Treasure Hunting For All: I Have A God-Level Synthesis System

The first time I saw him was on the bus.

Simple short hair, fair face, sunny temperament.

Holding a mobile phone in hand, watching while sitting, standing and walking. I really want to remind this brother that a girl sitting with me has been paying attention to him for a long time, but I am too shy to bother him with his concentration on his phone.

When we got off the bus, I was at the same station as him, standing side by side at the back door, I glanced at it, and was a little surprised: "Do you also watch the sky?"

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

"I saw it too, where did you see it?"

"The fusion of different fires."

"I see it all..."

That's how we got to know each other.

He is a little taciturn on weekdays, but it turns out that he is crazy alone. Several people meet to go out to play, he can not say a word for a day. But several people meet to go out to play, but he can talk for a day by himself.

Time passed quickly, and my relationship with him became stronger and stronger. We are almost friends and brothers who talk about everything. Because we have a common hobby, reading online novels.

I can't forget the day he said to me two years ago: "What if I write a novel?"

"Are you crazy?" I was a little surprised: "How can a normal person write a novel? There are millions of words, and your composition failed, right?"

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

I haven't seen him for three months, and when I saw him again, I was on the bus again.

Sparse stubble, decadent face...

I heard that he has really started to write novels, and the QQ signature is to ask everyone to pay attention to my new book and so on. He asked me to watch it, and he let me watch it with great interest, saying that it would be absolutely complete, and he would trample mortals to death.

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

I tried hard to read it all day, but I really had to give up. In fact, I really wanted to find the slightest bright spot from his book to attract me to read it. Unfortunately, I failed.

Maybe he just got depressed. We haven't been in touch for half a year, and his QQ status hasn't been updated, and his avatar hasn't lit up. I don't know if it's because he's invisible or offline.

In a blink of an eye, it was 14 years. In June, the summer is hot.

"Hey, XX, come out and sing."

The phone rang, and I was surprised to get a call from him, and I could tell he was happy in his voice. No, it's a pleasure. This tone infected me, and I became a little inexplicably happy.

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

In KTV, he suddenly stopped, laughing wildly, it was crazy.

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

He laughed and shouted into the microphone.

We looked around blankly, looking at each other. What is a contract, it seems that the contract is very powerful?

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

, I finally got through it, I finally signed the contract, hahaha. Do you know how difficult it is to sign a contract? Ninety-nine percent of authors can't sign a contract..."

He told us about his experience for such a long time, and complained about things we didn't understand at all. I get it, it turns out that signing a contract is difficult.

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

"..." We understand, it turns out that signing a contract is not difficult...

Unexpectedly, he did not give up and continued to write.

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

I don't know if the book he signed is selling well, but I think his temperament seems to have changed, it's the kind of disdainful temperament, it seems that he doesn't pay attention to anything. I have seen this kind of temperament in upstarts.

"Yo, have you smoked King Furong?" It's been a few months since I saw him. At first glance, I was a little surprised by him.

"Hehe, long time no see, what have you been doing lately?"

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

"Write a novel."

"Are you still writing?"

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

"Then you are a great writer now, how much do you earn a month?"

"Haha, not much. Enough to support myself."

"..."

After chatting for a long time, I really admired him. I always feel that he seems to have really succeeded in writing novels, and he should have made a lot of money.

I was also moved, and I also wanted to write a novel.

But in the end, I still didn't have his courage, and I couldn't write for a long time.

At the end of the year, I received a call from him: "Lend me five hundred yuan."

"You still ask me to borrow money? Great writer, I still plan to borrow money from you." I was a little surprised.

"The manuscript fee hasn't arrived yet, so we should deal with emergencies first, and I will pay you back after the Chinese New Year."

"..."

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

It was summer again in 2015, and I had a sudden whim, wanting to see what the environment for great writers to create was like. After the phone call, I came to his house.

When I entered his bedroom at his invitation, I obviously felt that I frowned subconsciously. A dark and damp smell rushed towards the face, the whole room was filled with the smell of smoke, and some mixed strange smells. The curtains are drawn, the whole room is opaque, the computer is turned on, and there is a document on the interface, full of small print.

"Is this where you work?"

"Yeah, I found that I don't like light anymore, and now I don't turn on the lights at night, because I don't have inspiration when the lights are on."

I was a little worried: "If you go on like this, can your body bear it?"

