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    At 12 o'clock in the evening, Gu Changjun was still typing furiously in front of the computer He was not working overtime.  As a professional writer, it is normal to choose to work at this time.  These days, there is too much noise during the day, especially after everyone starts buying cars.  Moreover, like many people these days, Gu Changjun always feels groggy during the day. How can such a mental state be suitable for any kind of creation?  Even the articles he writes are all about shit and shit so nighttime becomes his working time.  In order to earn an income of one to two thousand yuan a month, I turned day and night upside down, confusing right and wrong.  "Gu Changjun picked up the long sword on the ground and gently held a sword flower" Gu Changjun's fingers were tapping quickly. His novel is about martial arts, and the protagonist has the same name as him. It can be regarded as a "fan" work.  However, even if I "get on the horse personally", I still write stories that have been spinning in my mind since I was a child, and the click and subscription situation is still not optimistic.  This made him extremely unhappy.  He didn't understand. There was only one word difference between his name and that of the great director Gu Changwei, and there was only one word difference between his name and that of the diplomat Gu Weijun during the Republic of China. How could he be so far behind these two?  But no matter how unhappy he felt, he could only complain in his heart He didn't have time.  The number of novel subscriptions is insufficient. If he doesn't make up for it with the number of words, his income will inevitably drop significantly. He doesn't have a few cents in hand now, so he can't even open a new book.  It's not that he doesn't want to, but he doesn't dare What if the new book hits the market, or it is also not favored by readers and the number of subscriptions is insufficient? Didn't he waste several months in vain?  By then, he might be kicked out by his landlord because of rent arrears.  ¡­¡­ ¡°I feel good when I see you, and I feel happy without having to warm up, because my eyes and ears have a tacit understanding. You know how well I understand you, and I feel good when I have you¡± ¡­¡­ ¡°Gu Changjun volleyed his sword into the air  " Gu Changjun was writing "himself" to show off his power and was about to strike down the Nineteen Prefectures with a sword, when the phone suddenly rang.  The sudden sound in the middle of the night startled him.  "Are you sick? Why are you calling in the middle of the night? I wonder if I'm busy?" He picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID. Gu Changjun pressed the answer button, but his tone was very rude.  "Lao Gu? You are Lao Gu, are you really Lao Gu? -" The other end of the phone ignored his bad words, and instead came a scream, which seemed to be extremely surprising.  "Nonsense. Of course it's me. What's your name? Are you sick?" Gu Changjun frowned. Of course he knew who was on the other end of the phone.  Like him, the guy on the other end is also a writer, and his skills are similar to his. They are both seriously lacking compared to the above, but slightly more than the below.  The two of them are also very familiar with each other because they are classmates at the same school. They met as brothers in the same dormitory and worked together in the same company for three years. Then, for some reason, they were both laid off at the same time. Later, they couldn't find a job.  , desperation, they almost joined the writing industry together.  "Lao Gu, Lao Gu, wuwu" Gu Changjun was annoyed because his train of thought was interrupted. But what he didn't expect was that the other end of the phone suddenly started crying The voice sounded like a cry.  The liver and intestines were broken.  "What's wrong?" Gu Changjun was frightened, "Have you been kicked out by the landlord?" "Ugh" The other end seemed to sniffle, "Old Gu - save me!" "I" Yes, it must be  The new book was not good, I had no income, and I was kicked out by the landlord.  Gu Changjun sighed: "Then come over here Anyway, I only have one bed here. You can make a bunk on the floor and squeeze in." "No" The portrait wiped away tears again.  , "Lao Gu, I'm wearing" "Nonsense, could it be that you took it off to go out?" Gu Changjun rolled his eyes, "Brother, although we are down and out, we are not to the point of engaging in performance art, especially  This kind of cheap performance artyou are not that way." "I said I was wearing it-" the other end suddenly shouted.  "I know" "Time travel -" "Oh? Which dynasty? Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, or Qin, Han, Three Kingdoms, Southern and Northern Dynasties?" Gu Changjun felt that he should comfort his old friend, "The tide of time travel is raging now, so it's easy to get into the topic." "  Republic of China!" The other end calmed down and said.  "The Republic of China? Why is it the Republic of China again?the early stage, the middle stage, or the late stage?" Gu Changjun asked casually.  "Resistance!" "Hiss" Gu Changjun pretended to take a breath, and smacked his lips again, "Those days were cruel. I'm not telling you, brother, you don't seem to be very good at military literature, right?  This thing is not easy to write." "I am now at Chaotianmen Pier in Chongqing, the Republic of China, in August 1938." The other end said slowly.He said, with a faint sound of grinding teeth.  "Chongqing? So you want to infiltrate the Nationalist government? That's true. There are not many of us who can endure the hardships and endure the cruel class struggle in the future, but those who infiltrate the Nationalist government will definitely not have good results  Well, Lao Qin, what are you planning to achieve in the end? Are you going to go to Taiwan to make trouble with Lao Chiang, or go to become a rich man elsewhere, or simply go to the United States to seize the jobs of Rockefeller and Morgan?  ?" Gu Changjun asked with a smile.  "Lao Gu, my phone is about to run out of battery. I'm warning you now, don't talk nonsense to me anymore I know I may not be able to go back, and you can't save me. But I'm really in Chaotianmen, Chongqing now.  The dock, and the time is really August 1938I really fucking traveled through time-" "You really traveled through time?" "Yeah! Uh-huh!" "That means you were not kicked out by the landlord.  , but you came to me to have fun in the middle of the night when you were bored?" Old Gu was a little angry.  I'm busy earning living expenses, so I answered the phone to comfort you. It's good for you, but you actually played with me: "Brother, I'm not telling you, don't you fucking know that I'm very busy? This is my job.  Time!¡± ¡°I traveled through time¡ª¡± It became clear that Lao Gu still didn¡¯t believe it, and the other end roared anxiously.  ¡°I¡¯ve worn it too, and I just destroyed Ye Gucheng¡¯s ¡®Flying Fairy from Heaven¡¯, but so what?¡± Lao Gu yelled back as well.  "You" The other end choked for a while, and then spoke again: "Lao Gu, I'm really wearing it. Well if you are free tomorrow, go to my place and help me pack my things.  Just take the ones you like, and do whatever you want with themDon't tell my family about the rest" "Beep beep" "The other party has hung up!" The mechanical prompt sounded.  There was a sound in his ears, and Lao Gu was stunned for a moment, then curled his lips.  ¡°We are all writing novels, and it¡¯s not April Fool¡¯s Day. Who are you kidding if you pull this kind of prank? Well¡± Putting down the phone, Lao Gu put his hands on the keyboard again.
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