Wen Chou: "Uh, about 100,000 yuan! Qidian's royalty. Return to Liu Xiahui!"

Seeing Liu Xiahui who had not yet made a fortune, Lu Yang subconsciously replied, "This guy is not far from making a fortune, and the vulgar urban god will be prosperous forever!"

It is difficult for ordinary people to learn Liu Xiahui's vulgar style. It is a vulgarity in thought. When writing an article, those vulgar thoughts cannot burst out in their minds. It is impossible to write the vulgar taste of a perfect and fulfilling taste.

Fenketto: "Wen Chou! Can "Dragon and Snake Rise" be updated faster? It's too few chapters a day!"

Grinning: "Wen Chou Ju! What do you think is the secret to becoming a god? Can you tell us?"

Big Head Ghost: "Wen Da! How fast are you? I am a disabled man, and my speed is only 2,000. I feel hopeless to become a god!"

Sweeping the snow: "Wen Chou Ju! I really can warm the bed!"

Ashtray: "The writing is ugly! Do you think the quality of the online article is important or the speed is important? Is it better to write three thousand words carefully a day? Or should I write six thousand words faster?"

...

Every time Lu Yang answers a question, more questions will arise below.

Fingers flying like butterflies on the keyboard can only answer some questions selectively.

Wen Chou: "The secret to becoming a god? Someone said that genius is made of 1 talent and 99 sweat, so hard work is the most important thing! Grinning back!"

Wen Chou: "Can you tell me about the snow-sweeping girl and warming the bed in private? Haha!"

Wen Chou: "…"

...

An hour passed quickly, and the group leader Zuo Shidao deliberately did not remind him, hoping that Wen Chou could chat with everyone for a while.

Lu Yang, who was so busy that his forehead was sweating, was paying attention to the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen. Seeing that it was 9 o'clock, he reminded him in the group.

Wen Chou: "It's time, let's answer one question at the end! Everyone asks! I'll choose to answer one!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the speeches in the group became messy.

Fei Tmall: "Ah? Time has arrived so quickly? It turns out that loneliness is longer, and joy is shorter!"

Ruoxu Fufeng: "Wen Chou and Huge! My waist is really thin! Do you really don't think about it anymore?"

The old demon of the sky-devouring world: "Wen Chou Huo! Are you doing it?"

Liu Xiahui: "Wen Da! What is your speed? You haven't answered this question yet!"

Bing is sleeping water: "Wen Chou Ju! After reading your new book, I also want to write a Chinese arts book. Do you think I can do it?"

Beiming Youyu: "I just want to ask, can Wen Chouju give me a chapter? The fish that is losing also wants to pounce better!"

Crispy: "Can Wen Chou Ju help me give me some advice on my new book? Uh, my waist is not thin and I can't warm the bed. When it comes to knees, will you please stop it?"

...

Looking at the more than 20 questions that popped up in the blink of an eye, Lu Yang was a little happy with a headache. It was always pleasant to be popular.

Wen Chou: "I don't have fast hand speed, so I can barely make it three thousand an hour! As for the kiri? There are so many beautiful girls, why am I doing kiri? Haha! Goodbye everyone! That's all for this tonight, goodbye!!"

Lu Yang stopped talking when he made this statement in the group, and those enthusiastic authors were still speaking one after another below, hoping that Wen Chou could come out to answer one or two questions.

The left-handed knife also appeared at this time, thanking Lu Yang.

Left-handed Knife: "Thank you Wen Chouji for taking the time to take the time to ask for guidance! Welcome to come again next time! Haha!"

Seeing the left-handed knife coming out to express his gratitude, Lu Yang sent a q`q expression in.

This hour of continuous rapid typing was even more tiring than he usually wrote two or three thousand words. His brain was always in a high state of tension. While identifying questions that could be answered, he thought about how to answer them.

...

After finishing his lecture in the Throne of the Gods, Lu Yang climbed to the starting point to search for Liu Xiahui's name and found that Liu Xiahui already had a work - "The Mayor's Daughter Falls in Love with Me".

The first work is the city. In my impression, Liu Xiahui's works after it seem to have always been urban. One type can write so many works, and each one is very popular, which is also a skill! How many people can write too much of the same type and cannot find the content to write, and they have to transform?

Close the browser and call up the document. Lu Yang was about to write some manuscripts, but he sat in front of the computer for more than half an hour, but couldn't find the status. He was still thinking about the chat content in the Throne of the Gods tonight.

The mind is disturbed.

Since he couldn't write it, Lu Yang didn't force himself to close the notebook, got up and left the study. Cao Xue was not there, the house was empty and deserted. Except for Lu Yang himself, there was no sound, and the lights in the living room and bedroom were turned off.

A feeling of loneliness came to my heart. After thinking about it, Lu Yang opened the door and walked upstairs. He lived here for some time. He knew that the rooftop here was not locked, and there were people hanging clothes on it and drying quilts during the day, and there should be no one on it at night.

