Zhou Ming started writing, because it was all things he had personally experienced, so it was particularly easy to write. However, because these experiences did not meet the selling points of the online literature market, the results were not good.

But Zhou Ming didn't care. He had Wang Siyan and was not short of money in life. He wrote novels mainly to adjust his mental state, and his life was very peaceful.

As the days go by, eating, sleeping, chatting, watching movies, and going to amusement parks, the ordinary and beautiful bits and pieces slowly accumulate and come together to form a new experience. This peaceful and comfortable life gradually begins to

Let Zhou Ming put down the heavy shackles on his shoulders.

It's great that the world doesn't need him to correct it.

Being able to live in such a peaceful and prosperous age is really a blessing in life. Zhou Ming held Wang Siyan's hand and walked out of the restaurant with his friends. Ping Xingyue patted Zhou Ming on the shoulder and praised: "I love the novel you wrote."

Watching it, it’s very interesting! It’s like you have really been to that other world.”

"Sister Xingyue, what if I tell you that I have really been there?" Zhou Ming half-joked.

Ping Xingyue raised her eyebrows, and after thinking carefully, she replied: "Well... I don't believe it, but I think that whether you have been there or not, the kind of experience that makes you believe it is real is already part of life.

The most valuable experience, this is a God-given source of inspiration, maybe your kid can become a famous writer with this!"

"Ah... it must be possible! It must be possible! Come on! Come on, Old Zhou!" Zhang Wei stood on the street, clenched his fists, and shouted to the sky inarticulately. He was drunk by Ping Xingyue.

Zhang Wei's rude behavior attracted kind smiles from passers-by around him, who thought he was funny and expressed their understanding.

Zhou Ming patted his good brother on the shoulder and said, "Come on, hold on to me, don't fall to death. I didn't drink. I'll drive you back."

"You two can go home alone, and leave Xiaowei to me." Ping Xingyue winked at Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan. Those meaningful eyes made Zhou Ming feel ashamed of being seen through.

Wang Siyan tightened her grip on his arms, her cheeks turning red.

"Then... let's go back first." Wang Siyan muttered.

"Let's go, let's go!" Ping Xingyue waved boldly, put Zhang Wei's arm on his shoulders, and walked towards the parking lot.

Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan held hands and walked toward home.

"It's been a while, how do you feel? Wouldn't it be nice to have a world without monsters?" Wang Siyan asked softly.

"Of course, but."

Zhou Ming stopped and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

But in the other world, when will you, Zhang Wei, and Sister Xingyue realize this peace and joy?

…

In a normal world, life is calm and has no ups and downs. Zhou Ming's daily life has gradually become regular. He gets up in the morning and is responsible for making breakfast. He also makes a love lunch for Wang Siyan, and then sends Wang Siyan out and starts writing a novel.

In the evening, after dinner, they will choose to hang out outside or go to bed and rest, depending on the extra time. Every Saturday and Sunday night is a fixed day for old friends to meet, which can be regarded as adding freshness to the ordinary daily life.

A sensory modifier.

Gradually, Zhou Ming's novels began to improve thanks to his true and realistic descriptions, and "After the Strange Stories Became Popular" finally gathered a group of fans on the Internet.

The novel begins with him traveling through time and becoming himself in another world. It briefly describes how he slowly adapts to that weird society and slowly gives birth to his own thoughts in that society. Zhou Ming wrote all of these thoughts into the novel. However,

The response from readers in the book review section was not optimistic.

[Reader 23465135: How do you correct the world all day long? Is there something wrong with the protagonist’s brain? The division of the power system is not clear, and it has not become stronger for so long. It is not fun at all to open the red door all the time. It is better to write

The crazy original owner is interesting.】

Zhou Ming couldn't refute it. He thought it made sense. His strength indeed came from the original owner.

But the other party is not happy to say that he has corrected the wrongs of the world. Don’t today’s readers have something to pursue? Aren’t they tired of reading novels about gods claiming to be emperors all day long? People like them don’t know how cruel that world is.

, how hard-won the security of our world is.

Zhou Ming tried to have a gentle discussion with the other party, but the reader's response was: You are mentally ill, I just read novels for fun, I don't know how to write, so get out!

"Siyan, why do they say that what I wrote is full of loopholes even though it's clear that what I wrote is true." Zhou Ming lay on Wang Siyan's smooth back, and their sweat melted together.

Wang Siyan's long hair was messy, lying on the bed, savoring the remaining tremors. She waited for a long time before falling back to the earth from the clouds: "Readers are like this, don't worry about them, but in my opinion, you don't have to stay exactly the same.

Write it out and do a little artistic processing! Let them have fun reading it."

Zhou Ming turned over and took out his mobile phone to read the readers' comments. There were several complaints about the names of his moves.

[Reader 6454613: I laughed so hard! I used Han Cicada's Crying as my name, and Wanhua Mirror. Isn't it embarrassing at all? Forcibly blending the jokes is the most fatal, and I abandoned the book! 】

Zhou Ming frowned, dissatisfaction building up in his heart. He didn't understand why he would be scolded for picking up a name at random. Moreover, the name was not chosen by him, so it had nothing to do with him.

