I don't know how long it took before Wan Hongzhuang recovered from the beautiful snow scene in front of him and returned to the bedside in despair.

He didn't know what was wrong with him? He had seen a lot of snow in Yongzhou, but why did he feel so touched today for no reason?

Shaking her head with a wry smile, Wan Hongzhuang returned to the bed dejectedly and sat down helplessly.

I looked at my phone and saw that it was almost 12 o'clock.

——Originally, at this time, he should be typing words with great enthusiasm, but now, he can't bring up the slightest thought of typing words.

Fortunately, I still have a few chapters on hand to save the manuscript... The name of the God of War in the Toilet is not for nothing. Every time he squats in the pit, he is always as thoughtful as if he had diarrhea. If the kitchen is not separated from him for a moment, he has

Confidence, you can write tens of thousands of words a day, and compete with those famous tentacle monsters.

It's a pity that without the if, it is absolutely impossible for him to give up his job and code full time.

——At least, he can't do that until he sees hope.

He is an extremely calm and rational person.

The four books he read earlier made him realize early on that he was just an ordinary member of the thousands of writers in the world, and he no longer had any expectations of becoming a god.

If, when writing the first few books, he would scold the readers for being ignorant because of his bleak data, now he can calmly say that he is just a flutter.

Street this fact.

He will even be happy for many days because of a praise for French fries.

Although the "big, strong, awesome" words in the group could still remind him of the ambition and passion he had when he first wrote the book, he only stayed in nostalgia...

Now, it is enough for him to be able to achieve perfect attendance. Of course, it would be even better if someone could subscribe to the book or receive a reward after it is put on the shelves.

As for readers? Does Chicheng have any readers?

He worked hard to get through 12 o'clock, and after saving and publishing the three chapters at hand, he dragged his tired body down and lay down.

No one has lived in this room for an unknown period of time, and every nook and corner shows signs of dilapidation. Fortunately, the room is still airtight, so it is not very cold.

The old air conditioner couldn't tell what brand it was. It whined and released heat, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

Fortunately, the old lady probably knew this, so... there were two quilts piled randomly on the bed that creaked when she sat on it.

——At first glance, there are no waiters taking care of it. The old lady did it all by herself.

Maybe it was because of the busy day, or because he lost too much blood, but as soon as he went to bed, he felt his eyelids starting to fight. He hurriedly tucked himself into the quilt, and an unstoppable sleepiness suddenly surged.

Coming...

In the complete silence, he unconsciously fell into a long sleep.

…

When he realized it, he found that he was walking in an extremely dark corridor.

Logically speaking, once a person enters a strange environment, he would panic to some extent, but he didn't.

The sneakers rub against the ground, making a subtle rustling sound from time to time. With the two outstretched hands, you can really feel the contact with the walls on both sides.

It's cold, but not bone-chilling.

He didn't know why he was here, nor where he was going.

But his subconscious told him that he could only keep moving forward.

However, everything here was so real, so real that he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

He walked like this for who knows how long... He seemed to be able to feel the breeze blowing in the dark. Even in the endless darkness, he could really feel the pores on his hands.

And, from nowhere, the playful laughter of men and women came.

It's not scary, but rather a bit of inexplicable warmth.

This feeling is so strange, yet so familiar... Wan Hongzhuang couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

Looking forward, not far away, I seemed to be able to see an ambiguous light.

"Perhaps, that's the exit?" Thinking of this, Wan Hongzhuang's steps couldn't help but become a little faster.

——It is indeed an exit.

As Wan Hongzhuang gradually approached, the draft mixed with the chill became more and more chilly. Soon after, a small door made of countless light spots appeared in front of him.

Wan Hongzhuang stopped.

He was a little unsure, everything was so real, and such a scene seemed to only appear in dreams!

He hesitated a little, but gritted his teeth and dove in through the door.

Only the endless wind was left, whimpering in this dark corridor.

…

"Is it sunshine? Or what?"

Stepping from endless darkness into endless light, his bright red eyes were unable to adapt to this drastic change for a while... Everywhere he looked was filled with light. Even if he tried his best to squint, he couldn't see everything.

See everything clearly.

However, the physical feeling is the most real.

If he was in the harsh winter in the corridor before, now he felt like he had stepped into the hot summer... The only strange thing was that he didn't feel any discomfort at this time.

Like, of course.

After a long time, his eyes gradually adapted to the strong light, and he realized that the clothes he was wearing at this time seemed completely different from what he was wearing in the corridor before.

