Chapter 832: 832
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August will be over, but the heat of midsummer continues.
The climate of s city is full of malice. It is cold in winter and hot in summer.
Of course, for Jue Ge, who has been in an air-conditioned room for a long time and rarely goes out, it doesn't seem to have much to do with him
Recently, in addition to the busy work in the game, things in life have gradually increased. After all, there are many uninvited "roommates" in the family, and many living habits will naturally change.
In addition, the creation of his novel "two ends of nightmare" has also entered the final stage. As a person who has an almost pathological paranoia about his works Brother Jue always falls into a state of extremely slow and tangled creation before the completion of a long work. The chapters that can be written in the past one hour have reached this stage Maybe one day.
At this time, he would think of chuck's line at the end of the fifth season of SPN, the ending, which is the most difficult. As long as there's a keyboard, even monkeys can start. But the end and be not so. You always want to do everything at the last moment, but you can never satisfy everyone. Fans will want to be dissatisfied in any case, and find some unfilled holes, but since it is the end, you should be fearless and write down what you really want to write.
I don't know what I think of this passage, but The most persistent fan of his works, who is as picky, mean and unsatisfied as a bitch It was himself.
A creator who is extremely narcissistic and perfectionist will easily fall into a state of infinite cycle of "self torture". Many times, such people don't really care about others' opinions. They are often driven mad by themselves
…………
Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa
On the morning of September 3, Feng was sitting in front of the computer and typing the keyboard quickly.
His face was heavy and his fingertips were flying; he looked at the screen and was out of the sky.
Finally. After hours of concentration, he took a long breath
"Hoo --" Feng unconsciously saved the document, stretched himself, picked up the cup of cold coffee beside the computer table, and stood up while drinking.
"Poof..." As soon as he turned around, he sprayed the coffee back into the cup.
"Hello Commander, are you disgusting? " The little spirit eating snacks on the sofa immediately looked at brother Jue with disgust and said.
"All right..." "At least he didn't spray directly on the ground or someone's face," said Ruoyu
At this time, Feng unconsciously looked around and found that Ruoyu, Xiaoling, Xiaotan, Baoqing and Anyue had all sat on the sofa in the living room. Talking and laughing at the home theater. Infer from the number of various drinks and melon peel and fruit shell placed on the tea table They have been here for at least an hour.
"When did you come in?" Brother Jue was shocked. "Why didn't I notice it at all?"
"It's the rotation of the earth that distracts you." If the rain immediately, expressionless back to such a sentence.
I have to say, this is a very level of spitting. But among the "people" present, only she, Jue Ge, and the nearby Arthas can get the laugh.
"Ha ha..." Feng didn't realize he was choked once. He answered with a smile and then joined his friends. "I think I remember It's the marathon day, isn't it? "
"Yes, we've all finished one." Small sigh returns a way.
"Say it..." Brother Jue said, "this was originally a party for the three brothers. How can this number increase now... "
"Well?" Next second, if the rain cast a sharp look.
"Can't I come with my boyfriend?" Xiaoling grabs Xiaotan's arm and looks at brother Jue with the dead fish's eyes. Said not very well.
"I'm here to urge you. Do you have any comments?" An Yueqin also replied with a similar look of intimidation.
Hearing this, Feng unconsciously hesitated for two seconds, then looked at Ruoyu, Xiaoling and miss an. Said three phrases: "Oh, yes, no problem..."
…………
For the next few decades. Feng unconsciously seems to be a little absent-minded.
He is not unhappy, he just can't help thinking about life
Five months ago, he was still living an irregular life. Disordered biological clock, bad eating habits, lack of exercise, unknown and abandoned "disease" and so on What I've pieced together is a man who faces life's incomparably negative.
