It was a dark night outside, and occasionally a gust of night wind blew in, bringing with it the unique flamboyant flavor of Hollywood.
"Yawn!" Yi Feiyang didn't know how long he had been writing. His wrists were extremely sore, and most importantly, his head was in pain.
"I'm so sleepy. Sure enough, creation is not an easy task." Yi Feiyang began to admire those creative masters. Like himself, he already had a very detailed storyline in his mind, but it was still so hard to write a novel.
Tired, those writers who just conceived the outline need to constantly revise and revise. To be honest, they are really geniuses.
"Hey, why is it already dawn?" Yi Feiyang looked at the window and saw a ray of bright sunshine shining in from the originally dark window. Unknowingly, he had already written all night.
Looking at my achievements, I have a large pile of manuscripts, at least three to four thousand words. Fortunately, I am writing short stories. If I were to write a long novel, wouldn’t it be exhausting?!
Fortunately, it’s almost finished!
Yi Feiyang stretched himself and continued to work hard.
On the bed next to him, the fat man was wearing large flower pants, sticking his butt out, and was still sleeping soundly.
The fat man's sleeping posture was very coquettish, with his big face pressed against the pillow, drooling all over his face, his fat buttocks high, and he would scratch his buttocks from time to time.
At this time, the fat man had no idea that his good brother was working hard and fighting for his dream.
Half an hour later, when Yi Feiyang wrote the last word, Gentleman almost collapsed.
"It's finally done, Yi Feiyang, you have taken the first step towards success." Yi Feiyang looked at the manuscript and encouraged himself, "Keep up the good work, just send this novel manuscript out to the 'King of Terror' Stephen -"
Take a look at Jin and ask him to comment on a few sentences, and you will be saved."
Yi Feiyang's plan was very shrewd. As an unknown person, if he really submitted his article directly to any newspaper, he would probably be rejected. Moreover, since he was a Chinese illegally smuggled in, his chances of winning would be even lower.
With Stephen King's instructions and comments, it's different. It's like being on a rocket and soaring into the sky.
Of course, as the famous "King of Horror" in the United States and a leading figure in the novel world, Stephen King will never give comments easily to others, especially an unknown newcomer... But Yi Feiyang wants to take a gamble. After all, this movie
The novel is adapted from a future Stephen King movie, so it should have "resonance", right?!
After making up his mind, Yi Feiyang stood up and carefully arranged the manuscript. Only then did he feel weak and exhausted.
If it doesn't work anymore, I need to replenish my energy.
Yi Feiyang walked over and opened the dilapidated refrigerator, took out fresh eggs from inside, took out a glass, beat ten in a row, filled the glass to the top, stirred it casually with chopsticks, raised his neck and drank it all in one breath.
Drinking ten raw eggs in one breath is a habit that Yi Feiyang developed in his previous life. Just like many people like to drink coffee in the morning, he likes to drink raw eggs. This habit is very nutritious and has a significant effect on replenishing physical strength.
After drinking the raw eggs from the glass, Yi Feiyang took a deep breath and began to do sit-ups on the ground.
At first, he did it with both palms, then with five fingers on the ground, then with two fingers, and finally, with one hand behind his back and one hand on the ground... once, twice, three times... he raised his arms
The muscles are flexing, and the limbs outline a vigorous beauty.
After doing more than 500 exercises, Yi Feiyang jumped up and started boxing in the narrow room.
I saw him sinking into his Dantian, with all his strength in his arms, he slowly took a step forward, and then punched violently. At first, the fist was silent and didn't seem to have much power, but as his pace quickened, the punch
The fist began to bring out the wind, making a whirring sound.
Fat Gao Jiabao was scratching his buttocks on the bed when Yi Feiyang punched him on the bench supporting his bed.
With a "click", the bench split open, and the unlucky fat man rolled down from the bed like a gourd. With a snap, his head hit the ground hard.
"Oh, my God!" The fat man rubbed his head, "This is already the tenth time! My head can no longer withstand the test of your fist!"
Gao Jiabao complained very much about Yi Feiyang practicing boxing every morning, because every time Yi Feiyang got angry, it would affect his fat fish. He had already distressedly found several benches from the garbage dump to prop up his bed, and he was in trouble.
The beggars on the roadside thought he was recycling second-hand furniture.
"I'm sorry, Fei Bao, I just used too much force."
"It's not that you used too much force just now, it's that you always use too much force! I really don't understand, what's the use of your boxing practice being so good? It can't be eaten as food. On the contrary, the more you practice, the faster you will get hungry. For example,
I……"
Cuckoo! The fat man’s belly started to drum.
