i really don't want this system

Chapter 60
Ye Mosheng dropped out of school.

And rented a house in a community near Jiang'an.

It might have been a big event before, but now Ye Mosheng didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart.

I remember that I had taken a souvenir on the bank of the river in my previous life, but in the blink of an eye I could never go back.

Let's revisit the old place in this life.

Cool weather in mid-October
The sun is still so dazzling and charming

But there is no temperature.

I will never see those two beautiful landscapes again.

It's good to be alone, very good.

Li Yu, the cheap man rarely bothered Ye Mosheng during this time, even though they knew that Ye Mosheng was the one who needed comfort the most.

In the eyes of others, Ye Mosheng has not changed.

But Li Yu and Jiannan knew that for a few days, Ye Mosheng seemed to have had an enlightenment and changed into a different person.

Take the initiative to talk, tease, and laugh.

Maybe it's because of Mo Yiyi, or because of love.

Maybe because of something else.

A message was received on his mobile phone. It seemed that money had arrived, but Ye Mosheng was not in the mood to read it.

He felt the pain of his predecessor, neither happy nor sad.

I understand that my predecessor passed away forever, and that she is still there in the other side of the world.

But for myself, where should I go, who should I find.

One is in the mind, dusty.

One is burning in my heart.

He doesn't know what to do?
I don't even know what I'm doing.

He didn't dare to sing, he was afraid of crying, but every day when he was alone, he would take out that guitar and play and sing softly.

He didn't dare to write poems, he was afraid of pain, but he remembered a lot, and even didn't memorize them well before.

He didn't dare to think about her, and he didn't dare to think about her.

But he didn't stop for a moment.

He should do something to keep himself busy.

Should he sing? Should he write poetry? Should...

Out of instinct, he picked up the pen and started writing online articles. He was a writer at heart, a street writer. Although he was not diligent, he only stopped updating once.Although he wrote several books and millions of words, and even though he wrote one book after another, he still kept writing and finished each book one by one.

His parents didn't understand and scolded him: what's the use of writing books, don't study hard;

His classmates teased him: When you become a god, remember to burn it for everyone to see.

He still writes books regardless of the cost.

Because of love, but also because of survival.

He remembers that the first time he came into contact with online literature was in the third year of high school.

For the first time, he knew that there was such a magical corner in this world.

You can imagine, heaven and earth, this life and past lives, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign.

You can abuse, you can blame, you can complain, you can vent.

He fell in love with that corner and the worlds created by the authors.

It's so bizarre and magical.

One day, a sentence echoed in my ears: You can also create a world, a world that belongs to you.

This sentence attracted him deeply like magic, so he fell into it and became a writer.

Every night when the teacher is gone and the classmate is asleep, he will sneak out of the fence, take out the meal money he saved at noon or at night, and use the Internet for an hour, but he can only use the Internet for an hour, unless he does not eat for a day, and spends his time in class during the day. The written content is typed into the computer word by word until it becomes text.

He went from writing more than 500 words an hour at the beginning to more than 2000 words an hour later.

From the first collection, the first recommendation ticket, to the first reader, his heart was beating.

He felt alive, felt the meaning of life.

If he divides his senior year of high school life, there are only two things, writing books and reading.

I wrote novels and studied science in the third year of high school.

At the end of the first period of my senior year of high school, my grades were disastrous.

He was invited by his parents. Fortunately, the matter of writing novels was not exposed, but he was labeled as a teenager with Internet addiction.In the second semester, he was under strict supervision. In this way, his first book, which was written with more than 20 words of painstaking efforts for several months, was suddenly interrupted.

This is the first and only interruption.

He felt sorry for his readers. Although not many of his books were read, there were only more than 60 recommendation votes, and the cumulative collection was only 27, and he did not sign a contract. For the hobby, he is very happy to have such a group of like-minded people.

During that time, he was very busy and full every day. He only had one hour to surf the Internet every day, and he didn't even have time to read readers' messages.

Sure enough, Sun Shan failed in the college entrance examination and could only go to a third-rate university, which he originally planned to give up.But his parents didn't want to, so he had to pay for him to go to college.

Watching the two old men working in the dark and getting up early.Looking at the bent backs of the two elders, he deeply blamed himself.

He wanted to cry, hated himself for not working hard, hated himself for not writing web articles, and swore that he would study hard.

It was just that when he first entered college, whether he was in class or resting, his mind was full of ideas. He picked up the pen and put it down again and again. Finally, he picked up the pen, wrote in class, wrote during breaks, and then went to code at night. , although the cost of living is not much, but the Internet fee of two hours a day can finally be squeezed out.

The more than 20-word work has been updated.

Maybe two hours a day is enough, but Ye Mosheng is no longer Ye Mosheng in the third year of high school.

I sleep until I wake up naturally after class, either from hunger or at noon.

When I write novels in class, I no longer need to be as cautious as when I was in my senior year of high school.

He remembers the joy of signing a contract for the first time, and the joy of having his work put on the shelves for the first time. He was as happy as a child. He also remembers the first time he received a royalties of 315 yuan, crying alone in bed for a long time.

I don’t know whether it’s the unfairness of fate or my own incompetence. I write one book after another. It’s not that I haven’t signed a contract or that I haven’t finished the book. It’s just that I have no readers and no income. It’s miserable.

Later, he became obsessed with the game LOL, and the two hours a day became very tight.

Fortunately, Qidian later added a buyout plan: counting by a thousand words.

Because of his stable updates for several years, he was favored by editors, and he wrote online for two hours a day. He needed to earn more money to pay for games or living expenses. For this reason, he searched for a long time and found a 150 yuan one. Room one bathroom, on the top floor, only a rickety canopy bed and a worn-out desk.The only electrical appliance is a dimly lit light bulb overhead.

He rented a second-hand computer for 90 yuan per month, and connected the Internet, which cost 45 yuan per month. He calculated that the number of code words per day is more than 4000. As long as he starts to earn income, all expenses are more affordable than going to an Internet cafe by himself.

The rest of the time LOL.

Sure enough, the money I can get every month is more than enough to cover one month’s utility bills, rent, computer rent, etc., so I don’t have to cut down on food and clothing. I can even buy a bucket of instant noodles, a marinated egg and a sausage for supper when I’m hungry at night.

You can go to the roadside to have a barbecue every weekend.

At that time, barbecue was the most luxurious delicacy.

Especially the perfect attendance award introduced in the latter part of my senior year, and the completion award even prevented me from asking for living expenses from my family.

His life began to move towards a bright place.

If Ye Mosheng's life in his senior year of high school was about writing and studying, then his life in college was about wearing white clothes, writing books, and playing games.

In the first semester of freshman year, I met Bai Yiyi on an accidental rainy day.

He felt that it was an encounter that took place 500 years ago in his previous life.

He started paying attention to her.

Except for codewords, games and the preparation of the graduation thesis, Bai Yiyi gave the rest of the time.

She studied by herself in the teaching building and went to the teaching building to write books.

She is in the library, and she goes to the library to write a book.

She went to the public class and went to the public class to write a book by herself.

……

Every time he hides in a corner.

Until graduation, I was busy with my graduation thesis and writing a book, and disappeared for a while.

Until the graduation eve reappeared, he felt that he could not miss it again. That night, he drank a bottle of strong wine.

(End of this chapter)