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Last night, Zhou Kun's brain cells that had been killed halfway through death only started the story. He was awakened by a knock on the door when he wanted to sleep.

With a look of waking up, he wrapped his nightgown in his pajamas and asked while walking towards the door: "Who?"

"Hello, Mr. Zhou Kun, we are reporters from Vaggy News. Today I came here to interview you. Isn't it convenient?" A woman's answer came from outside the door.

Hearing this reply, he couldn't help but frown. Vulgar newspaper? I think my not very famous author has fallen to participate in the Vulgar newspaper interview? No wonder, a well-known newspaper cannot interview someone like me.

The editor once said that you should seize every opportunity that can make you famous. With fame and good works, your value will definitely increase day by day.

"Wait a moment, I need to sort it out."

After saying that, he turned around and ran into the room without waiting for the other party to reply, opening the closet that he almost never opened very much, and looking at the mess inside of clothes.

Hey!

Where did I go to the suit I bought last time? I can’t wear big shorts for an interview. Hey, where is my socks? No matter what, I don’t care, let’s wait too long before I will say I’m a big shot.

I found a set of clothes that looked pretty clean and put on it. Then I went to the bathroom to wash my face as quickly as possible, comb my hair, and smiled at myself in the mirror, "Zhou Kun, are you ready to become famous?"

“I can’t wait.”

squeak!

Walking over and opening the door, a young woman who looked in her early twenties stood outside the door.

Zhou Kun looked her from top to bottom several times.

Wearing a classic professional attire and short shoulder-length hair, she looks capable and beautiful. The moment she sees her, her heart seems to be sucked by an invisible magnet.

Seeing such a beautiful woman, Zhou Kun couldn't help swallowing her saliva, and looked at the other person without blinking, so he forgot to invite the other person into the house.

"Mr. Zhou Kun? Mr. Zhou Kun?"

"ah?"

"Can I get in?"

"Oh oh oh, of course, please enter. The room is a bit messy. Don't mind too much." Zhou Kun made a gesture of invitation with regret on his face.

I didn’t expect that you were so vulgar, but you didn’t feel vulgar at all. If I had known it was a beautiful reporter, I would have gritted my teeth and hired a housekeeping cleaning company to clean the room.

The room where Zhou Kun lives is not very big, with two bedrooms and one living room, one bedroom and one studio. In addition to the messy books in the living room, there are also bookshelfs and columns made of refreshing drinks he drank.

The reporter stood in front of the sofa with a little awkward smile on his face, and sat down after Zhou Kun made a small space for her.

Zhou Kun sat upright in front of her, putting his hands on his knees, like a suspect being interrogated.

"Mr. Zhou Kun, please relax, we're just a daily interview."

“I’m very relaxed.”

"Okay, let's start officially. Let me introduce myself first. I am a reporter from our city Vulgar Newspaper. This is my certificate." The beautiful reporter introduced himself.

Zhou Kun followed and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Zhou Kun, and my pen name is Sidaolang."

"Six Pao Bars? Can you tell me why I use such a pseudonym?"

"Four levers, just levers, hehe." joked.

This sentence made the reporter laugh.

"So what is your daily life like, Mr. Zhou Kun?"

Zhou Kun touched his chin with his hand and replied for a moment of contemplation: "My lifestyle is simpler. When you have inspiration, you can not leave the house for three days. When you have no inspiration, you sit in the cafe opposite you and think, and nothing else is left."

As a full-time author, Zhou Kun does not have much social interaction, either writing or thinking about how to write.

In the next hour, the reporter asked him many questions about creation and works, and Zhou Kun gave him one by one. After seeing off the reporter Zhou Kun could no longer suppress his inner joy, he jumped up and down in the room happily, and was sleepy for a moment.

Dingling! Dinglingling!

The cell phone on the table made a sound, and Zhou Kun walked over and picked up the cell phone. When he saw the four words "Editor Boss" appear on the screen, his heart was shocked.

My nervous heart, trembling hands, and I was trembling when I answered the phone.

"What you sent me is a love story?" the editor asked very seriously, "I asked the heroine to have a car accident at the beginning. I asked you to write a beautiful love story. Are you running and writing a miserable story for me?"

Zhou Kun licked his lips with his hands and explained: "Boss, I think so, she can be the heroine or not. She must take care of her in the hospital. After a while, I got along with the nurse, and then......"

"Zhou Kun, have you been hit by something? A beautiful love story, do you know what Meimei means? You are also having sex with the nurse. Will you be detached from the heroine next...?" The editor scolded her.

Alas, you asked me to write a beautiful love story, a person who has been hurt by love, which is equivalent to making me scrape the flesh from the grasshopper's legs - I can't start.

"I repeat, what I want is beautiful love, not sad articles, nor bloody articles. I have had a good time with the nurse. I really don't know how you came up with this idea. Why don't you try writing a weird article?"

"Boss, I'll go and change it right away. Beautiful, it must be beautiful." Zhou Kun patted his chest and promised.

"Send it to me tomorrow morning."

"receive."

After hanging up the editor's phone, Zhou Kun collapsed on the sofa and raised his head and let out a long sigh. I, Zhou Kun, are famous four-way sticks. How could I do this? Thinking of me, I stood up from the sofa, took my laptop and my schoolbag and walked out of the room with the garbage I had accumulated for three days.

The works come from life. Since I can’t think of them, I have to go out and find them.

"What's this?" A scolding came from behind the trash can.

Zhou Kun turned his head and looked at it: "Uncle, are you talking to me?"

"Otherwise? I don't know if the garbage needs to be sorted now. You just throw it into a bucket in a mess." The old man scolded him, "I'm telling you about classification and classification every day, how can I throw it around? I don't know that garbage sorting is being implemented across the country. Do you want to pay a fine?"

In order to make the old man shut up quickly, Zhou Kun took out the garbage he had just thrown in without saying a word, squatted beside the trash can and sorted according to the old man's instructions. He had not gone out for only three days, and the requirements for sorting the garbage had spread to the community where he was.

"Master, can I leave?" After some trouble, I finally completed the first garbage sorting.

"Let's go, and you will sort it out at home in the future. You, a young man, aren't you afraid of eating so much instant noodles for your body to get rid of? There is a vegetable market outside our community..." There is also a warm heart hidden under the irritable appearance.

Zhou Kun hasn't heard anyone say this for a long time, and he feels a little touched. Is this love? Bah bah bah bah bah, this is the power of warmth.

When he walked out of the community and came to a nearby cafe, Zhou Kun would often come here to order a cup of mocha and sit on the bench outside to conceive the plot. This time, unlike in the past, the focus was on one-on-one pair of men and women, hoping to see the appearance of love from their figures.

All kinds of people walked past him, some were smirking, some were licking humbly, and even more, they followed like slaves and obediently. Do you think they were unhappy?

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is not called love, but from another perspective, isn’t this the obsession with love?
Chapter completed!