Chapter 64 (1/2)
I opened my eyes and saw the weak and soft light inside the game cabin. Because of the night before, he went to bed early, woke up, and slept again, the biological clock he had established, which was from 4 a.m. to noon, was disturbed.
At 2:30 a.m., he disconnected his nerve and came out of the game cabin, suddenly wanting to write.
When he opened the hatch and stepped out a step, he stepped on a sticky and soft thing
At this time, the room was very dark, he did not wear slippers, only socks, in a very short moment, he made a very correct conclusion: ”this is not cat shit...” He lowered his head and said, ”what can I do for him?”
Twenty minutes later, he wiped the floor, washed his socks, sat on the computer chair, and looked at Arthas, who was lying on the table as if nothing had happened.
These days, people pay attention to private space, so the sound insulation effect in the building is very good. Otherwise, it's like a night long shouting, a washing machine and a floor mop. Neighbors have already called.
Arthas's eyes were all green in the dark, and he was a bit cautious after watching for a long time. Feng couldn't help but stare at it for a while and sighed, ”I'll clean you up tomorrow.”
He blew the cat off the table, turned on the computer and began to code. I don't know where the draft of this month's second rate detective and cat is. At the moment, I have inspiration, so I will hurry up to write more.
As for the derivatives, Feng was rather confused. ”If the existence of a certain life is a mistake in itself, what is the meaning of it when it comes to this world?” The question haunted him.
When he can't get the answer, he will write the question into the work. It's not to let readers answer him. He also knows that there are some things that have no answers. He just wants more people to think.
Simply put, the act of being blind is When his own entanglement can not be relieved, turning a person's entanglement into a group of people's entanglement, and finally achieving the effect of everyone's entanglement, can be called a higher state of harming others but not benefiting himself.
Of course, it's impossible for Feng to write down his own experience and the settings in the game directly. He has to conceive a plot again, so that the story of the derivative can be displayed in another way, and become one of the stories in second rate detective and cat.
When he focuses on something, time passes quickly. When he pulls out of the story, he finds that the day is already bright, and this month's serial has been settled. In these five or six hours, of course, it's impossible for Feng to finish the whole manuscript. He is just knitting a framework, which is also the most brain consuming step. After finishing this step, the rest is relatively simple. Fill in the content in the frame, it will become a draft, and then revise it. If it goes well, it will become a draft. As for the proofreading work, just leave it to the editor of the magazine. However, there is generally no need to proofread the sealed manuscript. He still pays more attention to quality and detail.
It's a Sunday. The weather is pretty good. According to Feng, every Sunday, Wang sighs to work as a social worker in the kindergarten. In Feng's original words, ”play with your peers for half a day.”
Feng can't feel that his attitude towards public welfare activities is relatively cold. Compared with such five good young people as Xiaotan, if he participates in similar work To put it mildly, it's ”a little disobedient”; to put it bluntly, it will frighten (or bring bad) children.