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The dream of the past, the pale and powerlessness of the present

With a little bit of melancholy, I found my former account and returned to the starting point where I had been farewell for many years.

Since it was late winter, I felt a little regretful when I logged in to the account. The mottled and messy advertisements popped up, which was still surprising. When I opened the writer's backstage, I saw that the past yellow works were gone, and there was only a few advertising messages left, without some vitality. My heart couldn't help but feel sad.

Ah! Isn’t this the online literature palace that I have been looking forward to for several years?

The starting point I remember is not like this. It was a hometown with a sense of worldly affairs. But I asked me to remember his specialness and express his goodness, but there was no image or word. It seemed like that. So I explained myself: The same is true for online texts, - although there is no progress, it may not be as sad as I felt when I was a little disappointed. This is just a change in my own down-and-out mood, because I did not have any good mood when I came back this time.

The next morning, I went online to some old friends to give comments. Some of the works have words such as "sensitive rectification" posted in the introduction, which are explaining the reason for this work 404. Several authors who know good things have moved away, so they are very lonely. I opened my former readership and tried to play two expressions. A writer who was a fan of the original industry later flew out, and then the eight-year-old lightning giant flew out.

The loyal writer is very happy, but he also hides many desolate and angry expressions. He tells me about the ticket-brushing of the new version and the awkwardness of the new version, and does not ask about my tricks. Lightning has never interacted with me, but just keeps playing... pictures.

But we finally talked about the issue of getting rid of the trick. I said that the websites outside are easier to get along with. Although there are few readers, they can at least communicate with the website in real life. In addition, they are always hoped that they will be so humble to wait for the stones to sprout.

The loyal writer also said it was OK and told me that the wireless industry is so popular now that the famous artists in the past are no longer clear.

Your new book is on the shelves, and I will support you. The writer said.

Thanks!

There is also the Caibimao who wrote online. He also asked you about it when he occasionally went online. It is said that the situation was unsustainable. I have sent him a QQ to notify him, and he might contact you soon.

At this time, a magical picture suddenly flashed in my mind: In the deep night, a middle-aged man with messy hair holding a cheap filter was sitting at the dim computer desk, with his dry joints typing rapidly on the keyboard, and sometimes he frowned and deleted it in large quantities.

This middle-aged man is a cabbage, and he is very tall; his face is white and often has some scars between his wrinkles, which is caused by working on the construction site during the day;

His hair is messy and rarely taken care of. He uses Apple 6, but it is dirty and old, and it seems that he has never applied a film or escaped from prison. He likes to teach newbies to get started, and he always talks about it, which makes people half understand.

Because his surname is Cai, others gave him a nickname from the ancient book "Shang Ren Cai Bibi Mai" from the half-understanding words "Shang Ren Cai Bimao" in the ancient book dug out by Ghost Blowing the Light". As soon as Cai Bimao ​​arrived in the group, all the authors who wrote the words sent out a smiley face symbol, some shouted, "Cai Bimao, you've stopped updating again!" He did not answer, and @吧吧 said, "Give me a recommendation, I'll make a good update at the beginning of the month." Then he took a row of screenshots of rewards from readers.

Caibimao treats newcomers very enthusiastically. Perhaps he has a kind and humble mind of seniors, or perhaps he has been hitting a wall here for a long time and can't help but sympathize with newcomers and guide them to avoid mistakes.

I'm one of them.

I heard people talk about it secretly that Cai Bimao ​​had studied second books, but finally he did not enter graduate school, and he was not a little bit of a stinky character. So he became poorer and was about to beg for food. Fortunately, he wrote a good diary since childhood and was eager to write novels and attend all the time. Unfortunately, he had a bad temper, so he often stopped updating. Within a few days of writing, even the people and manuscripts disappeared. As a result, he was called the gunman studio.

But they didn't know that in reality, Caibimao had already been laid off and ran around various construction sites to support their families every day.

Online literature world!

It's just wishful thinking in a dream!

Even if there are gaps in your heart and books are all over the world, you can't stand the reality of three feet of bungalows and two short walls!

One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the editor was slowly sorting out the documents and reading the blacklist, and suddenly said, "The book Caibimao has not been updated for a long time. Damn it still owed me nineteen chapters last month!"

I also felt that he hadn't come to the group for a long time. A senior author said, "How could he come?... He copied it." The editor said, "Oh!"

"He always pretended to behave. This time, he was so dazed that he actually copied the book "……………”

Did the master’s Red Book copy?

"How did it happen later?"

