Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The plot begins to take shape.

On the black keyboard, a pair of long fingers with distinct joints rested on it, facing the shining computer screen, without moving for a long time.

After writing the beginning of the story, it was packaged into a file and sent out.

Readers responded quickly.

Don’t like to wear underwear:?

I am a tomato:? ?

I like you so much:? ? ?

Fairytale House Cottage:? ? ? ?

I don’t want to be a lightbulb: break the formation! I knew it wouldn't be based on a classic fairy tale!

Monk Loves Nun: Break formation +1! really! Or reverse the flavor! This time it was the eldest daughter who went to the castle!

I am a tomato: I want spoilers! ! ! ! ! It is said that the newly opened novel is intended to mess up the fairy tale world, and the plot is written casually! Never follow the original work!

Fishing at work: What I said above is true! ? Ahhhh looking forward to it! I want to see Cinderella! Oh no, I want to see the broken Cinderella!

I am also fishing: plus one plus one! Wait for the update! ! !

Eat melon every day: update update update! ! !

My shoes are ugly and smelly: update update update update! ! !

I heard drinking water goes well with you: +1 for staying in formation every day.

The message reminder sound on the computer screen sounded.

The editor saw the newly published article and sent a message.

The person sitting at the computer desk slowly raised the glass beside him and took a sip.

He was wearing a white T-shirt, wide-leg jeans that had been washed a little white, and his slender fingers were neatly trimmed. He looked like a college student.

The computer desk is very simple, just a computer with a connected keyboard, a pot of pothos and a glass of water next to it.

When the beeping sound of the computer came, he put down the water glass slowly, then moved the mouse and clicked on the message box.

The editor inside asked him about his ideas for this time, as well as the overall outline and framework.

The man looked at it for a while, his fingertips resting on the keyboard, as if he wanted to type something.

But after a long time, he seemed not to want to answer anymore, so he slowly deleted the words he typed, and then closed the dialog box.

The room was very bright, the curtains were open, and the sunlight from outside shone directly in through the transparent glass windows.

When the sun shines on the computer desk and the man's arm, it is so white that you can almost see the veins and blood inside.

He sat at the computer desk for a long time, and the computer interface had already switched to the code word window.

The plot had stopped at that point, as if the movie had pressed the pause button. Everything inside was frozen, waiting for him to write to make everything work again.

He quietly watched the last sentence of the plot, typed it in and deleted it, deleted it and typed it in again.

No one knows what he is thinking, and no one knows how he arranges the next plot.

A steady stream of comments from readers has been posted, and he has not yet responded to the editor’s message.

At this moment, he was sitting calmly in front of the computer, as if he had been immersed in his own world, conceiving and slowly unfolding it.

The sunlight outside slanted westward, gradually shining from his arms to his shoulders.

The light shone brightly on his features.

That face, when you look sideways, is as perfect as an angel, pure and flawless, with eyes as deep as gems.

The profile of the profile is three-dimensional, reflecting the slanting light, like an angelic boy walking out of a painting.