The autumn wind is rustling, and a gust of autumn wind blows up and fallen leaves and floats into the house.

At this time, a man in the house was sitting next to the computer desk.

He just sat like that and looked around from time to time.

And sometimes I look at my head and then feel like I'm thinking about something.

After thinking for a while, I was typing quickly on the keyboard.

...

And just as he was writing big, a gust of autumn wind blew open the unclosed window.

"It's so cold I'll go." The man said as he got up from his seat and closed the window.

...

Just as he closed the window, his cell phone on his computer desk rang.

And it was accompanied by waves of vibration.

...

He walked to the computer desk and picked up the miscellaneous smartphone.

"Hey, have some drinks together at the old place at 8 o'clock in the evening." A lazy man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"No, it's the end of the month soon, I haven't finished writing the manuscript yet!" he said.

"Come on, I guarantee you will be back with a full load this time, and it will give you a lot of materials for writing novels." The man's voice came from the phone.

"Really, wait for me," he hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

...

Our story has just begun here.

My name is Zhuge Yilin, and the pen name of my writing is also Zhuge Yilin.

Many people asked me if I was a descendant of Zhuge Liang, and I could only smile.

Because I don’t know, I can be considered an orphan. I have been dependent on my grandfather since I was a child, but my grandfather disappeared when I was thirteen years old.

And the money at home disappeared, so I had no choice but to drop out of school and support myself with my own hands.

Now I am nineteen years old, I remember two years ago when I listened to my friend's advice and began to embark on the road of writing.

However, because I am stupid and have a very deep cultural literacy, I can only say that I can fill my meal with something I write.

And the one who called me just now was my best friend and my best friend.

His name is Hao Ren, and we all call him Hao Neng's nickname.

Because he is very good at speaking and very good at speaking.

But he is very much in line with my appetite, for several reasons.

First: This person is almost a good person with his name.

Second: He is full of stories and is also full of stories about ghosts and monsters.

This also indirectly made my writing path.

Every time he asks me to go out for dinner, it means he has another girlfriend and is excited when he is drinking and drinking, he starts to tell me ghost stories.

If you think about it carefully, he has thirty girlfriends without fifteen or thirty.

But I don't care about his, I only care about what he will tell me this time.

After all, my short story is in a bottleneck period now, and I really hope that there will be some ghost stories to make me break out of this bottleneck.

...

Sometimes I admire him very much. He has almost no stories to tell, and the stories he tells are different every time. The most important thing is that he can remember the characters in each story and will not forget them.

...

In my mind, I recalled all kinds of stories I had heard from him for so long.

There are several stories I adapted and wrote them into the novel and received a scrambled prize from the editor.

This also led to a significant increase in my royalties that month.

I was living these clips in my mind, and after thinking about it, I took a look at my phone.

It's already five-thirty afternoon now.

"Oh! This day passed so fast. In the blink of an eye, there were less than three days before the end of the month. I have only written half of it, and I am still a lot short of it. I hope I won't be disappointed tonight." I murmured in the room.

...

After murmuring, I looked at the old laptop, the keyboard that had been worn out without any handwriting, and the broken parts of the computer desk.

Not only did I feel a little sad.

"The New Year is coming again in a few months, New Year! Humph, aren't I still myself? Isn't it any different from my usual life." I said a little disappointed and angrily.

I remember one time I was holding a bucket of instant noodles and watching the dark outside.

...

I saved the words I just coded and turned off the computer.

Then I opened the wardrobe that had already dropped the cabinet door and saw that there were only two sets of clothes inside.

One set has been filled with various patches, while the other set is a brand new Korean casual outfit.

I remember this set of clothes was given to me by my best friend Hao Ren.

Maybe it was because he asked me to go out for dinner and asked me to give him a thumbs-up scene.

I took out the set of clothes from the closet, took off my clothes and changed into this set of clothes.

Then I walked to the bathroom to wash my face, and used the hair gel that I had used for a long time and randomly grabbed my hair.

...

Looking at the room, this is the last thing my family left for me, a small two-story building located on the edge of the city.

There are not many families around, and this small building has been around for a while. It is said that my family built it many years after the founding of New China.

To be more precise, it was built by the state, because my family’s ancestors were soldiers and had participated in wars such as the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.

...

However, since then, the ancestors have worn a family rule: "Any descendants are not allowed to join the army in the future, nor are they involved in any political-related affairs, and they cannot touch anything, and the violators will drive out of the family."

But this rule is of no use to me. Now I am my brother, who can care about me?

However, I am not interested in joining the army and other things. It can be said that I cannot stand the constraints and the sins.

But I have always admired and respected those who were in the army.

...

I looked at the room at home that was a bare-sized room. I shook my head and cleaned up the room simply, then locked the door, and rode my somewhat worn bicycle toward the city.

...

The city is full of prosperity and lights and wine.

I yearn for that noisy life.

I live in high-ranking city of Jilin. Although I am not a first-class city, I am also hiding dragons and lying tigers in the city.

Since my house is far away from the city, I really can't bear to spend my money, so I can only ride a bicycle. Since I ride a bicycle, I can only go to the city in advance.

...

Another reason is that there is a cemetery on the way to the city center of my house.

It would be more friendly to say that the mass grave would be more friendly.

I heard that this mass grave was very scary at night, such as chasing people with ghost fire, or some strange noises, and then they were lost and they could not come out until dawn the next day.

However, most people who come out at dawn are either crazy or stupid.

And I always go to the city when the sun is not setting, and then I will come back the next day.

...

I rode my bicycle and quickly passed through this large mass grave. After passing through the mass grave, I could vaguely see the city.

Some people may say why your family lives on the edge of the city and only sees the edge after passing through the mass grave. Isn’t this very contradictory?

Actually, it is not. Taking the mass grave is the closest road to the city, and it is also the closest road to where I made a meal with Hao Ren.

Long time no see, I am back with full blood.

Some old friends may know who I am, but new friends do not.

But it's nothing, let's go together in the novel together for the next days.
Chapter completed!