After accompanying Yuan Shuiqing back home, Sun Quan, who returned to City M again, seldom went out. He lived with Yuan Shuiqing in the villa in Qinglong Bay every day, wrote manuscripts, read books, and walked around the community with Yuan Shuiqing in the morning and evening.
, occasionally he would take her to the water area of Qinglong Bay to watch the swallows fly back on the cliff opposite.
As May 12 gets closer, he talks less and less.
On the night of May 8, when he was walking with Yuan Shuiqing in the community, Yuan Shuiqing suddenly asked him, "What's wrong with you these days? Why do you feel so worried?"
Sun Quan responded perfunctorily, "It's nothing, maybe there are only a few days every month!"
Yuan Shuiqing gave him a blank look and thought he was fine, so he didn't continue to ask questions.
Just like that, the time finally came to the 12th.
Sun Quan obviously had no intention of coding that day, but he still trapped himself in the study and didn't go anywhere. He only went downstairs when eating.
In the afternoon, when he refreshed the author forum, news of the earthquake indeed appeared on the forum.
Many authors in the post were praying for that place, including many accounts of great people that Sun Quan was familiar with.
He glanced at it for a few times, then exited the forum without looking again.
In the original time and space, after the news of this earthquake came out, he had been reading it for a long time. He not only read it on the author's forum, but also searched for related news on the Internet.
But this time, he didn't want to see it.
After his rebirth, he had been afraid of what would happen due to the butterfly effect of his rebirth.
Only this time, he hoped that the effect of his reborn little butterfly would prevent this tragedy from happening again.
Unfortunately, everything still happened.
Exiting the forum, shutting down the computer, he silently lit a cigarette. In fact, since he learned that Yuan Shuiqing was pregnant, he rarely smoked for fear of affecting the child in her belly, but today he wanted to smoke one.
Smoke filled the air in front of his eyes. He sank into the boss's chair and stared blankly at the white ceiling. Through the smoke in front of him, he could not see clearly. The thought of the impermanence of life was swirling in his mind.
He thought about his rebirth, and thought about the day before his rebirth, when he was still unaware and still thinking about what to do? Should he start a new book? Or should he simply close his book and change his career?
Because the 404 wave that time was so terrifying, he couldn't help but break up. There were no clear standards. If you were told to ban you, he would ban you. For the first time, he really felt that writing novels was really a dead end. Moreover, writing under such strict standards,
He really has no interest anymore.
If you can't freely express what you want, what's the point?
However, before he could make up his mind, fate kicked him back to 2006.
He was unaware that he was back. Only he knew that he was back.
I hope all the victims this time can be reborn like me!
Sun Quan changed this idea in his mind. He didn't know whether the things he had done before could save some people's lives this time. I hope he could!
When people live for a long time, they will realize the preciousness of life. When they are young and frivolous, they always feel that death is far away from them, so they can toss hard without fear of any danger or consequences...
Before his rebirth, Sun Quan lived to be in his thirties and gradually understood some principles related to life.
For example: Life is lived by people, so people are the most important. As long as people are still there, everything is possible. Once people are gone, everything will lose its meaning.
For example: A person's lifetime is like the autumn of vegetation. It has existed, but will soon disappear without leaving any trace.
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After finishing one cigarette, Sun Quan didn't light up a second one. The air purifier running whirringly removed all the smoke in the study room in a short time.
He closed his eyes and sat motionless in his chair.
He knew that there was only so much he could do. He knew that with his meager power, it was impossible to save everyone. However, knowing that tens of thousands of his compatriots would die in this tragedy, he could only do so much.
His mood still fell into a depressed state involuntarily.
He thought about the baby in Yuan Shuiqing's belly, and thought about how innocent the child would be if his family of three suddenly died like this one day. Would the little guy feel hopeless?
Maybe he is so small and only feels pain?
The study door was suddenly pushed open. Sun Quan did not open his eyes. Yuan Shuiqing's voice came from the door: "There's an earthquake, do you know?"
Sun Quan closed his eyes and said nothing, nor did he open his eyes.
After a while, Yuan Shuiqing walked up to him, leaned against the computer desk, and sighed softly: "It seems that you are better informed than me, and you noticed it immediately. Alas! The Internet said that this earthquake was very serious, and I'm afraid many people will die.
"
Sun Quan still didn't make a sound, and he still didn't open his eyes.
After a moment of silence, Yuan Shuiqing asked again: "Do you have any relatives over there?"
"without!"
Sun Quan finally said a word.
Yuan Shuiqing: "My family doesn't have one either, but I still want to do something for them, even if it's to accumulate blessings for our baby! What do you think?"
Sun Quan finally opened his eyes, looked at her quietly, breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded slightly, "What do you want to do?"
Yuan Shuiqing: "I haven't thought about it yet. Do you have any ideas?"
