Bureau Seat, What Happened in 1999 Can't Be Hidden

　　Amidst the noisy DJs, a large group of us had a great time drinking.

　　The classmate's surname is Liu, let's call him Lao Liu for the time being.

　　Lao Liu pointed at the female DJ wantonly and said, "Is that woman good?"

　　"Then why don't you call to accompany you to drink." We coaxed.

　　Old Liu laughed, a little disdain: "That's only good, you haven't seen the real best."

　　Old Liu was a little drunk: "Wait, brother, I'll call you a few."

　　In less than half an hour, three girls came. It seemed that they knew Lao Liu well. After greeting, they sat down without fear at all.three aunts

　　Both girls are beautiful, but I always feel that one of them looks familiar.

　　"Don't come back tonight."

　　"Where are you not going back?"

　　"Your home is like home."

　　"Then I have to give him a call. I have to call him good night at ten o'clock every night."

　　"I am jealous!"

　　"Ha ha."

　　The familiar girl went out.

　　But now, I suddenly feel very uncomfortable: "I left a little bit earlier."

　　"Hey, you are..."

　　After leaving the bar, I saw the girl outside the silent door. I only heard her say to the phone: "I'm at home, I'm going to sleep..."

　　I didn't go far, I stood on the curb and looked at the busy traffic, and I felt a sense of loss.I still called him: "is your girlfriend xxx?"

　　"Correct."

　　His voice was very low, which surprised me a little.

　　"I want to tell you something."

　　"Needless to say, I'm across from you."

　　I looked up and the man was sitting on the bus seat across the road with the phone in his hand, looking at the front of the bar behind me.The eyes are a little red, but there are no tears...

　　After a long conversation, I felt sad for what happened to him.

　　That man, he never succeeded at all.And everything he does in front of us is actually just a pompous appearance.When I thought he really made a lot of money from writing books, in fact, his two-month income couldn't keep up with my one-month salary.

　　He took all the royalties for a month and spent it on the woman, telling the woman that it was one-third of his monthly income.And that woman dressed herself up with his money, doing things he didn't know in places and times he didn't know.

　　I admit that he is a man, and just a man.Not bad, but not brilliant at all.

　　That man has too much self-esteem.

　　When others sneered at his dream, he slapped his face as a fat man, and insisted to prove to you that he was right.In fact, he knew better than anyone that he was right.

　　I feel a little ridiculous, why he is so naive, I have not been able to understand.What is a dream?Well, thoughts in a dream.

　　I'm kind of hilarious because I've never seen such a childish man.

　　I haven't seen him since then.

　　Maybe he still has a fair face and simple short hair.Maybe sparse stubble, decadent face.

　　This is a web writer, I don't know how to describe a web writer.

　　Maybe he has started anew. After two years of experience, he has never succeeded, but failure should teach him how to be a person, right?

　　He wants to prove himself, but in fact, he has no ability to prove himself at all.

　　That man is like a lonely ant, with limited ability, he can only carry bits and pieces, and he has to build a nest by himself in the place he wants.

　　That man may succeed, but it is more likely that he will continue to fail.After all, a man who can't even hold a woman, what can he hold?

　　The man actually cried and said to me:

　　"In the past two years, my biggest dream has not been a grand ideal. In the past two years, I have only wanted to succeed once. Among these countless failures, I have only succeeded once, just once, even if it is small..."

　　That man is afraid of seeing his own future. He writes metaphysics novels, but he is afraid of metaphysics.He was afraid that metaphysics could really predict, and that someone really calculated his fate and told him in advance.Because he knows in his heart that he may still fail in the future.But he didn't want to know ahead of time, because then there would be no incentive to work toward the hopeless non-failure.

　　In front of his friends and family, that man always pretended to smile and said he was fine.But he broke his body behind his back, but he could only know for himself.He didn't even dare to tell his family what the novel he wrote was called, because he often revealed his true feelings in the novel, and he was afraid that his family would see it.

　　The man had forgotten the woman and had no love or hatred in his heart.Now I just want to live for myself and live well for myself.

　　The man continued to swear countless times: This time, it really must be successful! ! !

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　　In the middle of the night, I got up and washed my face with cold water, looking at myself in the mirror with a dark yellow complexion and sunken eyes.Imitating the man's smile, but with pride in his bitterness, he said:

　　"That man is me."

