"No. 1042, eat faster!"
"Your hair affects your studies. Don't grow it. Cut it above the ears."
"What are you doing playing with micro-computers? It's time to study."
"Where did you get these books? Burn them all."
...
"No. 1042 scored 195 on the IQ test and F on the physical test."
"Is she really 195? But she looks dull, like she can't think."
"No, her personality is not sound, and she won't be able to adapt to subsequent tests."
"No. 1042 is judged to be a defective product."
Jiuhua suddenly woke up, scratched her hair irritably, and found herself sleeping on the sofa with a light gray blanket covering her shoulders.
The room was quiet and silent. Two pairs of slippers were neatly placed at the entrance. Lu Yao and Harold had gone out. They must have gone to the hospital to see Qing Mei.
Jiuhua raised her hand and gently rubbed her brows. She had been so busy during this period that she had developed bad habits.
They had only been to the house twice. Once they left, the room seemed inexplicably empty. It was so strange.
The dark mood was like damp moss and like hot sweat seeping out of the skin, soaking the clothes bit by bit, bringing a sticky and unrefreshing feeling.
Jiuhua got up and drank a glass of water, walked barefoot to the entrance, put on her slippers, opened the door and went out.
The gray cumulus clouds were like a thick winter quilt, pressing down half of the sky.
Jiuhua lay on her back on the roof of the apartment building, her eyes empty.
A flock of sparrows flew by in the distance, and the cumulus clouds pressed down a little more.
There will be heavy rain today.
Jiuhua slowly closed her eyes, the cold wind blew on her skin, icy and chilly, and even her thoughts gradually calmed down.
"What are you doing?" The doubtful boy's voice.
Jiuhua suddenly opened her eyes, met Harold's frowning brows, and was stunned: "Why are you back?"
According to the previous pattern, she thought they would stay in the hospital until the afternoon and go directly back to the deep sea.
Harold picked her up and said, "It's going to rain, Lu Yao said to wait until the rain stops before going back to the store. Go down and open the door."
It's not that he couldn't break the door by force, but Lu Yao didn't let him.
Downstairs, Lu Yao was standing at the door with two bags of food, and he was quite interested: "It seems to be raining, I bought some food, and some fresh seafood from the sea, I will cook hot pot later."
Jiuhua pressed the password with a wooden face, opened the door, and muttered in a low voice: "Hot pot, it's so troublesome."
Harold heard it and said proudly: "Lu Yao's hot pot is super delicious, you just wash the vegetables."
Jiuhua: "..."
Jiuhua's apartment is very large, with high floors and a good environment.
There is a wall in the living room that is directly opened up and a huge one-way perspective floor-to-ceiling window is made.
They sorted out the food and sat down on the glass table next to the floor-to-ceiling window.
The hot pot just boiled and the heavy rain came.
Jiuhua stared out the window in a daze. Luyao picked up the boiled lobster and put it in her bowl. "It's just been cooked. It's very tender. Dip it in the secret sauce I made. It's super delicious." "
Thank you." Jiuhua ate delicately, chewing slowly, neither fast nor slow.
Harold was swirling around, and a mountain of food debris soon piled up on the table.
As a giant dragon, the small shells of lobsters and crabs are actually nothing, but they affect the taste.
"Qingmei is fine, but she still needs some time to recuperate. She told me today that the position in her original company is still reserved for her, and she will go back to work after her injury heals."
Lu Yao kept throwing ingredients into the pot, mostly fresh seafood, and thin slices of meat, which were cooked in the soup, and then taken out and shared with everyone and one dragon.
Jiuhua nodded, "I guessed it, she is doing well this way."
Qingmei spent ten years to get her current job, and she has also obtained a formal resident certificate in Yeguang City. She will live a good life in the future, and her life will be smooth.
She lowered her head and bit open the abalone, chewing it with great effort, swallowing it before continuing to talk: "Will you not come to Night Light City in the future?"
There are many discussions about the Furry Shop on the Internet. The people in this world are originally believers of the Deep Sea Goddess. The rumor of the Furry Shop is related to the Sea of God where the Goddess lives, and it spreads quickly on the Internet.
Some people don't believe it, but more people have read the eight hundred versions of "About the Furry Shop" described by netizens and experienced it themselves, and they all said "I want to go."
Lu Yao nodded, "I would like to explore this city more, and I definitely don't have time to come recently. After Qingmei left, the staff in the store became more nervous and couldn't handle it."
"Yeah, that's right." Jiuhua nodded, as if she didn't receive the signal at all.
Lu Yao picked up some more food for her, and after finishing a hot pot, the heavy rain turned into light rain.
After cleaning the kitchen, Jiuhua found a book and curled up on the sofa to read, completely ignoring the two guests.
Harold finished washing the dishes, fell asleep on the carpet.
Lu Yao's goal was not yet achieved, and he was wandering around the room.
Jiuhua's apartment was filled with books and various electronic products, and dense reading notes could be seen everywhere.
