I said, "Actually not..."

"Okay!" Li Peipei stood up and raised his arms, "Eat it all up!"

The little wolf also nodded excitedly: "En! Eat it up!"

Mangzi: "Wang Wang Wang!"

I:"……"

I feel like telling these non-human beings to save some money just in case is like playing the piano to a cow...

Forget it, let them splurge, anyway... they have been poor for so many years, and they don't care about being poor in the future.

In the end, we decided to eat at a daily food store next to the bar where Xiaolang sang in Times Tian Street at 6 o'clock tomorrow night. Xiaolang basically knocked on the door of the tenants of the whole building, although only half of the people who went there last. , but I'm still very worried... The little money the little wolf has left is simply not enough for this group of hungry wolves to stick their teeth.

So I quietly took the sex with me, just in case.

The next day I spent a whole day at home rushing to draw.

Before I set off, I finally finished the update of the comics that was delayed some time ago, and published the last picture amid the readers' expectations, calls and threats.

And within ten minutes of posting, some readers have read all the updates, and started knocking bowls in the comment area again, asking me to add more updates.

Creation is like this. After a whole day of painting, adjusted the composition, dealt with details, adjusted the lines, innovated the plot, scratched head and scratched head to figure out the story and published it. The readers who read quickly finished the plot in minutes and began to eagerly urge more updates. .

This is a lot of pressure for me, who is very dull in creating stories, but it is also a very sweet time when I am urged to change.

I flipped through the comment area and watched the readers roll around so cutely, like little birds waiting to be fed. I didn't reply to every single one, but I read every one carefully, and I would be discouraged when I was scolded, and I was especially proud when I was praised. , when I see a cute person, I will be so cute that I will cover my heart, and I will study it carefully when I see a discussion about the plot. When I know that others have discussed my little bug or guessed the future of the plot, I will start to think about how to modify it, avoid it. .

Storytelling is really a very interesting thing, and the Internet is really a very interesting thing.

Perhaps it is always difficult for people to escape the torture of loneliness engraved in their souls. At a certain moment, they always think that I am the only one in the vast world. Many people are looking for a solution to their loneliness. Some people fail, some compromise, and some succeed.

For me, the way I found out was to draw comics.

I create alone, and tell the story with confusion and hesitation, but at the moment when I receive a comment, no matter what, I will know that it turns out that I am not the only one in the world who can see "I".

I seem to have spiritual communication with people I have never met, and I seem to see a lot of invisible things. There will be someone in my story who hurts where I hurt, laughs where I laugh, thinks where I think, and is lost where I am lost.

It's such a wonderful feeling, it doesn't make me feel alone, it even makes me feel like I'm worthy.

So that's probably why I fell in love with my job and fell in love with it.

I finished the first wave of "Zhankeng", "Sofa", "Offering Flowers" and "I don't care, although you just updated, I haven't watched it yet, but I know that your update volume is not enough, so I still have to push for more updates" After the series of comments, I pressed f5 to refresh the interface and saw the second wave of comments. This wave of comments usually has a lot more discussion about the plot, and then I found that I was swiped...

"My mother is jealous, this dishonest little goblin, please let the heroine give him two whips, and let him quickly kneel and admit that he loves the heroine or is addicted to the heroine! He can't extricate himself from the waste of time. What are you doing, calf, hurry up and confess, hug, kiss, and get out of the bed!"

This comment was copied over a dozen times in an instant...

And under the most original comments, there are also +1, +2, +3, +10086, +ID number, and other permutations and combinations...

The most terrifying thing about the copy party and the numbered party is that they will create an extremely regular and overwhelming pressure that even they themselves did not expect, so as to cause a frontal team to face me, if I don't go well The illusion that they will be kicked to death, trampled to death, trampled to death...

I wiped my sweat and silently closed the comment interface.

Yes… storytelling helps me get rid of my loneliness, and it does sometimes make me feel that my internet world is… so noisy.

I checked the time, and there was still one hour to six o'clock. I was afraid of traffic jams in the evening rush hour, so I packed my bags and went out to ask Li to accompany me.

I knocked on the door to wake up Li Peipei, I called Xiaolang and Yu Meimei, and walked to the first floor together. I happened to meet Wei Wuchang washing his clothes and setting up a drying rack on the flat ground to dry his clothes. It seems that this zombie king likes to hang clothes very much... I'm also more likely to bump into him to hang clothes. He also has a military style to hang clothes. Every piece of clothes hangs on the drying rack in an orderly manner, neatly and without a single wrinkle. .

When he saw us going out, he nodded at me as a greeting.

I nodded as well, and Li Peipei snorted, but Xiaolang said at this time: "This is a new tenant, right? You haven't had dinner yet, you seemed to be when I came downstairs to the landlord yesterday. No, do you want to have dinner with us?"

Wei Wuchang opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Li Peipai raised his eyebrows: "Don't take him to play!" Li Peipai said, "I tell you, this person is my enemy, except for Su Xiaoxin, who has already made a clear attitude. Except for his traitor, whoever of you dares to play with him, don't play with me."

Little Wolf was taken aback.

Yu Meimei and I looked at her and sneered. Yu Meimei ran on her: "Pepe, you are not a three-year-old child anymore, you are already seven years old, you can go to the first grade, don't be so childish anymore, okay?"