Five months later, Feng can't sleep and lead a healthy life His family has a cat and a woman that he cares about; his social circle has expanded more than ten times in the virtual and real world; another close friend of his seems to be stepping into the siege of marriage; his understanding of the supernatural world has also made a qualitative leap in both theory and practice
Looking back I didn't realize that I had changed. His dark life color seems to have more than a few other colors. He is also submerged and immersed in the noise in front of him
Reading this, he found that the real world was not so "boring", "boring", "despairing and nauseous". Because the world itself is not sentimental.
Hate, or love life It's just human's subjective choice and experience. If there is any objective pain in the world, it is also caused by the influence between people.
…………
It was almost dusk, and everyone had gone.
In the room, there was only Feng Bu and Li Ruoyu left.
At half past six, brother Jue prepared three dishes and one soup. Ruoyu also cleaned up the house.
They sat opposite the table and ate in the afterglow of the setting sun.
As usual, both of them talk less when eating, but eat silently.
"Well..." Suddenly, Feng unconsciously put down his chopsticks, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "I want to ask you something."
"Say." If rain didn't realize what he was going to ask her, he just answered her casually.
"Can you Try... Get in touch with me. " Feng unconsciously asked each other a question in a difficult tone.
In this moment, the expression on Li Ruoyu's face and the movement on his hand were stagnant at the same time.
Then there was a silence of nearly twenty seconds.
These 20 seconds, for Feng, feel like a lifetime
Twenty seconds later, she looked up at him, keeping her usual composure and coldness, and gave a short answer: "OK." (to be continued,
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August will be over, but the heat of midsummer continues.
The climate of s city is full of malice. It is cold in winter and hot in summer.
Of course, for Jue Ge, who has been in an air-conditioned room for a long time and rarely goes out, it doesn't seem to have much to do with him
Recently, in addition to the busy work in the game, things in life have gradually increased. After all, there are many uninvited "roommates" in the family, and many living habits will naturally change.
In addition, the creation of his novel "two ends of nightmare" has also entered the final stage. As a person who has an almost pathological paranoia about his works Brother Jue always falls into a state of extremely slow and tangled creation before the completion of a long work. The chapters that can be written in the past one hour have reached this stage Maybe one day.
At this time, he would think of chuck's line at the end of the fifth season of SPN, the ending, which is the most difficult. As long as there's a keyboard, even monkeys can start. But the end and be not so. You always want to do everything at the last moment, but you can never satisfy everyone. Fans will want to be dissatisfied in any case, and find some unfilled holes, but since it is the end, you should be fearless and write down what you really want to write.
I don't know what I think of this passage, but The most persistent fan of his works, who is as picky, mean and unsatisfied as a bitch It was himself.
A creator who is extremely narcissistic and perfectionist will easily fall into a state of infinite cycle of "self torture". Many times, such people don't really care about others' opinions. They are often driven mad by themselves
…………
Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa
On the morning of September 3, Feng was sitting in front of the computer and typing the keyboard quickly.
His face was heavy and his fingertips were flying; he looked at the screen and was out of the sky.
Finally. After hours of concentration, he took a long breath
"Hoo --" Feng unconsciously saved the document, stretched himself, picked up the cup of cold coffee beside the computer table, and stood up while drinking.
"Poof..." As soon as he turned around, he sprayed the coffee back into the cup.
"Hello Commander, are you disgusting? " The little spirit eating snacks on the sofa immediately looked at brother Jue with disgust and said.
"All right..." "At least he didn't spray directly on the ground or someone's face," said Ruoyu
At this time, Feng unconsciously looked around and found that Ruoyu, Xiaoling, Xiaotan, Baoqing and Anyue had all sat on the sofa in the living room. Talking and laughing at the home theater. Infer from the number of various drinks and melon peel and fruit shell placed on the tea table They have been here for at least an hour.
"When did you come in?" Brother Jue was shocked. "Why didn't I notice it at all?"
"It's the rotation of the earth that distracts you." If the rain immediately, expressionless back to such a sentence.
I have to say, this is a very level of spitting. But among the "people" present, only she, Jue Ge, and the nearby Arthas can get the laugh.