Although the corridor was dark, he knew that he must have been wearing winter clothes at that time, because the bloated feeling could not be deceived. But now, he was wearing an extremely simple white T-shirt, and his lower body was casually worn.

He was wearing a pair of shorts, and as for his shoes, they were a pair of simple flip-flops.

Finally, his eyes adjusted to everything, and everything appeared in his eyes extremely fresh.

At this time, he was standing next to a road that was constantly flowing. On both sides of the road, there were densely planted poinciana trees one after another. This season, it was the time when the phoenix flowers were blooming at their peak. Up close, they looked like balls of flames...

…Even the occasional breeze carries a hint of heat, mixed with a bit of the salty smell of the sea, giving it a prosperous scene in midsummer.

"This is... Ludao?"

There was an incredible look on the big and strong face. But everything in front of him was so familiar. Every plant, tree, brick and tile on the roadside were so familiar that they had already been burned into his bones... so much so that he felt so familiar every day.

Even if he closed his eyes, he believed that he could not get lost on the road he had to pass.

2398 steps.

This number is the number of steps it takes to get from where he works to where he lives. To this day, he still clearly remembers it.

"But...how could it be Ludao?"

He looked at everything around him in disbelief, and the dusty memories buried deep in his heart began to slowly wake up...

"I vaguely remember..." Da Zhuang's brows began to frown, and then relaxed in an instant.

Immediately, he began to run forward crazily, running faster and faster, leaving everything behind...

"Mr. Wan...Mr. Wan...wait, wait for me!" Suddenly a hurried shout came from behind, but Wan Hongzhuang didn't seem to hear it and ran forward without looking back.

Not long after, the figure disappeared at the end of the road...

I don't know how long it took before he stopped in front of a small alley.

A huge Poinciana tree at the intersection is entering the most prosperous season of the year. Amidst the flowers, it has completely covered part of the path... It is also the best growing, tallest and most prosperous on this path.

of a plant.

There were thousands of emotions flowing in Wan Hongzhuang's eyes. He slowly approached the tree timidly, his hesitant steps full of anxiety.

He gently placed his hand on the bark of the tree, quietly feeling the subtle texture brought about by the roughness... Everything seemed to have remained the same, but it seemed that everything had changed?

So, what has changed?

Wan Hongzhuang was a little absent-minded. Even though the passers-by around him cast strange looks at him from time to time, he didn't feel anything and was still immersed in his own world.

Suddenly, his hand felt a strange roughness... as if someone had carved something on the tree trunk.

His expression froze instantly, and he looked over in disbelief.

"Wan Hongzhuang..."

"This is..." Wan Hongzhuang suddenly stayed there.

This was engraved by him, he knew it, but there should be something else behind his name?

He stood there in despair. Even though he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out what should be behind him?

"Mr. Wan, Mr. Wan... just wait for me!"

Heavy breathing sounded behind him, and although his tone contained a hint of reproach, his attitude was still quite good.

"Eh...here? Do you know this place?"

Wan Hongzhuang turned his head. He had previously ignored the voice behind him, and it was only now that he suddenly came back to his senses.

What appeared in front of him was a short, fat man wearing a smart suit.

But it was indeed a embarrassment for him, so I put on my leather shoes and followed him closely until here.

"Wang...Fat Wang?"

Da Zhuang's face was full of disbelief. He could not have imagined that the person appearing in front of him at this time was actually a person he was extremely familiar with.

"Wang... Fatty Wang?" Da Zhuang's title obviously made the man a little grand, "Well... if you really want to call me that, I won't have any objection."

The man squatted on the spot with his knees stiffened, raising his head and looking at Wan Hongzhuang in a flattering manner.

At this time, his forehead was sweating crazily, and his body seemed to be steaming with heat... Apparently, the previous run had exhausted almost all his strength.

"..." Da Zhuang was speechless. We are already so familiar, why should we pretend to be strangers?

"Mr. Wan, how do you know that the house I want to show you is located in this place?"

After a long time, the man calmed down, took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Why didn't I know that this is my home?" Wan Hongzhuang looked at him strangely, "Isn't this the one you introduced?"

"I?"

The man he called Fatty Wang had a dull look on his face, and then endless anger began to appear on his face, "Your family is here, why are you here to entertain me? Although I am just a real estate agent, I am not

I can let you bully me for fun!"

"etc……"

Da Zhuang felt that things seemed to be a little different from what he thought, "Let me slow down."

The fat man was considered to have a good temper, so he stood quietly aside, but the expression on his face was full of contempt.

"I was a little dizzy from running just now. Can you tell me what's going on now?"
Chapter completed!