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

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

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

"Sure."

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

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

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

"I didn't tell you."

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

Speaking of this, he smiled wryly, and finally did not answer the question.

August 8th, a day I will never forget;

A classmate in elementary school celebrated his birthday and asked me to sit down at XX bar.

Amidst the loud DJ sound, a large group of us had a great time drinking.

The birthday classmate's surname is Liu, let's call him Lao Liu for now.

Lao Liu pointed at the female DJ wantonly and said, "That woman is not bad?"

"Then why don't you call to accompany us for a drink." We booed.

Old Liu laughed, a little disdainful: "That is only good, you have never seen the real best."

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

Within half an hour, three girls came, who seemed to be familiar with Lao Liu, and sat down without being shy after saying hello. three aunts

Both girls are beautiful, but one of them looks familiar to me.

"Don't come back tonight."

"Where don't you go back?"

"Your home is like home to me."

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

"I am jealous!"

"Ha ha."

The familiar girl went out.

But now, I suddenly feel very uncomfortable: "I left a little earlier."

"Hey, you..."

When I got out of the bar, I saw the girl outside the silent door, and I only heard her say to the phone: "I'm at home, I'm going to sleep..."

I didn't go far, standing on the curb and watching the traffic, I felt a sense of loss. I still called him: "Is your girlfriend called XXX?"

"right."

His voice was very low, which surprised me a little.

"I want to tell you something."

"Needless to say, I'm opposite you."

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

Having a long conversation, I feel sad for what happened to him.

That man, he never made it. And everything he did in front of us is actually just an exaggerated appearance. When I thought that he really made a lot of money writing books, in fact, his two-month income cannot keep up with my one-month salary.

He took all the manuscript fees for a month and spent them on the woman, telling the woman that it was one-third of his monthly income. But that woman took his money to dress herself up, doing things he didn't know at a place and time he didn't know.

I admit that he is a man, and only a man. Not badass, but not brilliant at all.

That man has too much pride.

When others scoffed at his dreams, he slapped his face swollen and pretended to be fat, insisting on proving to you that he was right. In fact, he knows better than anyone whether he is right or not.

I feel a little ridiculous, why he is so naive, I have never been able to understand. What is a dream? Well, the thoughts in the dream.

I'm kind of dumbfounded because I've never seen such a childish man.

I haven't seen him since then.

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

This is an internet writer, I don't know how to describe an internet writer.

Maybe he started again, two years of experience, no success, but failure should teach him how to behave?

He wants to prove himself, but in fact he has no ability to prove himself.

That man is like a lone ant with limited abilities, he can only carry bits and pieces, insisting on building a nest by himself in the place he wants.

That man may be successful, but more likely to keep failing. After all, what can a man who can't even keep a woman hold on to?

The man actually cried and said to me:

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

That man is afraid of seeing his future. He writes metaphysics novels, but he is afraid of metaphysics. He was afraid that metaphysics could really do divination, and he was afraid that someone would actually calculate his fate and tell him in advance. Because he knows in his heart that he may still fail in the future. But he didn't want to know in advance, because then he would have no motivation to work hard towards the hopeless non-failure.

That man always pretended to smile in front of friends and family, and always said that he was very good. But he broke his body secretly, but he can only know it himself. He didn't even dare to tell his family the name of the novel he wrote, because he often revealed his true feelings in the novel, and he was afraid that his family would see it.

The man forgot about the woman, and there was no love or hatred in his heart. Now I just want to live for myself and live well for myself.

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

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Late at night, I got up and washed my face with cold water, looking at myself in the mirror with a dark yellow face and sunken eyes. Imitating the man's smile, he said proudly with bitterness:

"That man is me."

After drying my face, I took a deep breath.

After a while, I typed the last line of words on the keyboard again.

"Actually, the above are all excerpted by me!!"

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The above false testimonials are true here! !

I sat in front of the computer for a long time and couldn't write.

"Tick tock!!"

A little bit of unknown liquid fell on the keyboard! !

Damn it, I have cleared up my emotions and even dripped eye drops to write a testimonial on the shelf, why is the liquid still swirling in the eye sockets! !

Is the tears that flutter on the street so worthless? ?

Only when it hits the street will it be put on the shelves so quickly! ! !

Otherwise, you can't even afford a bottle of mineral water! !

Hey.

Just as Moscow does not believe in tears, you will not believe that I cry.

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