Some people like to eat garlic, and some people like to drink coffee.
Of course, there are still people who like big fish and big meat.
One day, I said in the group that I like to eat rice.
Immediately someone jumped out and shouted: "I like eating rice too!"
You see, this is the difference.
Just like when I write a book.
Some people say that there should be more beauties.
Some people say, put in more new wine.
Some people say, be more careful.
It's like cooking.
You are eating, drinking, laughing and having fun.
When people leave, the tea is cool.
Looking back at dusk.
Who? Have you ever remembered me as the cook?
I have written several books, but none of them have been successful.
This does not mean that I am not a good author.
The vegetables were salty, the soup was mushy, and too much oil and salt was added.
This only means that I am not a good cook.
Writing books and cooking, there seems to be no connection between the two.
In fact, it is related, you see——
Writing books is something I like to do. I am very happy when I sit in front of the computer and come up with stories.
Cooking is something I like to do, especially when the boss tells me what I want to eat tomorrow and you cook it for me while eating.
In my opinion.
The happiest and happiest thing is to use the money earned from writing to cook.
You have food to eat, people to love you, and you can do what you want.
It's very warm, isn't it?
When I decide to put pen to paper and write something.
I hesitated for a long time.
There was a time when I hated computers, hated mobile phones, and didn't want to talk to anyone.
I think I'm sick.
Then I turned off the computer, deducted the mobile phone card and started running around the city.
I shuttle between high-rise buildings, I watch the scenery on overpasses, and I wait for red lights at intersections.
I chatted with the vegetable seller, communicated with the beggars, and yelled at the idiot with tattoos.
I looked at this hard city in the rain.
I was sitting aimlessly on the bus.
Stop by stop.
Scene by scene.
Until a few days ago, I stood on the roof of the fourteenth floor, looking at the night sky.
After smoking two cigarettes, I turned on the computer and installed the mobile phone card.
This sentence was left on the Q signature:
In this world under the starry sky, many people lowered their heads, but never raised them again.
Then I said to myself.
Let's get started.
start.
Two simple words, but they have many meanings.
For example, it’s the scent of osmanthus again
Can we be friends? This is the beginning of a love story.
Can we still be friends? This is the beginning of a love accident.
My starting point here is very clear and firm.
That's why I'm going to start writing a book.
A book I love and want to write.
city.
Pure city, prosperous city, bloody city.
Fantasy, fairy tale, history.
Today, when the city is becoming less and less popular, I began to choose the city again.
Just like four years ago.
The difference is.
Less frivolous and more confident.
This is not the point.
The point is, I'm old, and if I don't do some things, I might never do them until I die.
I just mentioned leadership.
The leader is the daughter-in-law.
I remember when we first met, she said, okay, boy, your literary talent is good, but I didn’t realize that you, an idiot, can still write and write.
I just laughed and said, if I pick up a pen, I will be the best in the world!
Times have changed, and a few years have passed.
I wonder if she still remembers the line in my signature about cutting peach blossoms in exchange for wine money when we met.
I wonder if she still remembers my bragging that I will write a book that will be famous in the world.
There were bumps and bumps along the way, and laughter all the way.
Until now.
The monthly porthole.
Looking back at her, she was sleeping, suddenly, the dark sleeve was full of incense.
As written in this book.
There is no need to be old, and the dark sleeves are good.
This is a urban novel.
There is no power, no through, and there is no horror.
Some are tender and some are righteous. Some are stupid.
Maybe it's ignorant.
There are no tens of billions of consortiums in the city I live, and there are no Rolls -Royce everywhere.
This is Central Plains.
Those who get the Central Plains have the world.
I know that life is not a novel.
I know more about the novel from life.
In the urban text of Kailan Bokinini in the heroine.
I just want to make the novel closer to life.
Because I think, we are all too indifferent.
My city is not my hometown.
I like to use the four seasons to describe this city.
Spring warm, summer heat, cool autumn, cold winter.
The statement of pretending to be artistic is -spring folding flowers, summer umbrellas, yellow leaves in autumn, and black charcoal in winter.