[Reader 5463543: Don’t you think it’s disgusting? The heroine obviously likes the original protagonist, but she ends up being fucked by the protagonist, a trash from the past. Does the author have an NTR plot? 】

Zhou Ming stared at this comment, read it over and over again, then turned to look at the person next to him: "Si Yan."

"Huh?" Wang Siyan leaned up against his chest and looked up at him, "What's wrong?"

"If I in another parallel world traveled back in my place, would you be with him?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Just wanted to know."

"If it really happens, it will feel very strange. I can't guarantee that I will recognize you. After all, I didn't recognize you in the other world, right?" Wang Siyan said, "Besides, you also said, that

The person I am in this world has almost the same personality as I am now."

After saying that, she turned to look at Zhou Ming and raised her forehead to his chin: "Why don't you say anything? Are you jealous?"

Zhou Ming shook his head. He felt strange. Something seemed wrong.

My head hurts a little!

"Hey, what's wrong!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll drink a glass of water!" Zhou Ming let his thoughts go. The sudden pain slowly dissipated like the ebbing tide. However, he could not recall the slight sense of disobedience that had just occurred.

…

A few days later, the novel finally came to an end. Zhou Ming described the final battle between himself and George in as much detail as possible, drawing a successful conclusion to his bizarre adventurous life and ending with his own death as an open-ended story.

ending.

But he didn't expect that his move would lead to verbal and written criticism from netizens.

[Fuck! I ordered them all! This is a crappy ending! 】

[There are still many holes that have not been filled in. The mysterious sister has not been found yet, and the heroine’s strange strength and unnatural beauty have not yet been filled in. In addition, where is the protagonist’s father? The protagonist’s father left a letter and then...

So missing? Directly offline to the end?]

[Don’t talk about it upstairs. Unfortunately, I think the author is a bit ambitious. It turns out that he digs holes and doesn’t fill them. If the writing fails, just say it. Don’t be so disgusting. 】

These vicious comments made Zhou Ming angry and sad. He clearly wrote about his true experience, but he was ridiculed and belittled by these flowers in the greenhouse. This made him feel that all the hard work he had done over the past few months was completely useless.

Self-motivated.

But... there was one comment that made Zhou Ming take notice. The reader said that Wang Siyan's strength and beauty were unreasonable.

Zhou Ming had subconsciously ignored this point all this time, but when he thought about it now, he realized that the reader was right. Si Yan's strength was indeed unreasonable. Even in this normal world, her strength was unreasonable.

Although it is not as powerful as Weird World, it has no problem crushing a muscular man exercising in the gym.

He doesn't need his husband's help at all to move some heavy items around the house.

It's just that Wang Siyan has always been like this since he was a child, so he doesn't find it strange.

But it has always been like this, is it right?

In a daze, Zhou Ming browsed all the book reviews. Finally, he decided to continue writing. Even if it was fiction, he wanted to give the story a happy ending, even if it was a consolation for his imperfect life.

But how to write it? He has been seriously injured. George chopped off his hands and feet. He also sent all his life into the eight-foot magatama, and almost half of his waist was cut off. In this case, apart from the heavy modification

Apart from writing, it seems impossible to continue writing.

That night, Zhou Ming fell into overlapping dreams. He dreamed of what happened after the battle between himself and George. He did not die, but survived. The tiger from Shennong Mountain used his own life force to make emergency arrangements for him.

treat.

Later, he was seriously injured and was discovered by Wang Siyan and the teacher Zhu Ying who came over. They put him on a cart and sent him out of the mountain.

Zhou Ming watched all this happen in the dream from a third-person perspective. He knew that these were all fake, but he was ecstatic.

"That's it! You can still write it like this! Yes, I can survive this way!"

Inspiration poured into Zhou Ming's brain continuously, and he suddenly saw two horses running out of the dead wood forest. The two blurry figures reined in their horses and stopped in front of them. The man said that he was sent by the Reform Society.

"Conflict! Yes, let me be captured, then there will be a conflict!"

Although Zhou Ming knows that these are all his fantasies, if the plot develops like this, the situation will suddenly open up, and he will not have to leave it unfinished.

But the development of the dream was different from what he expected. The other party raised his finger and pointed at Wang Siyan: "You are Zhou Donglai's daughter!"

As a bystander, Zhou Ming was stunned. Although he was in a dream, the author's basic qualities were still in effect. He knew that this development would definitely not be accepted by readers, so this inspiration had no reference value.

However, the next second, what the man said made Zhou Ming change his mind:

"Wang Siyan, haven't you ever thought about why you are so beautiful? Have you never thought about why you are born with so much strength and your resilience is different from ordinary people? Do you think this is normal? Because you are Zhou Donglai's child!"

The nonsense talk of the man in the dream triggered Zhou Ming's deep thought. He suddenly remembered that when he was at the underwater experimental base, his various physical indicators were not up to standard. Compared with the third-generation fertility samples cultivated by the Reform Society, they were at the same level.

low level.

But those people in the Reform Association are particularly optimistic about themselves. The reason is the genes they inherited from their father. And if they are not their father's son, they can explain that their physical condition is worse than that of the three generations... This may be possible.
To be continued...