"Ha ha..." Feng didn't realize he was choked once. He answered with a smile and then joined his friends. "I think I remember It's the marathon day, isn't it? "
"Yes, we've all finished one." Small sigh returns a way.
"Say it..." Brother Jue said, "this was originally a party for the three brothers. How can this number increase now... "
"Well?" Next second, if the rain cast a sharp look.
"Can't I come with my boyfriend?" Xiaoling grabs Xiaotan's arm and looks at brother Jue with the dead fish's eyes. Said not very well.
"I'm here to urge you. Do you have any comments?" An Yueqin also replied with a similar look of intimidation.
Hearing this, Feng unconsciously hesitated for two seconds, then looked at Ruoyu, Xiaoling and miss an. Said three phrases: "Oh, yes, no problem..."
…………
For the next few decades. Feng unconsciously seems to be a little absent-minded.
He is not unhappy, he just can't help thinking about life
Five months ago, he was still living an irregular life. Disordered biological clock, bad eating habits, lack of exercise, unknown and abandoned "disease" and so on What I've pieced together is a man who faces life's incomparably negative.
Five months later, Feng can't sleep and lead a healthy life His family has a cat and a woman that he cares about; his social circle has expanded more than ten times in the virtual and real world; another close friend of his seems to be stepping into the siege of marriage; his understanding of the supernatural world has also made a qualitative leap in both theory and practice
Looking back I didn't realize that I had changed. His dark life color seems to have more than a few other colors. He is also submerged and immersed in the noise in front of him
Reading this, he found that the real world was not so "boring", "boring", "despairing and nauseous". Because the world itself is not sentimental.
Hate, or love life It's just human's subjective choice and experience. If there is any objective pain in the world, it is also caused by the influence between people.
…………
It was almost dusk, and everyone had gone.
In the room, there was only Feng Bu and Li Ruoyu left.
At half past six, brother Jue prepared three dishes and one soup. Ruoyu also cleaned up the house.
They sat opposite the table and ate in the afterglow of the setting sun.
As usual, both of them talk less when eating, but eat silently.
"Well..." Suddenly, Feng unconsciously put down his chopsticks, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "I want to ask you something."
"Say." If rain didn't realize what he was going to ask her, he just answered her casually.
"Can you Try... Get in touch with me. " Feng unconsciously asked each other a question in a difficult tone.
In this moment, the expression on Li Ruoyu's face and the movement on his hand were stagnant at the same time.
Then there was a silence of nearly twenty seconds.
These 20 seconds, for Feng, feel like a lifetime
Twenty seconds later, she looked up at him, keeping her usual composure and coldness, and gave a short answer: "OK." (to be continued,
... Only one second to remember this website www.biquga.com, the fastest novel website updated by biquga!
August will be over, but the heat of midsummer continues. The climate of s city is full of malice. It is cold in winter and hot in summer. Of course, for Jue Ge, who has been in an air-conditioned room for a long time and rarely goes out, it doesn't seem to have much to do with him Recently, in addition to the busy work in the game, things in life have gradually increased. After all, there are many uninvited "roommates" in the family, and many living habits will naturally change. In addition, the creation of his novel "two ends of nightmare" has also entered the final stage. As a person who has an almost pathological paranoia about his works Brother Jue always falls into a state of extremely slow and tangled creation before the completion of a long work. The chapters that can be written in the past one hour have reached this stage Maybe one day. At this time, he would think of chuck's line at the end of the fifth season of SPN, the ending, which is the most difficult. As long as there's a keyboard, even monkeys can start. But the end and be not so. You always want to do everything at the last moment, but you can never satisfy everyone. Fans will want to be dissatisfied in any case, and find some unfilled holes, but since it is the end, you should be fearless and write down what you really want to write. I don't know what I think of this passage, but The most persistent fan of his works, who is as picky, mean and unsatisfied as a bitch It was himself. A creator who is extremely narcissistic and perfectionist will easily fall into a state of infinite