This is a very interesting city.
The reason why the story is selected here.
Because this is another year of osmanthus fragrance
There are really many stories in this city to write.
for example.
When you walk the alley late at night, if there is a woman to talk.
Normally, you will shout: "Handsome guy, come and play!"
More will say, "Big brother, do you do big health care?"
There are also some predictions: "Young man, come and fall in love!"
And women in this city generally don't shout, she will stop you and tell you: "Fellow, play organs, don't touch it, don't make money!"
You see, this city is interesting?
The growing, the more lonely.
I remember when I was a child, live mud, catch frogs.
Lost a sandbag and kick a dumplings.
Take some Huaihua to eat some elm money.
Now think about those farts in childhood, it is really taste.
What about now?
How many people give up tomorrow for their eyes.
How many people give up their dignity to deceive.
How many people live in to feed a family.
How many people are home for the family.
How many people like to make sense but not speak.
How many people have changed from brothers to each other.
How many people ...
How many stories we can't go back forever.
(The leader glanced at it just now, muttered and said, stupid, run the title.)
Run the title.
In the past four years, the most sentence I said is that I am a nonsense.
And in reality.
I am a silent person.
KTV, bar, club, wine table, wedding banquet, and even leaders scolded me stupid, I usually smoke silently.
I like to drink a big mouth, white wine, three or two wine glasses at a drink at a time.
"The bite dog is not called." The leader commented on me: "A dangerous dangerous."
In fact, when I am silent, I think.
Think of one thing, a word, and even a look.
Look.
Run the topic again.
I am really a nonsense!
Continue to speak.
Netwen world.
It's the world of flowers.
It's just that the force here is relatively high.
I remember many years ago, I said in the group to ask for support.
Immediately, readers spoke madly:
Wang: "I am a handsome guy."
Lai Mouyang: "I have a house and a car."
Du Gao: "I have a lot of love in addition to the handsome and handsome households and the chiefs of the car!"
Xiao Wu: "I ... although not handsome and no money, but ... I can let you sleep me."
See, a shameless group of people. It is another year of osmanthus fragrance
What about now?
"I'm going to write a new book." I said in the group.
Wang Mou: "Let me do won't? Don't watch."
Lai Mouyang: "The work of a cheap knife, a silly work."
Du Gao: "Who are you? I want me to see, yes, please me."
Little Five: "Seeking for maintenance."
See, how amazing a group of people.
eleven
About the title of the book.
The leader said that he would take a domineering title and let the readers and friends know at a glance. This is wonderful.
What I said is domineering.
She said, called "Fool, go away!"
I am speechless.
She also said: "If you don't like it, let's change it, called" Shun Dun and Force! "
I was speechless.
"What name do you want to get?" She asked me.
"On that day of peach blossoms."
"Silly! Can't pretend to die!"
twelve
About briefing.
The profile you see is not the introduction I want to write.
I want to pretend to write only four words on the profile: produced by small knives.
But if you think about it carefully, I finally deleted these four words.
This is an embarrassing question.
Because there are not many people who know what I am.
What small blades are sharp and troubled times ...
Who is a peerless knife? Do you know?
I don't know if it doesn't matter.
I believe you will remember me after reading this book.
fourteen
About cover.
Pretend to be a criminal, fool, black fungus.
Blood splash.
The killing is pretending to be a criminal, fool, black fungus.
I like the cover very much.
fifteen
About content.
In the book ...
There are rivers and lakes, temples, small people, and great heroes.
There are fools, there are cow, and there are pretending.
There are men and women love, and there is a lingering lingering.
All in all, in short, one said.
What you want to see here.
What?
Do you think I'm pretending?
Well, in fact, the one I want to say most is that when you read my book to introduce others, it is not shameful.
fifteen
About text.
I was scolded Wen Qing for several years.
I think it's okay.
What is the text?
Shouldn't it be fresh and refined ...
Well, I admit that I am a bit of Wenqing.
Actually, I have changed.