This building is also 6 floors high. Lu Yang lives on the third floor and soon came to the top floor. When passing through the corridor, some people were very quiet, while others laughed and laughed, which made Lu Yang feel even more lonely.

When I opened the wooden door of the rooftop, a fresh night air came to my face, clearing Lu Yang's mind and feeling much more comfortable.

The rooftop was very large, and there was indeed no one above at this time, with only a few empty clothes racks. Well, I don’t know who it was, a frame was welded with steel pipes on it, and a swing was made from wooden boards below. The swing under the night sky quietly swung slightly with the breeze.

Lu Yang smiled slightly, and did not walk to the swing, but went straight to the edge of the rooftop.

There is a guardrail nearly one meter high on the edge of the roof, made of bricks.

Standing behind the guardrail, half of the county town was seen. The popular city east and south were brightly lit, with cars coming and going, and pedestrians coming and going, but the north and west of the city were shrouded in the night, with only a few lights, as if they were already asleep.

In the dark night, standing alone on such a rooftop, all kinds of thoughts will surge into your heart.

Lu Yang thought of Cao Xue, Tong Yaqian, Rui Xiaoxiu, Feng Tingting, Xing Xinxin, Dao Xinyi, Bai Jingjing, Zhang Li and other women in his mind, and some promises he had given to him.

When he had no money in the past, he always thought that as long as he had money, everything would become better and there would be no regrets in his life. Now he has not been less money, and many people can't make so much money in their lives, but he still cannot be happy all the time and is still trapped by love.

Lu Yang remembered a joke I had seen before - Dad asked Xiao Ming what his ideal was? Xiao Ming initially answered money and beauty, but was slapped on the forehead by his father. Dad asked Xiao Ming for the second time that Xiao Ming learned his lesson this time and replied that it was career and love!

Xiao Ming’s father is very satisfied this time!

In fact, in Xiao Ming’s mind, career is money and love is beauty!

Lu Yang's mouth curled up slightly, feeling a little ridiculous, and was laughing at himself.

Before I knew it, I already had two things I had dreamed of, but I was still unhappy. What should people pursue in life?

In the past, he believed that people should pursue happiness when they live, because in his cognition, happiness is happiness! If they are not happy, how can they talk about happiness?

At this moment, standing on the edge of the rooftop, Lu Yang thought a lot, his thoughts were free, as if tonight he turned into a philosopher.

He was thinking in his heart, maybe happiness is not just happiness! There is also a definition of time!

For example, people who are addicted to gambling are very happy at the card table, but how many people think that such people are happy? And some people have been suffering and struggling for the first half of their lives, just to eat and wear well, and to take off their burdens when they are old, and their children and grandchildren are happy and enjoy the joy of family.

Such a person is happy in the eyes of others and in his own eyes, right?

What is the difference between the two?

The difference should be just the length of time and the beginning and the end of happiness.

The happiness on the gambling table is short-lived, unsustainable, and life will decline. Although the old man who has worked hard for most of his life is not rich, his life is upward. He will be happy after all his hardships, so he is considered to be truly happy.

There are also immortals in ancient books who regard love and love as disasters in order to seek the great way. To become an immortal, they must cut off the seven emotions and six desires, not be in the world, have no love, hate, anger, and ignorance, and regard it as great freedom.

In the eyes of those who seek the Tao, the ultimate happiness is without the great freedom of the seven emotions and six desires.

After all, it is just because the cultivators have a long life span, and the happiness of the mortal world is too short in their eyes. Because it is short, it is like passing clouds and smoke, and it is not worth staying for it.

"But, I'm a mortal!"

Lu Yang suddenly muttered to himself softly.

He is not an immortal with a long life. His life is only a few decades. The first twenty years of ignorance and the decades after his old age are eliminated, and only the middle twenty or thirty years can allow him to enjoy the prosperity of this world.

This requires him to live a long life so that he can enjoy these twenty or thirty years. If his life is short, who knows when it will end?

Thinking of this, Lu Yang smiled faintly, turned around and walked to the swing, lit a cigarette, and sat down silently on the swing. He didn't know if this was depravity, but he didn't want to continue to struggle like this.

If you have to live so tangled after your career is successful, and you cannot let the person you like and the one you like be with you, what is the meaning of such success?

Sitting on the swing, holding a cigarette in his mouth, Lu Yang took out his cell phone to dial Rui Xiaoxiu's phone.

"Hey? Didn't you tell you not to contact me again in the future?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Rui Xiaoxiu took the initiative and questioned Lu Yang.

When Lu Yang heard this, he smiled faintly and said softly: "Xiaoxiu! Stop making trouble! Just follow me in this life! I like you!"

"ah?"

On the phone, Rui Xiaoxiu was a little surprised and happy, but she was a little forced to say: "You, what are you talking about? You didn't want me to be your girlfriend, right? What should you do with your original girlfriend?"
Chapter completed!