　　Drying my face, I took a deep breath.

　　After a while, he tapped the last line of words on the keyboard with his hands again.

　　"Actually, the above are all excerpts from me!!"

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　　The above fake testimonials are real! !

　　I sat in front of the computer for a long time and couldn't write.

　　"Tick tock!!"

　　A little unknown liquid fell on the keyboard! !

　　Damn it, even though I have packed up my emotions and even put eye drops to write a testimonial, why is the liquid still swirling in my eyes! !

　　Are the tears on the street so worthless? ?

　　Only if you hit the street, will it be on the shelves so quickly! ! !

　　Otherwise, you can't even afford a bottle of mineral water! !

　　Hey.

　　Just as Moscow does not believe in tears, you will not believe in my tears.

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　　I will try to update as many chapters as possible on the shelves tomorrow, and I will beg here for the first order.

　　After all, I heard that in Feilu, whether a book can be recommended or not depends on the first order.

　　The first order is good, and the next one is smooth sailing.

　　The first order is not good, and it is difficult to move an inch.

　　To be honest, the author is very nervous, and I don't know what the result of waiting for me will be.

　　It is a hurdle to be put on the shelves. It can be described as a dragon gate. If you dance well, carp will turn into a dragon. If you can't dance well, months of time and hard work will all turn into flowing water.

　　I want to ask my book friends to help me, and let me try to get as high as possible. Even if it can't be high, I hope I don't die too ugly.

　　As of now, the collection of this book is miserable. .

　　Moreover, the author feels that the collection data of the Feilu client contains a lot of water, and I don't know how much is left after the water is drained...

　　Facing the shelves, I was quite nervous.

　　I have also seen in the author's skirt, and some author exchange websites, someone broke the news about the subscription data of the books on the shelves, then the subscription ratio can see that the author's heart is refreshing, and [-] to [-] is not bad. , fifty to one, or even seventy to eighty to one.[-] favorites, three or four hundred subscriptions, more than [-] favorites, more than [-] subscriptions...

　　It's going to be on the shelves, and it's just the same thing. It's nothing more than asking everyone for a subscription, asking for a monthly pass or something.No matter how much water there is, it can be summed up in two sentences.

　　The author has to rely on subscriptions to eat, and each chapter is only a few cents.Therefore, the author also makes a shameless request here: I hope that everyone can support it as much as possible, and those who have money will support the money field, those who have no money will support the personal field, and come for a monthly pass or something.

　　There are still many readers who like to see it on the shelves, so they immediately turn to the pirated website, but everyone on the road to piracy, please give me a first order, so that the author can write more confidently, and also for this book Books can be written for a long time.

　　I just hope that everyone can click on the first order, click on the automatic subscription, please!

　　In the end, a thousand words make up one sentence.

　　On the shelf for subscription! ! ! !

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　　ps: Ask for flowers, ask for recommendation tickets, ask for rewards, ask for all support!

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Chapter 57

　　Chapter [-]: The Director's Shot, Lost Secret Technique!

　　The rotten bones crawled towards Wang Yi Er while taking advantage of the white fog. His empty face had long since lost his facial features, and only the hollow that was reflected in the rotted skull was left.

　　An unpleasant rotten smell, mixed with dampness, made Wang Yier frown.

　　However, he could also see that the walking corpse didn't seem to find him. After all, his eyes had turned into two holes, and he couldn't see anything at all. He just crawled towards this side unconsciously.

　　This also made Wang Yier, who wanted to do something, temporarily dispel the idea. After all, Li Xue was still sleeping in the tent behind him. Once a battle broke out, it was very likely to cause accidental injuries.

　　The few people on Zhao Yi's side were also vigilant. While listening to the sound from the white fog, they locked the direction of the source of the sound. Slowly, a pungent stench came from the white fog, making every Everyone couldn't help frowning and looking at each other.

　　"Where did the taste come from?"

　　Ma Baoer muttered to himself.

　　However, Zhang Qilin stared at a certain direction in the white mist and said:

　　"The visitor is not good!"

　　At this time, the white fog around the few people has reached a certain concentration, and they can't see their fingers.

　　"Director of Civil and Military Affairs!"

　　Wang Ye gave a cold drink, and the other two stepped forward.

　　Zhao Yi fought on the spot, while several other people surrounded him, forming a triangle, the safety of the director of civil and military affairs.