Don't believe it. Look.
Sixteen is another year of osmanthus fragrance
About the protagonist.
I like the name of showing eyebrows.
Just like a word that I once liked.
After seeing it at first sight, the eyebrows became a book.
When you show your eyebrows, you know how vulgar women are listening to the name, just like the flowers with dew in the morning.
As for Chu Huan.
This is an optimistic person.
He is upright and brave, he is bold and cautious.
But as he said.
He likes children to respect the elderly.
Because the beginning of life is ignorant, the end of life should be happy.
What really makes him strong.
Not flowers and applause, not the praise of relatives and friends.
It is those enemies that can be stunned and frustrated, and those opponents who have always wanted to defeat him, the enemy who has always wanted to defeat him.
sixteen
About supporting actors.
Xue Yue, Pan Xiaoshang, Han Qihu, Fu Baoqin ... Big cats, stones, wood ...
Many people.
Their existence is not to set off the protagonist.
On the contrary, it is because of them.
This world looks so real.
Just like it was written in the book.
Xue Yue said: "This is a society of a person who eats people. If you want to look at it, you will be ruthless than anyone else, who is more spicy!"
Pan Xiaoxiang said: "I like this city with you. As a child, I can see the stars when I look up."
Han Qihu said: "I'm stupid, don't you give a fool generally, do you generally see it?"
I said: "In fact, people don't really take the innocence or grievances of others. Many times, people are not respecting people, but back-scenery."
seventeen
"The City That Never Sleeps"
Original: Peerless Knife.
Hand strike: Peerless knife.
Proofreading: Peerless Knife.
Update: Peerless Knife.
Look at the string of text above.
It's very much like the ending scene of a movie.
There is a plot in the new book.
When Chu Huan overcame all difficulties and finally built his own business empire.
It was him alone from beginning to end.
Behind the applause, no one knew what he had gone through.
At that time, Zhanmei was sitting in the cinema, watching the curtain call on the movie screen:
Screenwriter: Chu Huan.
Producer: Chu Huan.
Director: Chu Huan.
Producer: Chu Huan.
Although no one was optimistic about this movie, Chu Huan gave it his all.
At that moment, I raised my eyebrows and watched the movie end.
In a movie theater alone - she felt very proud, then sobbed, and finally burst into tears. Another year of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance
Chu Huan said: "I want you to show your eyebrows like a painting."
"I want to make a movie that I like that will be released nationwide," Chu Huan said.
There is something I didn't say.
That's what Chu Huan said is exactly what I want to say.
eighteen
Kneeling on one knee, holding your hand and looking at you.
Looking at you, it's like seeing the whole sky.
And one foot in front of you is my whole world.
"marry me."
Just like in a song.
"I don't have gold, silver, cars, or a house, but I do have a heart that loves you, and I have so many of them in my box."
nineteen
That breeze in that month of that year caused a stream of autumn water to overflow from my eyes.
In that clear dream of that month, who frowned and stretched his face, showing shame.
It’s the same old saying:
I hope I will still write again after many years.
I hope you are still watching it many years later.
Still the same nonsense:
It turns out that life is always full of regrets.
May you have no regrets in this life.
Let me say one last thing.
Let's get started, I'll be responsible for updating, and you'll be responsible for waiting for updates.
Collection, red ticket. Give it to me, because... people want it!
ps: The update of Sinful Desire is relatively slow, but I won’t give up. Chapter 1: One Island, One World
Chapter 1 One Island, One World
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Deep in the sea to the east of the Chinese Alliance, there is an island called Rainbow Island. The island is not big, and it is covered with buildings of different heights. The most eye-catching among them are the seven towering chimneys in the center of the island. It is now autumn.
, the billowing smoke was blown by the autumn wind to the depths of the sea. From a distance, the smoke looked like dark clouds before a heavy rain.
The area around the chimney is the smelting plant on the island. The useless scrap copper and iron are thrown into the furnace by workers every day. While the workers remelt the scrap metal, they also rely on this job to maintain the livelihood of the island.
