City: I Can Make Divine Choices

Before I officially put it on the shelves, let me tell you something.

This book can be said to be a blessing in disguise.

Originally there were 10,000 collections, 15,000 flowers, 78 rewards, and dozens of comments on the first day.

I won’t talk about what happened next.

Anyway, let’s talk about the current situation.

Let’s talk about the author’s Zeng Jin first.

Once upon a time, I went on a blind date.

"Do you have a car?"

"have."

what brand?

Old Phoenix.

I'll go, bike?

The results are self-evident.

The person I'm dating doesn't like me.

Fortunately, I'm lucky.

I met a girl on the way.

She is gentle and considerate.

That night we were together.

We had a great time until last night.

At that time, her voice was particularly beautiful.

Suddenly, the power went out.

I was worried that she was afraid of the dark, so I got up and lit a candle.

As a result...as a result, the lit candle accidentally fell on her body!

She screamed and exploded.

Now, money is urgently needed for her surgery.

Otherwise, she would never be able to drum up again!

After so many years of relationship, please help me, old friends!

There are many beauties in the protagonist, but I only have one, give me a first order! Let me save her!

…

Thanks for the tips guys.

Thank you veterans for your support.

Thank you for your monthly ticket, flower evaluation and collection support.

Thank you guys!

At 12 noon, the shelves exploded.

Ten more bases!

One update will be added for every order exceeding 500.

One update will be added for every fifty additional customizations.

From now on, there will be at least five updates every day.

There are so many beauties among you guys, but I only have her.

Please support me, old friends, and let me cure her. . .

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Formal remarks follow.

The first time I saw him was on the bus.

Simple short hair, fair face, sunny temperament. Hold a mobile phone in your hand, sit and watch, stand and walk. I really wanted to remind this brother that there was a girl sitting with him who had been paying attention to him for a long time, but he was so focused on looking at his mobile phone that I didn't have the nerve to disturb him.

When we got off the bus, he and I were at the same station. Standing side by side at the back door, I glanced at him and was a little surprised: "Do you also watch Doukangqiong?"

He glanced at me: "Yes, you see it too?"

"I'm watching too. Where did you see it?"

"Fusion of alien fire."

"I've seen it all..."

That's how we met.

He is usually a bit taciturn, but it turns out that he is crazy alone. When a few people meet up to hang out, he can go a whole day without saying a word. But when several people went out to play together, he could talk alone for a whole day.

Time passed very quickly, and my relationship with him became stronger and stronger. We were friends and brothers who talked about almost everything. Because we have the same hobby of reading online novels.

I can’t forget the day two years ago when he said to me: “What if I wrote a novel?”

"Are you crazy?" I was a little surprised: "How can a normal person write a novel? It's millions of words, but you didn't pass the essay, right?"

"Oh." He just nodded and said nothing more.

I haven’t seen him for three months. When I saw him again, it was on the bus again.

Sparse stubble, decadent face...

I heard that he has really started writing novels, and his QQ signatures are asking everyone to pay attention to my new books and so on. He asked me to watch it, and he told me to watch it with great interest, saying that he would definitely destroy all mortals and trample them to death.

I didn't believe it, so I went to see it.

I tried hard to read it all day, but I really had no choice but to give up. I really wanted to find any bright spots in his book that would attract me to continue reading. Unfortunately, I failed.

Maybe he just became depressed. We haven't contacted him for half a year. His QQ status has not been updated, and his avatar has not lit up. I don't know if this is because he is invisible or not online.

In a blink of an eye, it’s 14 years. June, summer is hot.

"Hey, XX, come out and sing."

The phone rang, and I was surprised to receive his call. I could hear that he sounded happy. No, it is a kind of pleasure. This tone infected me, and I became a little inexplicably happy.

"Hahaha, do you know why I asked you to come out to sing today?"

He suddenly stopped in the KTV and laughed wildly, wildly.

"Because, my book is signed. Haha, signed."

He shouted into the microphone with a smile.

We looked around blankly and looked at each other. What is signing? It seems that signing is very powerful?

"I've been writing for almost a year, almost a whole year, writing every day, writing in retreat. I don't do anything, I just write every day. It's not easy.

