silent recording

<one hundred and one>

Sure enough, these few days Gan also shut himself in the room and began to write crazily.

Ah'an didn't allow him to order takeaways for fear of ruining his body, so Gan called the aunt and told the aunt that it would be good if the restaurant came to cook every day.

A'an only realized the difference between Gan Ye and himself when he saw Gan Ye's hand writing non-stop.And Gan simply wouldn't stop writing until he emptied his mind.

In order to save time, Ah An and Gan Ye are back to back, and Gan Ye writes while Ah An codes, and while typing, he reads Gan Ye's story, and then sighs, which is really very individual.

Ah An has never published a book, but he doesn't care much about it, because he writes novels entirely because of his hobbies and for himself, but he still cares about whether people read them or not.

Gan is also different. Gan Ye’s articles are submitted for publication and become famous, and then someone contacts him to publish a book or something, and his book is not published on the Internet.

Apart from writing, Gan Ye doesn't care about anything else. He doesn't care about book covers or typesetting.

Both were bordering on crazy codewords, until the two dogs next door protested that they were hungry.One screamed worse than the other.

Gan Ye rubbed his brows, stood up, and got some distance from Ah An. Before Ah An could react, his finger poked the keyboard and passed through.

He tilted his head and looked at Gan Ye who got off the bed: "You are feeding the dog."

"Ah."

When Gan Ye opened the door, the cat was sitting at the door, not hiding like it did when it came, and it seemed to rub Gan Ye's trouser legs in favor of it.

Ah An saw it from behind, and immediately came over and picked up the kitten. The kitten's paws tightly grabbed Ah An's clothes, looking a little nervous.

A'an was curious: "I was still scared to death just now, why are you clinging now?"

Gan Ye opened the door, walked into the dog's room, and the two dogs immediately surrounded him, as if they would not give up if they didn't need to drool to help Gan Ye take a bath.

"Maybe he's afraid we'll abandon him after getting used to the environment." Gan also poured dog food into the bowl.The dog noticed the kitten being held by Ah An, and in the eyes of the dog, the kitten flew into the air.

The two dogs didn't bother to eat, and just barked at the kitten. The kitten trembled in fright, and wanted to push into Ah An's collar, and Ah An was delighted by his little head.

Gan also hit the two dogs on the head each.

Only then did the two dogs run to eat in a somewhat peaceful manner.

By the way, I also filled up the kitten’s food bowl. Gan Ye always fills up the food bowl when raising things. He has no idea how much kittens and puppies should eat every day, although he knows that they can’t be fed all the time. , but did it anyway.

After Gan also sent the book to the editor, everything was handed over to the editor.

Gan also slept soundly for two days and one night. During this period, he didn't eat anything except going to the toilet, and he didn't need to go to the toilet afterwards.Ah'an stayed by the side all the time and occasionally sneaked a kiss. When Gan Ye's lips were dry, he would cross the water for Gan Ye, but Gan Ye was too lazy to move.

Ah An watched Gan Ye while watching anime. After being dead for so long, he had never played computer before, so he couldn’t help but click on the Weibo page. When he opened Gan Ye’s homepage, he had millions of fans, one of them It's Ah An, Ah An knows, but he doesn't know what his name is.

Among Gan Ye’s followers, apart from the official blogs of some publishing houses, there are only two private IDs. One is known to An, the editor, and the other is called "I’m going to the sky". Second, it's vulgar, and it's walking towards the sky, why don't you go to the sea.

At the same time, Ah An was very curious about who this person knew, and how Gan Ye would pay attention. After clicking in, he looked at this Bode homepage. It has not been updated for a long time. The last update was a long time ago, and there were only two to three thousand fans. Left and right, click on the blogger’s latest Weibo, “I’m going home today, it might be disconnected.” The latest comment below is two months after the blog was posted, “The author, you’ve been home for so long and you’ve been disconnected from the Internet. Is it? Weibo is not updated?"

"Let's go big, you won't be abandoning the pit!!!!"

"Eunuch"

For some reason, Ah An kept flipping through that blogger's Weibo, sometimes in daily life, and sometimes in some chapters of novels.

Before I knew it, I didn't realize that Gan also did it.

Gan also looked at Ah An's serious face illuminated by the light, and said, "This is your Weibo."

A'an was taken aback, and then understood, no wonder it hasn't been updated for so long, people have turned into ghosts, and there is no novelty.

"Ah, you already knew?" Ah An said belatedly.

"Well, the time you were drunk."

"Okay. I can't remember at all."

"It's okay, when I find that woman, I'll help you look at your life."

"it is good."