.
Because when it was time to pay wages, the entrance to the smelting plant was very lively at the moment. Old and young people lined up and looked eagerly at a wooden table at the entrance of the smelting plant in front of them. On the wooden table were banknotes of different sizes and denominations.
The voluptuous woman who was over forty lowered her head and counted her work points. Behind the woman stood four bodyguards with live ammunition, looking coldly at the people in front of them.
"How can I spend this salary after paying the rent? Accountant Shen, please advance some money to me this month." Looking at the five crumpled banknotes in his hand, a young man said to the woman with a wry smile.
"Want to get an advance? If you think so, you won't be afraid of losing your life to make money!" The woman called Accountant Shen replied coldly without raising her head: "Next!"
Looking at the bodyguard behind Accountant Shen, the young man opened his mouth but turned around and left without saying anything. When he came to the crowd, the young man looked around and found that several friends who were usually close to him seemed to avoid him. He looked at him and smiled bitterly. Just when the young man lowered his head and was about to leave, a person grabbed him.
"Wait a minute, I will give you some of my salary later." The person who said this was a young man about twenty years old, with neat short hair and light blue eyes. When he said this, the young man smiled and revealed his pure white eyes. Although the autumn wind was slightly cold, he was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt on his upper body.
Looking at Chu Yu, the young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded after hesitation.
"Wu Xiaofei, you can't even say thank you? When Chu Yu brought Chu Chu to the island, you made trouble for their siblings, right? I remember..." A sloppy uncle standing in front of Chu Yu said at this time, Chu Yu interrupted him mid-sentence: "Uncle Tie, you are the one who said this about thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Who hasn't had any difficulties? Don't worry about it so much."
Listening to Tie Quansheng's sarcasm and seeing Chu Yu defending himself, Wu Xiaofei showed a trace of shame on his face. With his face slightly hot, he whispered to Chu Yu: "Chu Yu, thank you."
"I'm sorry." Chu Yu smiled and said, "You took so much sick leave last month, so it's normal for your salary to be low."
Wu Xiaofei hummed softly, lowered his head and said nothing more - when Chu Yu first came to Rainbow Island four years ago, he had no place to live, and the straw shed he built was burned twice by himself, and he had returned it to Chu Yu in the factory during the past four years. Yu Made Twice Chapter 1: One Island, One World
Chapter 1 One Island, One World
(Uploaded a new book, I hope everyone will spread the word. I would like to thank you with my hands folded.)
Deep in the sea to the east of the Chinese Alliance, there is an island called Rainbow Island. The island is not big, and it is covered with buildings of different heights. The most eye-catching among them are the seven towering chimneys in the center of the island. It is now autumn. , the billowing smoke was blown by the autumn wind to the depths of the sea. From a distance, the smoke looked like dark clouds before a heavy rain.
The area around the chimney is the smelting plant on the island. The useless scrap copper and iron are thrown into the furnace by workers every day. While the workers remelt the scrap metal, they also rely on this job to maintain the livelihood of the island. .
Because when it was time to pay wages, the entrance to the smelting plant was very lively at the moment. Old and young people lined up and looked eagerly at a wooden table at the entrance of the smelting plant in front of them. On the wooden table were banknotes of different sizes and denominations. The voluptuous woman who was over forty lowered her head and counted her work points. Behind the woman stood four bodyguards with live ammunition, looking coldly at the people in front of them.
"How can I spend this salary after paying the rent? Accountant Shen, please advance some money to me this month." Looking at the five crumpled banknotes in his hand, a young man said to the woman with a wry smile.
"Want to get an advance? If you think so, you won't be afraid of losing your life to make money!" The woman called Accountant Shen replied coldly without raising her head: "Next!"
Looking at the bodyguard behind Accountant Shen, the young man opened his mouth but turned around and left without saying anything. When he came to the crowd, the young man looked around and found that several friends who were usually close to him seemed to avoid him. He looked at him and smiled bitterly. Just when the young man lowered his head and was about to leave, a person grabbed him.