, I finally got through it, and I finally signed the contract, hahaha. Do you know how difficult it is to sign a contract? Ninety-nine percent of authors are unable to sign contracts..."

He told us about his experiences over such a long period of time, complaining about things that we didn't even understand. I get it, it turns out it’s hard to sign a contract.

Before he could say congratulations, he cried, lying on the table and crying: "Finally signed the contract."

A friend sighed: "Wake up, stop dreaming."

Everyone looked at him, confused.

"I actually want to say that you are not a talented person. I heard that you have been writing novels for a long time, and you didn't sign a contract until today? I also wrote a novel two years ago and signed a contract with the first one. I didn't hurt you. , I just want to say, you have no talent, stop dreaming of becoming a great god, I gave up two years ago."

"..."

We get it, it’s not hard to sign a contract...

Surprisingly, he did not give up and continued writing.

What's even more surprising is that he seems to have succeeded.

I don’t know if the book he signed is selling well, but I feel like his temperament has changed. It’s that kind of scornful temperament, and he doesn’t seem to pay attention to anything. I have seen this temperament in nouveau riche.

"Hey, are you smoking King Furong?" I haven't seen him for several months, so when I first met him, I was a little surprised.

"Haha, long time no see, what have you been doing recently?"

I always feel that he seems to be a different person, with the kind of deliberately low-key feeling: "I haven't done anything, I found a job at home, and now I work. What about you?"

"Write a novel."

"Are you still writing?"

"Of course, it's a dark road. How can one give up so easily?"

"So now that you are a great writer, how much do you earn per month?"

"Haha, not much. It's enough to support myself."

"..."

After chatting for a long time, I was really impressed by him. I always feel that he seems to be really successful in writing novels, and he should have made a lot of money.

I am also excited and want to write a novel.

But in the end I still didn’t have the courage he had and was unable to write.

A few months later, 15 years arrived. At the end of the year, I received a call from him: "Lend me five hundred yuan."

"You're still asking me to borrow money? Great writer, I'm still planning to borrow it from you." I was a little surprised.

"The manuscript fee has not arrived, so I will deal with emergencies first and I will pay you back after the New Year."

"..."

I think it seems that he on the surface is not the real him, right? Did he really succeed?

In the summer of 2015, I suddenly had an impulse to see what the creative environment of great writers was like. After calling him, I came to his house.

When I entered his bedroom at his invitation, I obviously felt myself frowning subconsciously. A dark and damp smell hit my face, and the room was filled with the smell of smoke and some strange mixed smells. The curtains were drawn, the whole room was dark, the computer was on, and there was a document on the interface, full of tiny fonts.

"Is this where you work?"

"Yeah, I found that I don't like light anymore. Now I don't turn on the lights at night because I have no inspiration when the lights are on."

I was a little worried: "Can your body bear it if you continue like this?"

"Whatever, you're young. By the way, have you read my new book?"

I wanted to say that I had watched it, but I was afraid that if he asked me about the plot, I would reveal the secret, so I shook my head.

He was a little disappointed and said with a smile: "Then take a look when you have time."

"Definitely."

I glanced at a photo on the computer screen: "Your girlfriend? She's pretty."

A happy smile appeared on his face: "Beautiful, right? We've been together for two years."

"Really? Why didn't I know this before?"

"I didn't tell you."

"It's so beautiful, doesn't it cost a lot?"

Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly and ultimately did not answer the question.

August 8th, a day I will never forget;

A classmate from elementary school wanted me to go to XX bar for his birthday.

With the noisy DJ playing, a group of us drank happily.

The classmate who is celebrating his birthday is named Liu, so let’s call him Lao Liu for the time being.

Lao Liu pointed at the female DJ wantonly and said, "Isn't that woman good?"

"Then why don't you call me to accompany you for a drink?" we cheered.

Old Liu laughed and said with some disdain: "That's only good. You have never seen the real best."

Old Liu was a little drunk: "Wait a minute, I'll call you and get some."

Within half an hour, three girls arrived. They seemed to be familiar with Lao Liu. After saying hello, they sat down without fear of strangers at all. All three girls are beautiful, but one of them looks familiar to me.