cycle of "self torture". Many times, such people don't really care about others' opinions. They are often driven mad by themselves Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa On the morning of September 3, Feng was sitting in front of the computer and typing the keyboard quickly. His face was heavy and his fingertips were flying; he looked at the screen and was out of the sky. Finally. After hours of concentration, he took a long breath "Hoo --" Feng unconsciously saved the document, stretched himself, picked up the cup of cold coffee beside the computer table, and stood up while drinking. "Poof..." As soon as he turned around, he sprayed the coffee back into the cup. "Hello Commander, are you disgusting? " The little spirit eating snacks on the sofa immediately looked at brother Jue with disgust and said. "All right..." "At least he didn't spray directly on the ground or someone's face," said Ruoyu At this time, Feng unconsciously looked around and found that Ruoyu, Xiaoling, Xiaotan, Baoqing and Anyue had all sat on the sofa in the living room. Talking and laughing at the home theater. Infer from the number of various drinks and melon peel and fruit shell placed on the tea table They have been here for at least an hour. "When did you come in?" Brother Jue was shocked. "Why didn't I notice it at all?" "It's the rotation of the earth that distracts you." If the rain immediately, expressionless back to such a sentence. I have to say, this is a very level of spitting. But among the "people" present, only she, Jue Ge, and the nearby Arthas can get the laugh. "Ha ha..." Feng didn't realize he was choked once. He answered with a smile and then joined his friends. "I think I remember It's the marathon day, isn't it? " "Yes, we've all finished one." Small sigh returns a way. "Say it..." Brother Jue said, "this was originally a party for the three brothers. How can this number increase now... " "Well?" Next second, if the rain cast a sharp look. "Can't I come with my boyfriend?" Xiaoling grabs Xiaotan's arm and looks at brother Jue with the dead fish's eyes. Said not very well. "I'm here to urge you. Do you have any comments?" An Yueqin also replied with a similar look of intimidation. Hearing this, Feng unconsciously hesitated for two seconds, then looked at Ruoyu, Xiaoling and miss an. Said three phrases: "Oh, yes, no problem..." For the next few decades. Feng unconsciously seems to be a little absent-minded. He is not unhappy, he just can't help thinking about life Five months ago, he was still living an irregular life. Disordered biological clock, bad eating habits, lack of exercise, unknown and abandoned "disease" and so on What I've pieced together is a man who faces life's incomparably negative. Five months later, Feng can't sleep and lead a healthy life His family has a cat and a woman that he cares about; his social circle has expanded more than ten times in the virtual and real world; another close friend of his seems to be stepping into the siege of marriage; his understanding of the supernatural world has also made a qualitative leap in both theory and practice Looking back I didn't realize that I had changed. His dark life color seems to have more than a few other colors. He is also submerged and immersed in the noise in front of him Reading this, he found that the real world was not so "boring", "boring", "despairing and nauseous". Because the world itself is not sentimental. Hate, or love life It's just human's subjective choice and experience. If there is any objective pain in the world, it is also caused by the influence between people. It was almost dusk, and everyone had gone. In the room, there was only Feng Bu and Li Ruoyu left. At half past six, brother Jue prepared three dishes and one soup. Ruoyu also cleaned up the house. They sat opposite the table and ate in the afterglow of the setting sun. As usual, both of them talk less when eating, but eat silently. "Well..." Suddenly, Feng unconsciously put down his chopsticks, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "I want to ask you something." "Say." If rain didn't realize what he was going to ask her, he just answered her casually. "Can you Try... Get in touch with me. " Feng unconsciously asked each other a question in a difficult tone. In this moment, the expression on Li Ruoyu's face and the movement on his hand were stagnant at the same time. Then there was a silence of nearly twenty seconds. These 20 seconds, for Feng, feel like a lifetime Twenty seconds later, she looked up at him, keeping her usual composure and coldness, and gave a short answer: "OK." to be continued, ... Only one second to remember this website www.biquga.com, the fastest novel website updated by biquga!
