"Under the gray sky, the wind is getting heavier and heavier... Maizi sat in front of the computer and typing on the keyboard, writing this sentence, murmured: "It's so rhyme, where can I find such a talented young woman like me?"

As she said, her fingers were flying, and she wrote quickly: "Xiaomi regrets going out with a short skirt today. The hateful wind raged the hem of her skirt again and again. Xiaomi pressed the front of the pleated skirt with her left hand and the back of the pleated skirt with her right hand. She was almost unable to resist the invasion of the strong wind, even if her posture looked very similar to Marilyn Menglu"...When writing this, Maizi frowned slightly and said to herself: "No, this is not OK, it's too vulgar."[]

After pondering for a while, Maizi changed the document to a line and wrote again: "Xiaomi regrets going out with a short skirt today. The strong wind that followed her skirt was raging again and again. The black pleated skirt that trembled helplessly. The little hands and nose covering the hem of the skirt could not bring it warmth. Xiaomi could not feel the cruelty of the cold wind pouring in from the bottom of the skirt, but it could clearly feel it..."

Maizi smiled and felt extremely good about herself: "Haha, this is a standard work, obvious to all!"

Hai Mimi, who was sitting while reading a magazine, finally couldn't help it. She leaned over and looked at it, interrupted and said, "Can you not write while smirking, and you still shamelessly praise yourself, thinking I don't exist?"

Maizi immediately stepped down and said, "How many times have you said this? Don't disturb me when I create it!"

Haimimi said aggrievedly: "Aren't they worried about you? When will you earn royalties after making changes like this?"

Maizi: "You are too eager for quick success and instant benefits, and there is a problem with this mentality."

Haimimi: "Xiaomai, it's not me who said to you. Yunmu originally agreed to treat her. You have to make any comparisons and use up all our small treasurys. Oh, I'm wrong to say that. I wouldn't buy a new skirt last week, and I'm so poor now..."

Last night, six people sang 1,550, and they spread out six 250, and Maizi and Haimimi totaled 500, which consumed the small treasury. Fortunately, Maizi is a well-known writer on a certain website. She can earn hundreds of dollars in royalties every month by writing books, otherwise she will not be able to live.

"What do you know? Men are with women and men pay for money, then men are destined to play with women. Only aa system can women **. I warn you, don't be greedy for such small gains, otherwise you will suffer a big loss sooner or later." Maizi said angrily, and said in a very sad and angry manner: "Besides, now I am making money by typing, and you don't have to do it. What are you doing next to you?"

Speaking of this, Maizi felt very busy. She got up earlier than chickens and dried more than cows. The two stayed in the hotel overnight last night, and went home early this morning to say hello, and then sneaked to Haimimi's house.

Haimimi's parents are away all year round, and she lives alone at home. Two little fujokovic girls are together.

He often creates some stories that outsiders cannot imagine. And this time, Maizi is closing the door and typing.

Until now, I have only written the beginning, and I always feel like I think like a spring.

Considering that there was no miserable days in the second half of the month, Hai Mimi forgot to deal with Yun Mu. This also shows that many farces are burned out by money, and no one will cause trouble everywhere when they have no money.

Looking at Maizi's frowning face, Hai Mimi walked over and rubbed her shoulders, looking like a gentle little daughter-in-law, and said obediently: "Dear, I know you have worked hard. You have to concentrate on writing. Can I give me some small opinions?"

The wheat is very useful: "Okay, what do you think?"

Haimimi: "I think it's better to start the game before. Marilyn Menglu, readers will have a classic picture in their minds when they see it. If I were a man, I would definitely have a reaction.

As for the one behind you, who is the protagonist? Why do you think so much ink to describe the pleated skirt?”

Maizi: "You haven't discovered the cleverness of this anthropomorphic technique? I have given the vitality of life to the pleated skirt. Its helplessness has introduced an emotional tone, indicating that the heroine will also fall into a helpless situation in the future.

And the "wind that follows the shadow" When the wind moves the hem of the skirt again and again, it symbolizes that the demon is also following the shadow, and the demon will appear next..."

Haimimi stared wide: "You write a love novel, is it so complicated?"

Maizi raised his face and said, "Listen, I wrote a love novel, not a love little one."

explain!"

Look at it, Maizi was injured in her self-esteem and was desperately defending her dignity.

Most people must not imagine that during the period when the city was cracking down on pornography and illegal publications, the daughter of the Public Security Bureau Director was writing love novels to make zero money. Maizi has always been so unusual.

Haimimi wondered, “Is there any difference?”

Maizi: "Of course there is! Love novels, love is the main one, and love is the auxiliary one. Love novels, love is the main one, and love is the auxiliary one."

