In autumn, the typhoon and drizzle drive away the city's last summer.

Xia Tian, ​​who was hiding in the corner of the city, had nowhere to hide, and was swept away by the autumn rain and cool wind.

For several days in a row, everyone was discussing the plagiarism incident, and it was really satisfying to think about it.

There are indeed more than a hundred comments under Liu Yun's novel, all of which are insinuations or outright anger at the comment that has caused Liu Yun a lot of trouble.

These are all good things that Mu Chun did.

It seems that it is not only that, not only more than a hundred comments, until Thursday night, new comments are still coming in an endless stream.

Some readers turned to Liu Yun's novels to plagiarize the author's comments, and there were more and more righteous comments. In the end, it became difficult to find the comment that made Liu Yun feel uneasy.

Like a piece of broken glass submerged in the sand by the sea.

Liu Yun still felt happy at first. Although he did not personally participate in this matter, these comments that scolded the author were also a kind of refreshing vent for him.

It was as if he had hit that person hard with the words of another.

But on Thursday night, when Liu Yun was about to finish T204's 30,000-word short story, he got stuck again.

Would writing this be considered plagiarism?

Originally, maybe everyone was more tolerant of similar ideas. As long as you write your own story, no one will criticize you.

But people are like this. Because of plagiarism like an author, people are extremely sensitive to plagiarism. Perhaps similar plots in general will be considered malicious plagiarism.

Sometimes it is inevitable for the author to borrow some creative elements from other novels. If the readers happen to be very sensitive, they will inevitably be accused of plagiarism.

The story of T204 is coming to an end, which should have been something to be happy about.

Every time I start a novel, I am always excited and fully committed. Sometimes, I can write 10,000 to 20,000 words in one breath.

When the novel develops to the middle part, you will feel tired and weak, and the rhythm produced by the story itself disturbs the author's thoughts. This time is often the most difficult.

Creative lows are inevitable even for mature authors.

After passing through this stage, when the story is about to come to an end, it is usually the most exciting stage of the story. The questions in the story gradually reveal the answers, and the emotions of the characters move towards an inevitable result.

When the last line is written, the writer always feels satisfied. You will want to take a break, immerse yourself in the satisfaction of finishing the manuscript, or have greater motivation and emotion to devote yourself to the creation of the next novel.

Of course, disappointment often comes with the completion of the manuscript, but most authors will still be more satisfied than disappointed.

It is becoming more and more difficult for Liu Yun to feel happiness from the finished manuscript. He feels that he is one of those very poor writers who will not be very excited at the beginning and will not be very satisfied at the end.

I always feel lacking, and I am afraid that my talents will be exhausted.

The more he doesn't want to admit it, the more he feels that clues like "I can't write any more" are everywhere, as if he would raise his hand and surrender at any time, admitting that he is not suitable for writing.

Liu Yun's hands trembled again, this time, it seemed to be more serious than before.

Obviously, I am about to be freed from this story.

No matter how squeezed the two hands, relaxed the joints, stretched the ligaments of the fingers on the table, it didn't work.

Liu Yun thought that when he first started typing every day a few years ago, he still insisted on doing finger training, and then he had forgotten about finger training and other things.

Liu Yun put down the computer, got up reluctantly and planned to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

As Mu Chun said, distract your attention and don't keep staring at your hands whenever you think of shaking hands.

In order to make Liu Yun understand the necessity of distraction, Mu Chun even played a game for Liu Yun.

Stretch your hands straight ahead, and keep your eyes fixed on any one hand. At this time, the stared hand starts to shake, while the other hand is stretched flat, without shaking at all.

The more you pay attention, the more you cannot keep it calm when it is natural.

So it's better to do something else when the shaking occurs.

Liu Yun waited in the bathroom for several minutes, but nothing came out while sitting on the toilet.

My stomach is stuffy, and I always feel that something has spoiled my stomach. Thinking about it, I only ate breakfast once a day.

I was still thinking about the novel in my mind, but it was already a mess, and I didn't know what I was thinking at all.

The brain goes into idle mode again.

When I walked behind the shower curtain, I realized that the shower had been pouring out cold water, and the shower had been forgotten to be turned on.

What a mourning.

Sudden depression, sudden sadness.

Looking for someone to have a drink with, talk out loud or sing like crazy on an empty rooftop.

At such a moment, I dare not even imagine it.

Thinking about this too much is tantamount to wasting time thinking about novels.

He has to work harder to maintain his current ability, even if it is so unbearable, it is better than losing his current life.

No matter how you say it, it is also the result of my own hard work over the years, and I must not let myself recover after a setback.

The warm water poured onto his body, and Liu Yun's body gradually warmed up. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The sycamore tree outside the window was blown mercilessly by the typhoon, and accidentally crashed into the window of Liuyun's house.

He pressed his hand against the window, and pointed the shower against the back of his hand.

A wonderful feeling penetrates from the palm to the whole body.

The hand close to the window didn't shake at all, Liu Yun tried to make it shake, but made himself laugh.

It was ugly, awkward and ugly.

It's not easy for an actor. When imitating a Parkinson's patient, it takes a long time to practice to make the shaking of the hands the same as that of the patient.

Or as clumsy as a robot.

Liu Yun returned to the desk, took a deep breath, and carefully put his hands on the keyboard.

Fortunately, no shaking.

He is chasing after his protagonist and the story he created like chasing a train that is about to depart.

Finally, before twelve o'clock, he finished the novel.

The modified task will start tomorrow.

Next, just browse the forum casually, rest early, there is a book fair to attend on Saturday, after this event, Yuan Ming will inevitably discuss with him about publishing a collection with Song Xiaoxiao.

Speaking of Song Xiaoxiao, Liu Yun only knew that readers on the forum commented that he had a great brain.

They are all reversals, and the reversal of Song Xiaoxiao's writing is the most bizarre thing I have read recently.

The brain hole is really bigger than a black hole, which is really enviable, and I don't know how it grows.

That's generally the case.

As for how wonderful his stories are, Liu Yun has never read any of them.

Want to find some to read?

Speaking of which, this person is really lucky. He has just written a novel of less than 100,000 words, and he already has the opportunity to publish it. Compared with when he debuted, it is much easier.