"His yin energy gradually disappeared during his long stay in this world. If it were not for the support of his obsession with writing, he would have died long ago.
If he hadn't met us, it would have been difficult to reincarnate in another three to five hours." Hei Wuchang explained slowly.
Most people's obsession is to kill their enemies with their own hands, and they cannot let go of their family members, money, beauty, glory, and wealth.
This is the first time I’ve seen Ajie’s obsession since he became a ghost. It’s just an online article. What’s the appeal?
Hei Wuchang doesn't know that Internet articles are created by an author who puts all his heart and emotions into them.
Just like your own child, grow up slowly. When you grow up, let your child go on his own.
"Writing? Is he still a writer?" Yao Meier became interested.
"His pen name is Cuttlefish Who Loves Repairing Air Conditioners. I don't know if he has written anything." Hei Wuchang replied. He really didn't know how he could come into contact with online articles so quickly after he had only been in this world for so long.
"Ah? How big is the squid?" Yao Meier's eyes widened.
Yao Meier still knows about squid, and she is one of the many fans.
I took out my mobile phone and opened the Apocalypse of Youth that I had recently read. No wonder there have been dozens of updates every day since a month ago.
I originally thought it was because the squid brought great benefits, but I didn't expect it to be this reason.
Bai Ze made the noodles and brought two taels of ecstasy wine to the table.
Ajie ate the noodles numbly, like a robot.
After drinking a glass of ecstasy, my body became slightly solid.
"I have a story, you have a drink, and you have drank this glass of wine. Life is not in vain. Let's talk about it. Is it worth it?" After Bai Ze sat down, he spoke the opening remarks.
"It's worth it. There's nothing in life. It's what keeps me going. I don't have a high degree of education, and writing online is what I've been doing the longest. Since I've started, I have to start and finish." Ajie expressed his sincere thoughts.
After finishing speaking, Ajie told his story.
He was born in an ordinary family. His mother abandoned him when he was very young, and his father was bedridden all year round. It was his grandmother who raised him.
After finishing junior high school, in order not to burden my grandma, I dropped out of school without hesitation and joined the army of working people.
Every time I come home, I look at my grandma whose hair is getting grayer, and she always wants to make more money.
His childhood education taught him that he should not do illegal things.
While browsing Weibo, I heard someone tell about a post that made tens of thousands a day from online writing.
Ajie thought that if others could do it, maybe he could do it too.
After many comparisons, I joined the K Internet Writing Group, and with a passion, I started a career in Internet writing that lasted for more than ten years.
The first work has a completed word count of 1.2 million, which is very unsatisfactory.
It can be understood that he was discouraged, but this did not dampen his enthusiasm.
His grandma said something to him after he graduated, no matter what path you choose, it is your own choice. Since it is your own choice, you must keep going.
The data of the second work has been very stable from the beginning to the end.
The subsequent works still maintain this level.
If you can't make a lot of money, you can still subsidize your family income.
By the beginning of the fifth work, grandma's health was getting worse and worse, and her eyes were gradually losing sight.
Ajie thought that by combining his daily work and writing online articles, he could earn a sum of money for his grandma's surgery and help her see the light again.
Just when "Apocalypse of Youth" was about 7.5 million words long, Ajie's body became abnormal.
He didn't take it seriously, he just thought it was because he sat in front of the computer desk for too long.
An accident occurred while moving bricks at the construction site. He fell from the scaffolding and lost his life at that time.
Strong obsession, grandma's surgery fee, and readers' expectations, combined with two different feelings, made him lie in front of the computer desk day and night. Even if he died, he had to finish the fifth work and raise the surgery fee.
Ajie's grandma would always hear clicking noises when she woke up in the middle of the night. She didn't take it seriously at first, just thinking it was because she was old and had auditory hallucinations.
As the frequency of the appearance increased, grandma felt that Ajie was back and missed her grandson. She originally wanted to go out and have a look, but then she thought that it would be bad if she got scared once she went out.
This situation was allowed to develop until Bai Ze and the two came to visit her. Grandma felt the breath of death from the two men and knew that Ajie's time was running out and these two men were here to take him away.
Although she couldn't bear it and was even more reluctant to let go, grandma knew that begging Ajie to stay would only harm him.
It was not her original wish to lose her soul and not enter reincarnation.
After Bai Ze listened, he wanted to say a lot, but said nothing.
"The surgery fee is collected, and the novel is finished. I have to ask you a favor. Grandma's surgery depends on you." Ajie looked over with sincere eyes.
Bai Ze nodded, sighed, and signaled.
Hei Wuchang left with Ajie.
After Ajie left, Yao Meier was very disappointed.
She had just read the last chapter of "Apocalypse of Youth". If she had not encountered this situation, she would have thought that she had to give up writing because of love, career and family ties.
Now that I think about it, I really want to tell my friend that Squid will never come back again, and she can't do this.
Let the squid remain in their hearts, and when they feel confused and overwhelmed, they can open the book of Revelation.
During the book shortage, Apocalypse of Youth would be good to bring them warmth.
The last chapter was announced, and loyal fans left messages one after another.
"Old thief, don't bother me. I won't do it for nothing anymore. I'll give you a bulldozer and move on to the next one."
"That's right, without your chicken soup literature, I can't sleep, I can't eat, and I don't have the energy to work."
"Old thief, if you say something, if you don't say anything, you will assume that you are accumulating strength and completing the outline of the next work."
"Come on, old thief, I still want to watch the second part of Qing Lu!"
Bai Ze looked at it and sighed, that's good. It's better to let people care about Cuttlefish than to tell the truth.
Every year someone would leave a message, trying to get Cui Zui to pay. The ignorant young man at that time no longer had sex for nothing and tried his best to get gifts, but Cui Zui couldn't see it and would never come back.
Naturally, this is all for later.
Bai Ze accompanied the old woman during the operation. All the money was in the salary card of the Internet writer, and all the savings over the years were in it.
After the operation, what was left was enough for the old woman to live on.
The old grandmother is very cheerful, she wants to live with her grandson's will.
In his spare time, Bai Ze read the Book of Revelation. After reading the entire book, he finally understood why there were so few rewards.
There was a singer who sang Gray Avatar. During the years when his song was popular, he held concerts and only a few people came.
A few years later, I held a concert and the venue was full.
This is because you are still a child when you listen to music. When your children grow up, they can afford to buy concert tickets.
The same is true for "Apocalypse of Youth". When adults watched it, they just felt that the pace was too slow and that it was rubbish.
After all, I have read too many cool articles and too many scenes of pretense and slaps in the face, but I really can’t stand this youth apocalypse.
Waiting for Qinglu to ferment slowly, in Zhang Mazi's words, is to let the bullets fly for a while.
