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　　 Wen Chou: "Uh, one hundred thousand! The starting point of the manuscript fee. Back to Liu Xiahui!"

　　 Seeing Liu Xiahui who has not yet made his mark, Lu Yang replied subconsciously, this guy is not far from making his fortune, and the trivial city god, is always prosperous!

　　 Liu Xiahui’s trivial style is difficult for ordinary people to learn. It is ideological trivial. When writing a essay, those trivial thoughts can't come to mind, and it is impossible to write that kind of trivial taste.

　　 Wall-to-wall grass: "Wen Ugly! Can "Dragon and Snake Rise" be updated faster? There are too few chapters a day!"

　　 grinned: "Wen Chouju! What do you think is the secret of becoming a god? Can you tell us about it?"

　　 Big head ghost: "Wen Da! What is your speed per hour? I am a handicapped party with a speed of only two thousand per hour. I feel hopeless!"

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

　　 Ashtray: "Writing is ugly! Do you think the quality of the web text is important or the speed? Is it better to write 3,000 words a day? Or to speed up and write 6,000 words?"

　　……

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

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

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

　　 Wen Chou: "Snow-sweeping girl, warming the bed, can you talk in private? Haha!"

　　 Wen Chou: "……"

　　……

　　 An hour passed quickly, the group owner left the knife deliberately without warning, I hope Wen Chou can chat with everyone for a while.

　　 Lu Yang, who was so busy with sweat on his forehead, had been paying attention to the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen, and when he saw that the time had reached 9 o'clock, he reminded him in the group.

　　 Wen Chou: "The time is up, let's answer one more question at the end! Ask everyone! I choose to answer one!"

As soon as 　　 came out, the group's speeches became messy.

　　Flying cat: "Huh? Time has come so soon? It really means loneliness and hatred are longer, and joy is shorter!"

　　 Weak Liu Fufeng: "Wen Ugly! My waist is really thin! Do you really stop thinking about it?"

　　The old demon: "Wen Ugly! Do you want to do it?"

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

　　 Bing is the sleeping water: "Wen Chou Ju! Reading your new book, I also want to write a national arts book, do you think I can do it?"

　　 Beiming has a fish: "I just want to ask, can Wen Chouju give me a chapter tweet? The fish rushing on the street also want to rush to look better!"

　　 Slightly crisp: "Wen Chouju can help point me to my new book? Uh, my waist is not thin, and I can't warm the bed. If you talk about my knees, can't you accept it?"

　　……

　　 Looking at the more than 20 questions that popped up in the blink of an eye, Lu Yang had a headache and was a little happy. Popularity is always pleasant.

Wen Chou: "My hand speed is not fast, I can barely manage to three thousand per hour! As for the base? There are so many beautiful girls, why should I be the base? Haha! See you guys! I'm going to talk about it tonight, goodbye!! "

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

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

　　 Left-handed knife: "Thank Wen Chouju for his busy schedule, please take the time to guide! Welcome to come again next time! Haha!"

　　 Seeing the left-hand knife pop up to express his thanks, Lu Yang sent a Q`Q emoticon of goodbye.

　　 He has been typing fast and non-stop for an hour. He is more tired than writing two or three thousand words. His brain is always under high tension. While identifying questions that can be answered, he is thinking about how to answer.

　　……

　　 At the end of the lecture in the Throne of the Gods, Lu Yang went to the starting point to search for Liu Xiahui's name, and found that Liu Xiahui already had a work-"The Mayor's Daughter Loves Me".

　　 The first work is the city. In my impression, the works after Liu Xiahui seem to have always been the city. One type can write so many works, and each one is very popular, and it is a skill! How many people write too much in one type, can't find what can be written, and 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 and couldn't find the status. He was still thinking about the chats in the throne of the gods tonight.

　　 Thinking is disturbed.

Since he couldn't write it, Lu Yang didn't force it, closed his 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. The lights in the living room and bedroom were all off. Of.

A feeling of loneliness could not help but came to my mind. After thinking about it, Lu Yang opened the door and walked upstairs. After living here for a few days, he knew that the rooftops here were not locked. During the day people were hanging clothes and drying clothes on it. There should be no one on the quilt at night.

　　 This building is also 6 storeys high. Lu Yang lives on the 3rd floor. He arrives on the top floor not long after. When passing through the corridor, some people are very quiet, and some people laugh and laugh, making Lu Yang feel lonely even more.