"How is it? I first posted a post to defend myself, but then I revised it. After modifying it for the middle of the night, I then sealed the book."

"What happened later?"

"Later I heard that he fell off the computer desk in anger and broke his leg." "What's wrong with the break?" "How?...Who knows? Maybe he's dead." The editor stopped asking, and slowly calculated his author list.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind is getting colder every day, and it is almost early winter; my hand is frozen into a dog when I write all day long.

In the second half of the day, almost no one in the group bubbling. I was sitting in front of the computer. Suddenly, I heard a QQ message from DiDi, "Give me a recommendation, I've recently made some updates."

Although this avatar hasn't been logged in for a long time, it looks familiar. It looks like gray. It looks like it's logged in with a mobile phone in the background.

It turned out that Cai Bimao ​​was hanging on the mobile client. His books were no longer collected and recommended, and his grades were no longer as good as they were;

Seeing me online, I smiled and said, "Did you vote for me if you have two chapters?"

The editor also bubbling at this time and said, "Is vegetables more like cats? You livestock still owe nineteen chapters last month!"

Cai Bimao ​​replied in a depressed manner, "This... I'll pay it back next time. This time it's a big climax."

The editor was still the same as usual, smiling and saying, "Caibimao, your other book has plagiarized again!" But this time he was not very quarreling and said just "Don't make fun of it!"

"Make fun? If you don't plagiarize, how could someone fight on the forum?"

Caibimao whispered, "Learn from, observe, refer to..." His attitude was very similar to begging the editor, don't mention it anymore. At this time, several authors had gathered in the group, and they all laughed with the editor. I went to the backstage to send him two recommendation tickets and took screenshots to him. He sent me a picture of a girl's cute and touched crying. Seeing that he was so obscene, I had to spread my hands and laugh!

I couldn't help asking him, "Brother Cai, what are you doing now?"

Didi, the news comes back, "The construction team has only returned after going to Xinjiang. Please make up for it quickly. Are you okay? I will recharge it next month and then read your book!"

It turned out that he was relying on these friendly recommendation votes to make some results. After a while, he finished calling in the group to claim votes, and then quietly invisible to chat with me in amid the laughter of others.

I couldn't help but feel moved and a little sad, and I stumbled, "No need to be so troublesome, you can watch pirated copies!"

"That won't work, the work is your hard work. If you want to read it, you have to read it carefully!"

I seemed to guess his serious look when he typed this line of words.

"Come on, there is a Xiran wherever your words go. Everyone needs a world of martial arts in their hearts. Jianghu is a place where stories are needed!"

Caibimao was offline after typing.

Since then, I haven't seen Caibimao online for a long time. At the end of the New Year, the editor remembered and said, "Caibimao is the best man, this dog days old, and I owe me nineteen chapters last month!" By the Dragon Boat Festival of the second year, I said, "Caibimao is completely abandoned, damn!" But I didn't say it until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I didn't see him until the New Year.

I also lost news about him later - Caibimao did fail.

Now the loyal fan writer mentioned him, and my memories suddenly woke up like lightning, as if I remembered the time when I was devoutly yearning for the palace of words. I responded:

This is great!

He,—How?

he?

His situation was also very unsatisfactory... The die-hard writer said, "He posted two comments in his space, asking where there is a part-time job to do! Alas..."

My heart also became silent. The loyal writer told me that I wanted to write and then went offline.

But I was bored for a moment and told the lightning giant gossip that kept showing off my presence: I asked him if he had written a book.

"I'll write a few things, I'll just be a supporting role. Hello, will you give me a supporting role?"

I laughed, "Okay!"

"Okay, I'll wait. I'll tell me what's your book title? I'll save a bookshelves on UC!"

I immediately wanted to kick him.

One day it was a very cold afternoon. After lunch, I sat and typed. Suddenly someone sent me a QQ. When I clicked it, I couldn't help but feel very shocked, and even a little excited.

The one who sent the message was Cai Bimao. Although I knew it was Cai Bimao ​​at first sight, it was not the Cai Bimao ​​I remember.

"Long time no see!" (My QQ name is: Jiuxia!)

I was very excited at this time, but I didn't know what to say, just said:

"Ah, Brother Caibimao... It's been a long time since I contacted you for a long time but I didn't have any news!" I was eager to type out a line of words!"

"Haha, the construction site is busy!" The lines of words are endless and bitter!

Then I had many words, wanting to come out like a bead of thinking: writing books, complaining, complaining, and complaining... but I always feel like I am blocked by something, and I just circulate in my mind and can't spit it out.
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