20: Chapter 20: Return

Chapter 20: Return

I always felt familiar and unfamiliar with separation. He was a very important person in my life. When I felt hopeless and helpless, he immediately comforted me, but we never met. 1

I've never seen separation before, but in my mind, I could clearly outline his image. He, who always gave me a warm feeling, must always smile, as charming as the winter sun.

I thought about it and decided to reject it. My friendship with him was a good choice to stay on the website.

Bie Li: Why don't you let me come to see you?

An Mo: Nothing. I just don't think it's necessary. You don't have to worry about me. I can live well by myself.

Bie Li: But you're alone outside. Is that really okay?

An Mo: Don't worry, I' m not a three-year-old child. I can take good care of myself. (Send a smiley face)

Bu Li: Zhang Shiyang really is a bastard.

An Mo: Everything has passed. Actually, when I thought about it, I really wanted to thank Zhang Shiyang.

Bu Li: Thank you?

An Mo: That's right! Thank him for letting me go and letting me get rid of this dark life.

Bie Li: That's right. You' ve never been happy with him.

I kept flipping through the chat records between myself and Li Yao to see if there was something wrong with my words. After all, the other party had good intentions. If I refused too forcefully, it might make him feel embarrassed.

Bu Li saw that I was fine, so he gave up the thought of coming to see me.

Even though they were divorced, the days still continued. One had to live a wonderful and stable life.

Actually, what I was chatting with wasn't something I was pretending to be optimistic, but something from the bottom of my heart. I really thank Zhang Shiyang. If he didn't propose a divorce, it would be a great torment for me if the two of them chose to stand still.

After all, he didn't have a good day. Now that he chose to leave, he would not only regain his freedom, he would also have more time to focus on my creation.

A person's work always permeated his experience. This sentence was not false at all. I think the only gift I had from my miserable years was the inspiration for this work.

I sat in front of the computer. The past was like a tidal wave, and my inspiration was endless. The words written on the keyboard brought my true understanding of life into a vivid story.

I wrote a novel about everything I had experienced these past few days and published it on the website. In fact, I still persisted in writing. I didn't want to make a living long ago. It provided me with an outlet to express my dissatisfaction with life.

Even if no one read, I would still continue to write. I want to use this method to resist the unfair fate and the abuse of life.

For some reason, tears fell from the corners of her eyes and dripped onto the keyboard. I almost blurred my eyes and finished writing today's chapter.

It was already midnight after the update. I stood in front of the window and looked at the lights outside. I couldn't sleep for a long time. It was about 1 a.m. before she went to bed to rest.

There had always been no specific rules regarding the time of the writer's work and rest. It was normal to sleep late and get up early. However, I was an exception because when I was with Zhang Shiyang, I had to get up on time no matter when I was late. Now that he could slack off, he naturally wanted to sleep a little longer. I woke up at about 1 p.m. by phone.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was my editor. I was a little surprised because she rarely contacted me. Why did she call me today?

"Hey!" An Mo?" The voice on the other end of the phone was trembling slightly, appearing extremely excited.

The other party's intense emotions surprised me even more. What had happened? She was actually so excited?

"What?" I rubbed my sleepy eyes and said with some confusion. I haven't fully woken up yet. If it were n' t for his call, I wouldn't have gotten up until two or three in the afternoon. After leaving him, he could finally stop himself from being abused and wake up.

"Auntie, why does your voice sound so strange?" The editor was also puzzled.

"I haven't woken up yet!" I yawned again.

"Aiya!" My god! "What happened? You're still asleep." She exaggeratedly said.

I didn't know why. It didn't seem like a special day. I could n' t figure out what was happening. Something that deserved special attention.

"Speak quickly. What did you do last night?" Her tone still carried undisguised excitement.

What did I do last night? I was even more puzzled by her strange question. I, who had just divorced, only wanted to find a way to vent my feelings, so I wrote all of my personal experiences into my novels. Last night, I had been typing.

What can I do?

"Apart from the code, what else can I do?" I yawned again. It seemed like he still had to sleep later.

"The key is here. "Hurry up and take a look at the website. What's going on last night?" She hastily urged me.

Now that I was still sleepy, I didn't have the mood to get up. Those who stayed up all night writing always had a special attachment to the sheets. I covered my head with the blanket and continued to lie on the bed with my eyes closed.

"I don't remember." I said.

"No, get up and take a look. I promise you won't regret it after you finish reading it." The editor continued to urge me to get up.

I reluctantly got up from my bed and went to the computer to turn it on. I wanted to see what would happen that night. It actually caused the editor-in-chief, who had always been calm and composed, to become unperturbed.

When I entered the novel website and saw the leaderboard, I was stunned. I couldn't believe my eyes. I rubbed my eyes with my hand, then looked at the leaderboard and found that the content was the same.

It was true. I wasn't seeing things.

"Did you see it?" The editor-in-chief asked me.

I was too surprised and didn't react. I gripped my phone tightly and did n' t say anything.

"Hey!" An Mo? What about you? "Did you listen to me? Did you see that?" The editor-in-chief continued to ask.

I looked at the leaderboard and didn't feel excited. I just felt a little surprised.

In a single night, my ranking on the Internet increased again. Originally, he had been in first place on the sales list, but now he was in first place. The difference was that the sales volume had doubled compared to yesterday.

The number one spot on the monthly ticket list was also occupied by me. In the past, the number one person on the monthly ticket list had always been a fantasy novel. It was probably the first time that a novel like mine with a strong sense of reality had been written.

I was the first on the recommendation list, and I was the first on the list. The first place was firmly occupied.

"An Mo, you've been great these past few days. Did you know? You're about to become a legend! "You're probably the only one who can dominate the leaderboard!" The editor-in-chief said excitedly.

After a few polite words, I hung up.

Looking at the work that had achieved such impressive results, I did not feel very proud and proud, but rather rather calm. Life was finally not determined to treat me, bringing me some comfort.

Perhaps in the eyes of the readers, this story originated from my fiction. However, no one knew how much effort I had put into this work. The great joys and sorrows of the people inside were all my own true portrayals.

He opened the book review area and saw many comments and encouragement from the readers.

When I saw the encouragement I received from the readers, I was very pleased and very lucky. Perhaps my family life was not satisfactory, but with the silent support and company of these readers, I was no longer so lonely. At least in this world, there were people who resonated with my story.

In fact, life wasn't as bad as I thought. God would close a door for you and open a window for you. After leaving the Zhang Shiyang, the entire income of this novel would belong to me in the future. Perhaps this was the special reward that life brought to me.

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