　　 Opening the wooden door on the roof, a fresh night air rushed over his face, making Lu Yang's brain clear and making him feel much more comfortable.

The roof is very big. At this time, there is really no one on it. There are only a few empty drying racks. Well, I don’t know who it is. A frame is welded with steel pipes on it, and a swing is made of wood on the bottom. The swing is quiet at night. The ground swayed slightly with the breeze.

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

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

Standing behind the guardrail, a small part of the county seat is captured. The popular east and south of the city are illuminated with brilliant lights, cars and vehicles, pedestrians are like weaving, but the north and west of the city are shrouded in the night, with only a few lights, as if already asleep. NS.

　　 In the dark night, standing alone on such a rooftop, all kinds of thoughts will come to my heart one by one.

　　 Lu Yang thought of Cao Xue, Tong Yaqian, Rui Xiaoxiu, Feng Tingting, Xing Xinxin, Dao Xinyi, as well as Bai Jingjing, Zhang Li and other women in his mind.

When he had no money before, he always thought that as long as he had money, everything would be better and there would be no more regrets in his life. Now his money is not too small, so many people will not earn so much money in a few lifetimes. But he still couldn't be happy all the time, and he was still trapped by love.

　　 Lu Yang remembered a short paragraph he had read before-Dad asked Xiao Ming what his ideals are? At first, Xiao Ming answered that it was money and beauty, but his father slapped him on his forehead. The father asked Xiao Ming for the second time. This time Xiao Ming had learned well, and he answered 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!

　　 The corners of Lu Yang's mouth turned up slightly, feeling a little ridiculous, and he was also laughing at himself.

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

　　 He used to think that people should pursue happiness while alive, because at that time, in his cognition, happiness is happiness! If you are not happy, how can you talk about happiness?

　　 At this moment, standing on the edge of the rooftop, Lu Yang thinks a lot, and believes in Ma Yourong, as if tonight, he is incarnate as a philosopher.

　　 He was thinking in his heart, maybe happiness is more than just happiness! There is also a definition of time!

　　 For example, people who are addicted to gambling are happy at the poker table, but how many people think such people are happy? And some people have been suffering and struggling for the first half of their lives, just to eat and wear warmth, and when they are old, they also relieve the burden, and their children and grandchildren can enjoy the happiness 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 between 　　 should only be the length of the happy time and before and after.

The happiness at the gambling table is short-lived, unsustainable, and life will go downhill. Although the old man who has worked hard for most of his life has not been rich, but his life is upwards, hardships come, happiness comes later, so Being considered to be really happy.

　　 There are also immortals in ancient books. In order to seek great ways, men and women’s love is regarded as a catastrophe. To become immortals must cut off the seven emotions and six desires, not eat the fireworks in the world, have no love, hate, madness, and regard them as great freedom.

　　In the eyes of seekers, the ultimate happiness is without the great freedom of emotions and desires.

　　 Let's talk about it, but it's just because the immortal cultivators have a long life, and the happiness of the world is too short in their eyes, because it is short ~lightnovelpub.net~, so it's not worth staying for it.

　　 "But, I am a mortal!"

　　 Lu Yang suddenly muttered to himself.

He is not a fairy with a long life. His life is only a few decades. After the first 20 years of ignorance and the decades after old age, he can enjoy the prosperity of this world, only the middle 20 to 30 years. .

　　 It takes him to live a long life before he can enjoy it for 20 to 30 years. If his life is short, who knows when it will end?

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

　　 If after a successful career, you still have to live so entangled, and you can’t let people who like yourself and those you like stay with you, what is the meaning of such success?

　　 was sitting on the swing, with a cigarette in his mouth, Lu Yang took out his cell phone and dialed Rui Xiaoxiu's number.

　　 "Hello? Didn't I tell you not to contact you again?"

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

　　 Lu Yang heard the words, smiled faintly, and said softly: "Xiaoxiu! Stop making trouble! Follow me in this life! I like you!"

"what?"

　　 On the phone, Rui Xiaoxiu was a little surprised and joyful, but she was still a little bit braced: "You, what are you talking about? You won't let me be your girlfriend? What about your original girlfriend?"

　　 Lu Yang was silent for a few seconds before turning on the shameless mode: "Except that you can't get married! I can give you anything!" R1152

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