qiyi 25 years later did not realize this at all.

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At this time, Li Qiyi, who was sitting on the pink home gaming chair, was wearing Lina Belle's home clothes. He raised his hands above his head, stretched out his waist, moved his cuffs down, and the Lao Shan Tan on his left wrist

The incense bracelet was exposed. After she got up, as usual, she first offered three sticks of incense to the little God of Wealth next to the computer, and muttered a few words: The novel quickly sold the film and television rights and became a best-selling author. Please invite the Little God of Wealth.

I ate Haagen-Dazs and a big chicken drumstick, and then I picked up my water glass and walked towards the bedroom door with great satisfaction.

This is the fourth year that Li Qiyi has been coding at home full-time. Four years of sunrise and sunset have not made her a great god in the Internet literary circle, but there is no such person in the Internet literary circle. Her writing soul is in the bag.

The shyness gradually disintegrated under the continuous polishing. And her grain-rich body was able to stay healthy and thrive through the non-stop gnawing.

The bedroom door opened, and a gust of cool breeze hit me head-on. The chill instantly enveloped my whole body. In the living room, the two windows that should have been closed were all wide open. On the coffee table, the books that should have been put away were laid flat, blown by the wind.

The open book makes a rustling sound.

As usual, Li Qiyi first knocked gently on the master bedroom door three times. After completing the daily wake-up service for his parents, he turned and entered the kitchen nearby. Two minutes later, the master bedroom door was still closed.

With her eyes closed, she frowned slightly and walked towards the master bedroom again. While pushing open the bedroom door, she softly reminded her parents that they were late for work.

In the master bedroom, the window opposite the door was wide open, the beds were neatly folded, and a desolate silence seeped out from the gaps in the white tiles on the floor and soaked into the air, making the surrounding air a little colder.

Without people and cigarettes, there would be no mom and dad.

She subconsciously took out her mobile ph from her pajama pants pocket and called her parents. After calling her parents two or three times in a row, the two parents' mobile phs were in a tacit agreement that the call was connected but no answered. During this process, Li

Qiyi's eyes inadvertently glanced at the corner on the right side of her parents' bedroom, and then she couldn't help but frown slightly. In this corner, there should have been two suitcases stacked on top of the other, but now, the corner is empty.

.In the closet next to it, the four-season clothes that my parents often wore also disappeared.

A bad feeling came from the heart area, accurately following the flow of blood vessels, and instantly enveloped Li Qiyi. She rushed from the master bedroom to the shoe cabinet in the living room in a panic, and quickly shook off her feet.

I put on my slippers and put on the sneakers I just took out from the shoe cabinet. After changing my shoes and preparing to open the door and leave home, my eyes fell on the coffee table and the book that was still "fluttered" by the draft.
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Li Qiyi picked up the book that was crumpled by her parents on the coffee table. On the table of contents, her parents had made dense marks with red pen. At this moment, she realized that her parents had been reading it repeatedly in the past two months.

The book is Thirty-Six Strategies. In the catalog of Thirty-Six Strategies, the first thirty-five strategies have been crossed out by with a red pen, but next to the last , there is a mark indicating that parents should treat each other differently.

A red five-pointed star.

Thirty-six strategies, the last : walking is the best strategy.

Li Qiyi calculated with his fingers, this incident is a bit confusing.

With the passage of four years of coding, Li Qiyi has developed from the initial firm belief of " book can become a god" to the current mantra of " calculation with finger". Although nine out of ten calculations are always wrong, it is inevitable that there are also mistakes.
Chapter completed!