Haimimi: "But are you too ideal? Don't you know what kind of virtues readers these days? Readers just want to see you push them down. Whose mind goes into the water to see if the pleated skirt you wrote has feelings?"

Maizi: "Don't insult the readers' IQ. There is always a part of readers who know how to appreciate the meaning of it...

Haimimi: "Even if there is one, it's a minority. You are too niche. Wheat, it's not me that you want to become popular, you have to follow the public's taste. And I think it's in line with the public's taste,

It’s faster to write. Today’s online novels are updated. Your current niche stream has been deleted and deleted, and it’s been changed and changed. It only took a few hundred words to write for most of the day, and I feel heartbroken to see it.”

Maizi was silent for a few seconds, looked out the window with his eyes and said slowly: "Trends can only wait but not chase them. When you follow the trend, there may be a new trend.

Instead of doing this, it’s better to be yourself. Besides, people always have to pursue it. Even if they are writing love novels, my idol Niu Bida could sit in front of the computer for three days in order to write a satisfactory Wuzi, and even to be willing to be eunuchs. How can ordinary people understand this spirit?”

Haimimi: "Don't mention that old eunuch? That guy's book pays too much attention to details and ignores the main line. When you read it, you always feel that there are no ups and downs. I don't know what he wants to write after seeing it. Well, I still like to read the kind of guaranteed daily update of 10,000 words, and it explodes every few days, with a total number of four or five million words. It's so satisfying..."

Maizi turned her head and said coldly: "Go away, I have no common language with you."

Haimimi pouted and went to the side in shame.

Maizi suddenly got inspiration and continued to write quickly.

"I don't know why, in the impression of many people, the word "allery" always has a bad smell. If you add a prefix, for example, "Yin's dark alley", it will add a little more affection... Looking at the alley not far away, Xiaomi lost the choice. The alley in front of her is the only way for her to go home every day..."

"Since ninety-eight days ago, Xiaomi developed a strange mood about this alley. The alley has not changed, what has changed is the things in the alley. In fact, it is not a thing, but a person. Every night after self-study and school, Xiaomi will be happy with a man in the alley..."

"She can't tell his age, twenty, twenty-one, or twenty-two? She can't tell his origin, students, staff, or unemployed vagrants? She can't tell his purpose, passing by, happens to be, deliberately waiting for him? She avoided this man who knew nothing about him. Xiaomi used to panic. The source of panic came from her incomprehension. She didn't understand why she clearly remembered that she and him had evaded ninety-eight times."

"Tonight is her ninety-ninth encounter with him..."

"The 99th encounter suddenly became bizarre. When Xiaomi walked into the alley, the street lights that he had stood for ninety-eight nights were empty. That night, the man did not appear..."

"Xiaomi stopped, and an emotion covered her face. The emotion was called: After a few minutes of dullness, Xiaomi woke up in horror. She seemed panicked. A voice in her mind repeatedly replied: What am I waiting for? What am I waiting for?"

Having written this, Maizi held her chin with her little hand, looked like a meditator, and muttered to herself: "Should we add another sentence, "Xiaomi asked herself in her heart: Am I waiting for him?"...

Oh, no, this is too extravagant. Xiaobai likes to watch this, so it’s better to click on it and stop it.”

After making up her mind, she continued to write along the way.

"Escape, Xiaomi speeded up her pace, she wanted to escape from this place. The little leather shoes made a crisp sound in the alley at night, and the messy footsteps betrayed Xiaomi's heart at this moment. The farther away from the street lights, the more panicked Xiaomi's heart was. She had a premonition, as if something big was about to happen......"

"The further away from the street lights, the more panicked Xiaomi is in her heart." Maizi looked at this sentence repeatedly and murmured: "This is an inner emotion, there should be an external atmosphere, and only when they echo each other can they feel it."

After thinking hard for a while, she finally got inspiration.

"Xiaomi, who was in a panic, did not notice that the farther away from the street lights, the dimmer the light nearby.

When she stopped panting, there was darkness in front of her…”

"Sudden……"

As soon as he finished writing this, Mimi Hiro couldn't wait to say, "Suddenly, what? Is the demon about to appear?"

Maizi had a cold war. When he looked back, Haimimi stood behind her for some time. She couldn't help but curse: "Damn girl, do you want to scare me to death?"

Haimimi urged: "Write quickly, I'll wait to see the exciting plot!"

The committee member said angrily: "Why are you more sè than a man?"

Haimimi said with confidence: "It wasn't what you taught me. If you didn't take me to watch Huang Man in junior high school, I wouldn't have become what I am today. I would have half of my military medals."

"That's right." Maizi sneered and said quickly: "Don't bother me, I'm about to enter an important plot. I feel calm and write my personal style."

Himimi: "Yeah, you write quickly, I won't speak."
Chapter completed!