Maybe it's an illusion...

None of my classmates were honest. After we got to know each other, they started to get involved. The girls were not disgusted and laughed and made trouble with them. I could tell that these were probably people with a rich nightlife, and I might not be able to fit in.

Lao Liu lay down and talked in her ear. I didn't know what Lao Liu said, but I heard the girl clearly say: "I don't want to break up yet. I think he is very good to me."

I finished a bottle of beer and felt depressed and panicked. Because I know why she looks familiar to me, I saw her photo, not long ago. This is the man who smiles whenever he mentions it.

"Don't come back tonight."

"Where are you not going back?"

"Your home is like home to me."

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

"I am jealous!"

"hehe."

The girl is out.

But now, I suddenly felt uncomfortable: "I kind of left in advance."

"Hey, you..."

After leaving the bar, I saw the girl outside the quiet door. I could only hear her clearly saying to the phone: "I'm at home, getting ready to sleep..."

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

"right."

His voice was very low, so low that I was a little surprised.

"I want to tell you something."

"It goes without saying, I'm opposite you."

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

We talked for a long time, and I felt sad for his experience.

That man, he never succeeded at all. And everything he did in front of us was actually just an exaggerated appearance. When I thought he really made a lot of money from writing books, in fact, his two-month income could not keep up with my one-month salary.

He took all the royalties for a month and spent them on the woman, telling her that it was one-third of his monthly income. But that woman used his money to dress herself up, doing things he didn't know about at places and times he didn't know about.

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

That man has too much pride.

When others sneer at his dreams, he pretends to be fat and insists on proving to you that he is right. In fact, he knows better than anyone whether he is right.

I find it a bit ridiculous, why he would be so childish, I have never understood. What is a dream? Well, dream thoughts.

I was a bit dumbfounded because I had never seen such a childish man.

I haven't seen him since.

Maybe he still has a fair face and simple short hair. Maybe it's the sparse stubble and the decadent face.

This is an online writer. I don’t know how to describe an online writer.

Maybe he started over. After two years of experience, he had never succeeded, but failure should have taught him how to be a human being, right?

He wanted to prove himself, but in fact he didn't have the ability to prove himself.

That man was like a lone ant, with limited abilities. He could only carry bits and pieces of bits and pieces, and he had to build a nest alone where he wanted.

That man may succeed, but the greater possibility is that he will continue to fail. After all, if a man can't even keep a woman, what can he keep?

The man actually cried and said to me:

"In the past two years, my biggest dream is not actually a magnificent and great ideal. In the past two years, I only want to succeed once. Among these countless failures, I only succeed once, just once, even if it is small..."

That man is afraid of seeing his future. He writes metaphysical novels but is afraid of metaphysics. He was afraid that metaphysics could really predict fortune, that someone could really calculate his fate and tell him in advance. Because he knows in his heart that he may still fail in the future. But he doesn't want to know in advance, because then he will have no motivation to work towards the slim hope of not failing.

That man always put on a smile in front of his friends and family, and always said he was fine. But he was hurting his body secretly, but he could only know it himself. He didn't even dare to tell his family what the novel he wrote was called, because he often revealed his true emotions in the novel, and he was afraid that his family would see it. He was afraid of many things, but he was most afraid that his family would know the truth.

The man forgot about the woman and had no love or hatred in his heart. Now I just want to live for myself and live a good life for myself.

The man continued to swear for the umpteenth time: This time, he really must succeed! ! !

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August 24, 2020, is now the sixth year.

I didn't sleep late at night, so I got up and washed my face with cold water, and looked at myself in the mirror with a dull complexion and sunken eyes. Imitating the man's smile, he said bitterly but with pride:

"That man is me."

After drying my face, I took a deep breath.

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

"Actually, everyone can just laugh at the above."

It will be put on the shelves at noon. In order to let everyone enjoy it, I will try my best to code it!

That's right!

It’s crazy!

This time it’s really going to explode!

As long as there are 1,000 subscribers, the fifth update is just the beginning!

The author can even update every day, at least five times!

As long as there are results!

Just try your best to update!

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