Almighty Novelist

The stars at night are extraordinarily bright.

The howling cold wind outside accompanied the white snow, which kept falling down.

The coldness after going out was enough to make people's gums tremble.

But despite the cold and windy weather today, everyone is still full of enthusiasm.

Because today is the most important and special day of the year.

New Year's Day.

That is the Spring Festival.

This is a festival that any descendant of Chinese people will never forget!

On the day of the Spring Festival, people try their best to return to their homes to reunite with their relatives, expressing their earnest expectations for the coming year and their best wishes for life in the new year.

Because the Spring Festival is not only a festival, but also an important carrier for Chinese people to release their emotions and satisfy their psychological demands. It is the annual carnival and eternal spiritual pillar of the Chinese nation!

It is an important carrier of the excellent traditions of the Chinese nation's culture, contains the wisdom and crystallization of the Chinese nation's culture, condenses the life pursuit and emotional sustenance of the Chinese people, and inherits the social and ethical concepts of the Chinese people.

But even so, in a small room.

With that swift hand speed, he tapped on the keyboard, like a hacker, typing codes non-stop, but in fact he is a network writer.

As an internet writer, Xu Haoran feels that he should be at the pinnacle of his life, because his life is perfect.

Every book he wrote is synonymous with classics, and every book he writes is the hottest ip at the moment!

The first Douluo Continent pushed him to the point of conferring a god in one book, and the subsequent companion volume Douluo Continent II made him a godhead even more.

Later, he casually wrote Xiaobaiwen, which was rated as the pinnacle of the Internet literature world, Fighting the Sky, and crowned the highest god in one fell swoop.

On the Rich List of internet writers, his annual income is more than the sum of the next nine.

Even the recently written new book titled Lao Tzu Is a Toad reached the top of the major lists in an instant, and the search index was No. 1.

If there are any regrets in his life, it is undoubtedly that he always likes to think wildly and yell wildly when he is doing crazy coding. When it was yy.

After all, if he is already the Supreme God, how could he still live in this small room!

Xu Haoran is a senior Internet writer. He has liked to read since he was a child. The first thing he came into contact with was the Four Great Classics, and he read them with fascination. Then when he was in junior high school, his classmates brought some other literary classics. He also I borrow it every time.

Later, after high school, the Internet became popular, and he was also addicted to the Internet world under that circumstance. Since then, he has been unable to extricate himself, and his good grades have plummeted.

Then he said goodbye to the college entrance examination, and then he went out to work, but he still threw himself into the world he liked and became a glorious street writer.

Because of the complexity of this industry and the low threshold of the industry, many people plunge into it, but in fact, very few can successfully stand out!

And now, he can be regarded as out of the ranks of street writers.Because now he has also entered the ranks of a thousand average writers!

He has learned a lot of techniques from great masters, but because the routines are widely used, he is always lukewarm every time.

"Three years, this year is the last year..."

Xu Haoran suddenly let out a long sigh. It has been three years since he entered the online literary world, but in the past three years, he has only slightly escaped the fate of a street writer, but in fact, It is only enough for him to live on his own.

And once he hasn't made it out of his head in three years, he has to go home.

Yes, for three years, he has not returned home once, not even for the annual Spring Festival!

For many people, the Spring Festival means reunion, a family reunion happily, and then having a reunion dinner with a lot of smiles!

Eat dumplings, eat glutinous rice balls, and then kowtow to receive red envelopes.

However, for Xu Haoran, it was deeply lonely and lonely.

Alone, alone, alone, alone, living in a small house.

Such an unfamiliar environment, such an atmosphere, will always make people fear in their hearts. Every time it comes to traditional festivals, except for the Spring Festival, such as the Dragon Boat Festival, Double Ninth Festival, and Mid-Autumn Festival, there will always be infinite feelings of nostalgia.

Xu Haoran is no exception!

In the past three years, did he not want to go home every Spring Festival?

No, no, if there is a chance, who would not want to celebrate the festival happily with the family?

The ruthless reality has been oppressing everyone's hearts, not only Xu Haoran, but also many, many migrant workers, and other people working in other places!

Everyone has their own helplessness, the so-called every family has its own hard-to-read scriptures, because for today's adults, the pressure of life, work and relationship often make them have to give up a lot of things, Even giving up time with family.

"Find some time, find some free time, and take the children home often..."

"Talk about the troubles in life to your mother, and talk to your father about work matters..."

"It's not easy for a lifetime to be reunion..."

On the TV, this year's Spring Festival Gala is playing, but I don't know, this song that I haven't heard for a long time is playing again.

Xu Haoran, who was struggling to type, also stopped suddenly, his eye sockets turned red at some point, and there were teardrops condensing in his eye sockets.

And in this state, Xu Haoran can't continue to code words.

So he wiped his eyes, walked to the window, opened the window, looked at the stars in the sky, and felt the cold wind, so that he could feel better in his heart.

Closing his eyes, letting the cold wind keep blowing against his body, Xu Haoran opened his eyes again, looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and then muttered in a low voice.

"Time to go home and see..."

At this time, there was a knocking sound on Xu Haoran's room door. Xu Haoran frowned, but still walked over. At this time, he was not at home for the holidays, who came to him.

After opening the door, Xu Haoran saw a fat man in ordinary clothes with a knife in his hand.

"Brother, talk carefully, what's wrong?" Seeing this scene, Xu Haoran panicked a little.

"Are you the author who wrote the road of suspense? How dare you be an eunuch? Today I will make you a real eunuch."

"Oh...I'm not..."

A flash of blood flashed, two dripping beads rolled aside, and the faucet also flashed aside and remained motionless.