In 2016, 33-year-old Song Dawei was a mobile game engineer with both parents. He was in a relationship with both parents. He was in an unmarried relationship. He had a good job and his salary. His life was very ordinary. Until he was bombed with a four-star phone with a charged phone, he was almost in trouble. Read online novels, a girl group with YY sticks, a migrant worker comic that chases foot basins, a large number of foot basins, a big American drama that collects beautiful pictures of Victoria's Secret Angels, and is a completely technical mate full of fantasies.

To be honest, in addition to being able to program, it is a fantasy to let him write novels. Of course, he reads many online articles, and all kinds of imaginative ideas can still be learned from them. The integration of soul and memory is not a very difficult thing to write in English.

Hollywood! Andy murmured, what he liked most in his previous life was watching American blockbusters. It would be better to find a future blockbuster movie to adapt it into a novel. Anyway, after having the skeleton of the novel, just add content to it. It should be very simple to accumulate a book.

An inexplicable thought suddenly emerged from his head, making his breathing become rapid. He felt dizzy. Song Dawei supported his hands on the floor-to-ceiling glass, shook his head with pain, trying to drive out the memory fragments in his mind that were like dozens of trains running around each other.

A buzzing sound.

Song Dawei stood up straight with difficulty, tasted a trace of blood in his mouth, wiped it with his hands, and his nose bleeded again. He walked into the bathroom to wash away the nose bleeding, and looked at himself in the mirror with a watery face.

If this is a benefit of time travel, would I have no nosebleeds and died! Just now, the memory fragments in my mind went wild and recombined them into their original appearance. That was to kill several movies, music, American dramas stored in the memory of my mobile phone, and more than a dozen novels.

However, sadly, only two or three of the dozen novels can be used, and the others are all Chinese online books. Several of the movies are series of movies, which should have been filmed long ago, and there is no chance of plagiarism at all. Many of the music are in English. Although no one can say that there is something wrong with a writer who suddenly starts writing songs, it also needs a reasonable opportunity to take it out, right?

What made Song Dawei most depressed was that all the mobile games in the mobile phone memory did not appear. Of course, even if there was not in the memory, he could develop them. After all, he made a living by developing mobile games.

Now we must first continue Andy Smith's identity. Any sudden change may cause questions from people around us and his relatives. Therefore, be a good wasteful writer, then write a novel to make money, develop mobile games when the smartphone is listed, start a company and make money, and become a new IT rich man. Those beloved beauties who have let him pass through the screen YY can't say that they can also get involved.

Wipe her thin and pale face clean, combed her dark hair, and looked at her facial features in the mirror, "I am quite handsome, a bit like a young Keanu Reeves." Song Dawei stroked his face narcissistically, and a pair of lake-blue eyes in the deep sleep of his eyes exuded a deep brilliance.

He is 188 tall and weighs only 110 kilograms. How can he be so dying? Song Dawei looked at his thin body, and against the white skin, he was like a terminally ill patient.

The most important thing at the moment is to take care of your body. While looking at the yellow liquid that urinated from the big denim that satisfied him, Song Dawei knew that his body was on the verge of collapse.

Walking into the luxurious cloakroom barefoot, looking at the dazzling array of clothes and shoes, Song Dawei couldn't help but sigh, the rich world is so happy. He opened all the drawers, watches, glasses, tie, underwear, and socks neatly filled all the space.

Song Dawei used to be myopic and always wore glasses. Although there was no problem with his eyes now, he still found a pair of black-framed glasses with light brown lenses and put them on, took out a Cartier watch strap and stroked it on his wrist.

He picked up a rectangular black velvet-wrapped box and opened it. It was a black Montblanc pen inside. Song Dawei took out the pen and opened it, shaking his head and smiling bitterly. He is such a fucking big guy.

I changed into white CK underwear, found a set of gray clover hooded clothes to wear. The pants were a little longer, and I was a little mopping the floor. I took the socks and stuffed them into a pair of Adid's white shoes.

Holding shoes in my left hand and pen in my right hand, I walked into the living room. The luxurious large sofa almost surrounded the entire living room. The coffee table in the middle could almost be used as a bed. The carpet on the ground was very delicate, very soft and had a good touch. After all, I fainted on it for a long time last night.

Throw your shoes on the ground and walk to the kitchen. The main body of the entire villa is two floors, 4 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms, two fireplaces, study, gym, game room, and movie screening room. Outside, there is a large geometric swimming pool built around more than a dozen tall palm trees. The lawn and various vegetation trees wrap the entire villa in the middle. The entire villa covers an area of ​​about 700 square meters. The kitchen is very generous, and the open kitchen has a cabinet with a mid-island style, which feels quite good.

The large refrigerator with double doors opened was empty except for neatly arranged high-end mineral water and a few cans of milk.

I took out a bottle of 1000ML of Feiquan natural mineral water and opened it and took a few sips. The cool feeling penetrated my heart. I wiped the corner of my mouth and looked at the various sticky notes posted on the refrigerator door.

Put down the mineral water, return to the living room, take out the Nokia N93 from the pocket of his pants that is still on the ground, and he was quite meaningful and a hint of sneer appeared in his mouth. The bitten apple will launch its first generation next year, and the death knell of Motorcycle and Nokia has already ringed.

I called the delivery phone and ordered a very hearty breakfast. When Song Dawei said he wanted a cooked steak of seven centimeters, the other end of the phone was slightly surprised and continued to ask for the delivery address.

While holding a large bottle of mineral water, I drank it hard, hoping that the coolness could dilute the discomfort of the hangover, and turned on the large-screen LCD TV.

The news that the actor Neil Patrick Harris, who became famous for his role in Uncle Barney, who starred in "The Romance of Mom", and the news that several Republican congressmen stepped down due to scandals.

Because of the fusion of souls, Andy found that English became his second native language, and was bored on the sofa waiting for takeout.

The cell phone was buzzing, and I picked up the phone from the table, and I couldn't see it, and I said weakly: "Hey, who is it? Call so early?"

"Damn it, you finally answered my phone! I'm Carl, FUCK, where are you now?"

The deafening roar made Song Dawei feel inexplicably irritated, "I'm at home." After that, he hung up the phone and looked at the call record, which showed the name of the agent. The appearance of a middle-aged bald fat man appeared in his memory...

Dingdong

Song Dawei rushed out of the living room impatiently, opened the door, watched the takeaway guy holding all the food through the messy living room and put it on the dining table, stuffing the US dollars he had prepared long ago into the hands of the waiter. After watching the waiter who was happy to get the 20 yuan tip, he closed the door and left, he couldn't wait to start eating.

The pizza and steak filled the empty stomach. While drinking water, I felt comfortable touching my stomach, and burped in satisfaction.

The sound of slamming the door scared him. He came to the door slowly and saw a vulgar fat face from the cat's eyes. Andy felt a sense of disgust for no reason.

"Cao, Andy's negative emotions have had a great impact on me!" I patted my face, calmed myself down, took a few deep breaths, "Be calm, just be stern, talk less, and show impatient emotions, it's okay."

"Open the door, Andy, I'm Carl, open the door quickly! I..." Fatty Carl looked at Andy who opened the door with a cold face, and roared to his lips and snarled back.

Song Dawei, no, it should be Andy Smith who turned around and walked back into the room with a expressionless face, ignored the agent who was chattering endlessly, and once again nestled into the wide and soft sofa, looking like he was indulging in love with the remote control to change to the TV program.
Chapter completed!