I experienced the gloomiest day since I wrote "Into the World Alone".
After the third industrial revolution of mankind, computers have fully entered human life. To this day, we do not use paper and pen to code but use computers. As a result, our dependence on the products of the second industrial revolution has greatly increased. The products of that revolution
I heard the toy is called "electricity".
Speaking of which, everyone has probably guessed what happened to me?
That's right! It's a power outage, and what's even more despicable is that it's a man-made power outage.
At 2:07 pm on the 24th, a friend who often comes here to eat here opened the door to my room and shouted as he entered: "I'm writing a book again!"
At that time, Chapter 398 of "Going Alone" had more than 1,500 words coded.
This person walked to the door and gave me a "thousand layer of snow". He always buys me ice cream every time he comes over.
Helpless, I could only put down the keyboard and hug the "Thousand Layers of Snow". Because "Thousand Layers of Snow" will melt, but the keyboard will not.
This brother fell on the bed on the side, flipping through the sports weekly, and shouted loudly: "Play a song."
From here on I basically have no coding...
At 3:12, after reading the sports weekly, I stood up and asked me inexplicably: "Would you like to have your hair cut?"
I shook my head. He muttered "I'm going to get a haircut" and walked out the door.
I seize the time and continue working. At 3:57, the number of code words reached more than 2,600. And this guy returned.
He had short hair and was full of energy. He picked up a book from the cabinet beside my bed and shouted, "Let's see Xiao Shiyilang."
Five minutes later, I saw a copy of "Meteor Butterfly Sword" in his hand.
About five minutes later, I saw that what he was holding was replaced by "Xiao Shiyilang", and it was the second volume of "Xiao Shiyilang".
At this time, there was thunder and lightning outside, and the wind and rain were raging, which (people in Beijing can prove that this is not false) seemed to indicate that something unfortunate was about to happen.
At 4:47, this gentleman jumped up from the bed and shouted: "What the fuck, are Feng Siniang and Shen Bijun dead? What nonsense." This gentleman went down to the ground, cursing Gu Long while going back and forth.
Running quickly. At this time, the number of code words suddenly reached 3000.
After walking for three minutes, the gentleman put the book in his hand back into its original place. This was also the first time that he took out a book from here and read it and then put it back into its original place.
And my eyes suddenly went dark, and the monitor went dark for an instant. Speakers, hosts, modems, everything with indicator lights, none of them were on!
There was a flash of lightning in the sky, followed by a thunder, and I saw a plug slowly sliding down from behind the bookshelf.
At this time, I am relatively calm, because Word has an automatic saving function, which has saved me from crashes and other unexpected situations several times. Connect the power and restart.
It's four fifty-four now.
Take a deep breath and double-click on Chapter 398.
No, nothing, what I see is a blank. Just like a friend never puts the book back to its original place, but put it back today; Word has always had a recovery function, but today there is no such option. Close and reopen
After several times, I could only accept this fact.
At 4:56, a rapid scream came from the hut.
At five o'clock sharp, a gray figure emerged from the corridor and entered the rain with his head lowered. He was dragging a very heavy sack in his hand.