"Wait for a while, I will pay you some of my salary for a while." Saying this is a young man about 20 years old, short hair with cleanliness, light blue eyes. When you say this, the young man laughed and showed a bite of white.
Although the teeth, although the autumn wind is slightly cold, he only wears a short sleeve.
Looking at Chu Yu, the young man froze, and nodded after hesitant.
"Wu Xiaofei, Xie Zi couldn't say? When Chu Yu brought Chu Chu to the island, you didn't have a little trouble for their brothers and sisters, I remember ..." An uncle who was standing in front of Chu Yu said at this time,
Speaking of half, it was interrupted by Chu Yu: "Uncle Iron, 30 years of Hexi, Hexi, is what you said, who hasn't difficulty? Don't care about it."
Listening to the taunt of Tie Quansheng, seeing Chu Yu also argued for himself, Wu Xiaofei's face showed a hint of ashamed. He whispered to Chu Yu with a slightly hot face: "Chu Yu, thank you."
"See you outside." Chu Yu laughed: "You have asked for so long of sick leave last month, and the salary is normal."
Wu Xiaofei whispered softly, and he didn't say anything in his lower head -Chu Yu had no place to live when he came to Rainbow Island four years ago. The straw shed was ordered twice by himself.
Two times the first chapter is the first island, one island, one world
Chapter 1 One Island One World
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There is an island named Rainbow Island in the depths of the East of the Huaxia Alliance. The island is not large. It is covered with different buildings. Among them, the most eye -catching is the seven towering cigarette tubs in the center of the island.
The rolling wolf smoke was blown into the depths of the sea by the autumn wind. From a distance, these thick smokes seemed to be the dark clouds in the future.
The area around the tobacco tube is the smelter on the island. Those useless scrap and scrap iron are continuously thrown into the stove every day by workers.
Then, then
Because when the salary was paid, the door of the smelter at this moment was very lively. The old and young and young lined up and looked at a wooden table at the door of the smelter in front of the smelter — there were different banknotes on the wooden table.
After 40 women full of flesh, she bowed her head to count the division. Behind the woman's back, there were four bodyguards with real bullets in the woman. They looked at the crowd in front of them coldly.
"How can I spend this salary after paying the rent? Shen accounting, this month, give me some money." Looking at the five wrinkled banknotes in his hand, a young man said with a smile on a woman with a smile on his face.
"If you want to make a pre -saving? If you want to be beautiful, you are not afraid of making life and no life!"
Looking at the bodyguard behind Shen's accounting, the young man opened Zhang and turned away without saying anything. He came to the crowd. The youth looked around and found that several partners who had a good relationship on weekdays saw him avoided.
After gaze, I smiled bitterly, and when the young man bowed his head and planned to leave, he pulled him alone.
"Wait for a while, I will pay you some of my salary for a while." Saying this is a young man about 20 years old, short hair with cleanliness, light blue eyes. When you say this, the young man laughed and showed a bite of white.
Although the teeth, although the autumn wind is slightly cold, he only wears a short sleeve.
Looking at Chu Yu, the young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded after hesitation.
"Wu Xiaofei, you can't even say thank you? When Chu Yu brought Chu Chu to the island, you made trouble for their siblings, right? I remember..." A sloppy uncle standing in front of Chu Yu said at this time,
Chu Yu interrupted him mid-sentence: "Uncle Tie, you are the one who said this about thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Who hasn't had any difficulties? Don't worry about it so much."
Listening to Tie Quansheng's sarcasm and seeing Chu Yu defending himself, Wu Xiaofei showed a trace of shame on his face. With his face slightly hot, he whispered to Chu Yu: "Chu Yu, thank you."
"I'm sorry." Chu Yu smiled and said, "You took so much sick leave last month, so it's normal for your salary to be low."
Wu Xiaofei hummed softly, lowered his head and said nothing more - when Chu Yu first came to Rainbow Island four years ago, he had no place to live, and the straw shed he built was burned twice by himself, and he had returned it to Chu Yu in the factory during the past four years.