Sun Quan: "Donate me a few months' royalties! There is really little else we can do. I estimate that many people will go there to help with disaster relief, and the road there may be very congested by then... I
I want to donate a few months’ royalties, do you agree?”
Yuan Shuiqing was slightly surprised, "How many months of royalties? Your current monthly royalties are hundreds of thousands, right? Are you willing to give up so much?"
Sun Quan was really reluctant to give up. He had been poor for too long. Before his rebirth, he had accomplished nothing. His house was rented, his car was second-hand, and the savings he had accumulated through frugal living and living expenses was only about 100,000, so he was asked to make a one-time donation.
Hundreds of thousands, of course he would be a little reluctant to part with it.
But he still pursed his lips and nodded, "Didn't you say that the baby accumulates blessings? Then let's accumulate more."
In fact, he did it out of his own guilt.
Yuan Shuiqing looked at him for a while, sighed, nodded, and said softly: "Okay! Since you have this intention, then donate it! Anyway, we still have some savings."
Sun Quan stood up and walked over, hugging Yuan Shuiqing in his arms.
He originally thought that Yuan Shuiqing would disagree. After all, what he just said was to donate hundreds of thousands. It was beyond his expectation that Yuan Shuiqing would be so accommodating to him.
…
After that day, the pages of almost all domestic websites, including Qidian, turned into black and white, praying for blessings there.
Writers in the Internet literary circle are also very enthusiastic and go to disaster areas to help with disaster relief.
Even more people donated money and materials.
One of the more famous ones is Si Ma.
Sun Quan saw that Si Ma posted photos of the disaster area on the author's forum almost every day, claiming that he had already helped with disaster relief in the disaster area.
Sun Quan of the original time and space had only seen it once. He knew that it would not be long before Si Ma would be ruined because someone found various evidences to prove that he was not in the disaster area.
The most important thing is that the money donated by many writers to Si Ma to help with disaster relief was ultimately confirmed to have not been used for disaster relief, but had been retained by Si Ma himself.
But Sun Quan did not stand up to expose Si Ma.
Because... it won't be long before things turn around and Si Ma will die.
This well-known and representative writer of entertainment articles, a very talented and well-written guy, will be rumored to have died after his reputation has been ruined for a period of time.
The money he withheld was not used for enjoyment, but for his own medical treatment.
But even so, after paying the price of ruining his reputation, he still failed to save his life.
Therefore, Sun Quan remained silent on this matter.
It is naturally wrong for Si Ma to withhold donations from writers.
But Si Ma himself is a poor person.
His works were once very fond of Sun Quan, and before this incident, Si Ma was also an author he liked very much.
Pity!
…
Time flies.
The shadow left by that great tragedy is still there, but life must go on for the living. Sun Quan's life still seems calm, coding, accompanying his wife, coding...
The recent plot of "The Ring of the Immortal Dragon" is very exciting. The male protagonist Xia Changle returns to the frontier world and sweeps away the invincible. The popularity of the book review section and the book fan group has gradually increased.
More and more people are giving rewards and voting monthly.
Subscription data for the book is also on the rise.
In the book review area and book fan groups, readers ask every now and then - why is it not competing for the monthly vote list this month?
Sun Quan himself was in the Xianyu Group and the Huaguoshan Group. He saw the book fan Aite several times and reminded him that the recent plot was very powerful and suitable for competing for the monthly vote list.
Sun Quan would occasionally reply, and the reason he gave was: "I've been suffering from laziness recently, and my hand speed is not good enough, so I won't fight this month."
After receiving his answer, some people accused him of being a salty fish and having no ambition.
Someone tempted him with rewards and monthly tickets, saying that as long as he competed for the rankings, they would be given to him.
But Sun Quan remained unmoved.
For the recent plot, he was able to adjust his state according to the outline and details, and write it out bit by bit, but this month he is really not in the mood to compete for the monthly vote list.
Maybe he won't be in a good mood for the next two or three months.
but……
When May was almost over, the editor-in-chief Haiyu sent him a private message.
"Next month we will hold this year's Writers Summit in Hangzhou. I have been asked to inform you to attend. The time is June 20th. Can you come then? If you can come, we will send you an invitation letter later.
.”
Writers summit?
Hangzhou?
Sun Quan was stunned. He didn't expect that this year's summit would be scheduled in June, and the location would be Hangzhou, not the Magic City where Qidian's headquarters is located.
Hangzhou is not too far away from him.
He had longed for the Qidian Writers Summit for many years and always wanted to go, but never had the chance because it was a gathering of successful people and had nothing to do with him being a loser.
"By the way, let me tell you some good news. If you come here this time, you will get a prize, so come on!"
While Sun Quan was still thinking about this, Hairtail probably thought he was hesitating, so he suddenly sent another private message like this.
Get a prize?
I?
Sun Quan was a little surprised and smiled. He replied without any further hesitation: "Okay! Thank you!"
Hairtail replied with a smiley emoticon, "Great! Now that you're here, I'll be proud of myself! Hehe."