"Then it is estimated that the little q is indeed short-circuited. How many words did you write? Will it cause the computer to crash?"
"2 minutes to create, 8 minutes to write, about 10,000 words."
"You wrote 10,000 words in 10 minutes?"
"Strictly speaking, it's not less than 10 minutes."
"That's right, writer Liang Jia, I suddenly feel sorry for your computer, are you sure you haven't knocked off the keyboard?"
"Of course, type a g. I originally wanted to make up a brother, but I just typed it as a younger sister."
As soon as Liang Jia finished speaking, the rabbit took off the mask, and it turned out to be really the mermaid actor Xu Lier's book.
"Sister, I finally found you."
"Well, Xu Li'er's book actor, I think the rabbit writer is the worst. So you are a crossover. You know that writers are different from actors. You have to lead the way. I hope you can stick to your original dream and become a good actor. Actors, otherwise you spend so much time creating, there is no way to improve your acting.¡±
"Writer Liang Jia, you are right. I will definitely listen to your teachings. No, I should be called sister."
"I'm going to act with you now? But I'm a writer, and my acting skills are not good."
Liang Jia paused for a second after speaking, and immediately screamed, "Wow!! Sister!! I have been looking for you for many years, where did you go? But my mother passed away shortly after giving birth to me, what are you? Who was born?"
"I was born by my father."
"Your father? An investor? So to put it bluntly, my father who ran away from home really became an investor?"
"Writer Liang Jia, in fact, you don't need to get too involved in the drama. Didn't you ask me if I have a script? Then I'll tell you now, and the second season of the writer's reality show will continue."
"To be continued?"
"Writer Liang Jia, congratulations on finding your sister. If your grandma knows, she will be very happy. Your grandma's graveyard is just outside your window. You can take your sister to visit grandma together."
"Grandma!!"
Liang Jia ran out the door while talking.
"Grandma!! Why are you sleeping here? I have no idea. You should have your own cemetery, and you shouldn't sleep in a field of chrysanthemums. It's unlucky."
"Writer Liang Jia, in fact, after grandma's ashes were put here, chrysanthemums bloomed all over the ground. Before that, they were about to wither."
"Could it be that my grandma really has a spirit in heaven? Grandma!! I'm Liang Jia, come down and see me, I'm participating in this shit show again, it's endless, I don't know when I will be popular, but Grandma, promise me that when I am popular, you will come down to see me, okay?"
"Liang Jia, do you know why the house is so cheap? Of all the shared houses, the one you live with your grandma is the cheapest."
"I don't know, why?"
"Perhaps, I shouldn't have said it."
"Tell me about it."
"I'm worried that you are afraid, and why you have somehow entered the ranks of horror novels. Perhaps somewhere in the dark, there is a power beckoning to you."
? Liang Jia felt his pores tremble, and his whole body trembled. He seemed to treat the Xueba driver with even more awe.
"Why do you know? Do you know that I wrote horror novels before? I have never met anyone, especially the people in the shared house, for fear of being afraid of me. Many writers of horror novels have a habit of Not in my own room, but" (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com