"Stop talking, let's get something to eat first!" The fat man opened the refrigerator and saw that it was almost empty. Then he looked at the pile of egg shells next to it. Needless to say, the eggs he had just bought were all put into Yi Feiyang's belly.
The fat man is so miserable, "Now I know why we can't save any money. With your egg-drinking method, even if I were a millionaire, I wouldn't be able to support you!"
"Why are you so verbose? Didn't I save a few for you?" Yi Feiyang said, wiping his face with a towel.
The fat man looked at a few "leftover eggs" in the refrigerator.
"What are you looking at?"
"I'm trying to figure out whether this is an egg or a pigeon egg?!" the fat man said seriously. "No matter what, let's crack some poached eggs first." The fat man packed up his things and went to the shared kitchen in the corridor. A group of Indian Asans lived opposite.
,At this moment, an Asan is making fragrant "Curry Chicken".
Test, if you eat curry chicken early in the morning, you won’t be afraid of getting angry! The fat man sniffed.
The Indian Asan opposite was very friendly. He pointed at the food he cooked and said to the fat man: "Hey, friend, do you want some?"
The fat man covered his mouth, "NO, NO! I'm afraid of spicy food!" Then he pointed to his eggs, "I like to eat these... eggs and work hard."
The Indian man nodded and gave a thumbs up: "The eggs are good and nutritious."
Gululu, the water is boiling, and the fat man starts to crack the poached eggs.
When the Indian guy entered the room, the fat man tiptoed over and said, "Wow, burn your hands!" He gritted his teeth and took the curry chicken together with the pot.
"Ah Yang, hurry up, there's something delicious!" The fat man greeted Yi Feiyang generously.
"Where did it come from?"
"Eat what you have to eat, don't worry about so much!"
…
The two devoured the pot of chicken curry in no time.
The Indian guy outside was yelling: "Oh, shit! Even if you steal my curry chicken, you also steal my pot!"
In the bedroom, "You can't be..." Yi Feiyang looked at the fat man in surprise.
The fat man said, "Shh, keep your voice down!" He began to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces of them.
After eating and drinking, Yi Feiyang threw off his clothes and put on his treasured suit in front of the mirror with cool and handsome movements. He bought this suit from a street stall for ten dollars. Although it was not a brand-name product, it was worn on the street.
He seemed particularly energetic.
In the mirror, Yi Fei raised his eyebrows on his temples, his starry eyes were like a pool, and his extremely handsome face was enough to charm many women.
Fatty Yong looked at Yi Feiyang from behind and said, "Hey, if you were willing to put down your dignity and become a cowherd, we would have become rich long ago."
Yi Feiyang turned around and gave the fat man a shudder on his forehead, "A man can have no money, but he can't have no dignity!"
The fat man rubbed his head, "I'm just saying what I said, don't take it so seriously! Hey, where are you dressed so neatly?"
Yi Feiyang: "Send me the manuscript!"
"What manuscript?"
"The novel I wrote last night."
"Ah, you can write novels? Are you serious or fake?" Fatty looked at the thick manuscript in Yi Feiyang's hand in disbelief.
"I read Stephen King's book last night, didn't I?"
"Are you lying? If you can write after reading a book? Then everyone in the world will become a writer!"
"Believe it or not!"
Yi Feiyang walked out of the room without waiting for the fat man to ask questions.
The fat man was anxious and said, "Wait for me, I'll go too!" He hurriedly put on his clothes and chased him out from behind.
As soon as he went out, the Indian man stopped him: "Hey, man, did you see who stole my curry chicken?"
"No! I didn't see anyone... ugh!" The fat man let out a melodious burp, full of curry flavor.
…
On the street.
Looking at the manuscript sliding into the mailbox, Yi Feiyang seemed to see the future and hope.
The fat man next to him squatted on the ground and muttered: "If the novel you wrote this night can be turned into money, this mailbox will no longer be a mailbox, but a magic house!"
Yi Feiyang gave him a shudder, "Good things don't work, bad things work. Can't you say something auspicious?"
The fat man curled his lips, then clasped his hands and said to the mailbox: "Master of the mailbox, listen carefully, there is no Wong Tai Sin temple here, I can only ask you to be compassionate and bless Ayang's novels to soar into the sky and become a blockbuster! Bless me to follow in the future.
Those who are popular and those who drink spicy food! Bless us to develop quickly and become famous in Hollywood! Amitabha, Jesus bless us!"