She obtained the other party's consent and began to look through the books on the bookshelf.
History, geography, natural sciences... As long as the system scans it once, you can leave a complete record of the information.
There are eight other cities similar to Nightlight City around it, called Star City, which are far less developed than Nightlight City.
Eighty percent of the land in Star City is used to grow crops and raise livestock, and each Star City has different specialties.
Fleets are used to support the transportation of materials and communication between cities.
The origin of world history began with the advent of the Mother Goddess Cuihuangxing. Legend has it that the surface of this world was originally covered by sea water, without land, and it was the Mother Goddess who used her divine power to build a place for humans to live.
...
Lu Yao roughly understood this world and continued to explore the bookshelf, and saw two rows of books with completely different styles from other books.
The books that Jiuhua read covered all aspects, some with simple content, and some very obscure and difficult to understand.
But the covers of these two rows of books were colorful, and the titles were in the style of online literature. Lu Yao couldn't help but open one, read a few rows, and couldn't help but sit down with his legs crossed.
Lu Yao read half of the book, and felt his neck ache, so he raised his head to move, and was surprised to find that he had been immersed in it unconsciously. It was
a very interesting novel, and the most important thing was that the plot was light and interesting, which made it particularly relaxing to read.
She was a person from another world and it was her first time to read it, but she was
still enjoying it. Lu Yao stood up and scanned the bookshelf, wanting to find another book that interested him. Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he lowered his head to look at the book in his hand.
Written by Nine Sparrows.
The two rows of books with different painting styles were all works by an author named "Nine Sparrows".
Lu Yao turned his head to look at Jiuhua, who was lying on the sofa reading a book, with the book covering her face, rising and falling gently with her breathing.
There was a microcomputer on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Lu Yao had played with it twice before, and it had similar functions to a tablet.
She picked it up and tried to search for the name "Nine Sparrows". Thousands of results popped up immediately.
Nine Sparrows, a genius novelist.
Since her debut, she has published dozens of works with a light and humorous style, which makes reading them a pleasure.
...
After Lu Yao read the information about Nine Sparrows on the Internet, she found the website where she published her works. Under the latest serialized works, the comments were pulled at two extremes.
[The stories written by the great author are so interesting, I love them! ]
[It's good, my favorite author. ]
...
[After writing for so many years, it's still the same routine, and the writing has not improved at all. ]
[The writing is rubbish, the plot is rubbish, and the author is rubbish. ]
...
Lu Yao browsed along the way, and his emotions rose and fell with the comments.
Suddenly, the microcomputer in her hand was taken away, Jiuhua woke up, rubbed her eyes and looked at the microcomputer, "Why are you looking at this?" Lu Yao
touched the tip of his nose lightly, and said carefully: "You frequently enter the sea of garbage, is it because of those comments?"
Jiuhua, nine sparrows.
No need to ask, they are the same person.
Lu Yao initially thought that the style of Jiuhua's work was the same as the news reports she wrote for Qingmei, with a serious style, refined words, and a more serious style.
The books in her apartment are mostly social research and psychology, but Jiuzhi Sparrow is a well-known sand sculpture player on the Internet, and his works are known for their light sand sculptures.
Jiuhua shook her head, "I guess this is not the reason for entering the garbage sea."
Lu Yao: "Then what is the reason? I'm really curious."
Jiuhua stared at Lu Yao for a while, "Do you know what the sign of a story's death is?"
Lu Yao shook his head, thought for a while, and gave another answer: "When the author is constantly denied?"
Jiuhua waved her hand, "For me, it's when I lose confidence in the world I created. An author who loses confidence , the pen in his hand that seems to have magic and can create everything will stop. An author without confidence is like trash, and the slightest emotional fluctuation can crush him. Every time I go to the furry shop, I feel slack and like trash. "
Lu Yao's eyes widened: "...You don't have to be so hard on yourself. Maybe you are just tired, and you will recover after a good rest."
Jiuhua actually nodded, "Well, I'm used to myself My emotions can collapse at any time and anywhere. Most of the time, a good night's sleep is enough. But going to the furry shop is a better way to recover than sleeping. In that sea, I seem to be able to do anything. After going there twice, I wanted to continue going to the sea and tried many methods. In the end, I found that when I doubted my own world and the boundary between reality and fantasy was blurred, I would succeed. "
Lu Yao: "...What kind of monster is the novelist?"
Jiuhua shrugged: " It's just that simple."
Lu Yao didn't expect that Jiuhua kept going to the furry shop for this reason, but for her the result was not too bad, "Will you come to the store in the future?"
Jiuhua nodded: "Yes. Come when I have time. I started writing novels because of social phobia. After I officially became a novelist, I found that it is impossible to write good novels if you are really socially phobic."
So she has so many books, and she constantly relies on books and knowledge to make up for the lack of life experience.
Lu Yao's eyes lit up. This was the entry point she was waiting for. "Jiuhua, I have a suggestion. Do you want to work as a clerk in my store? You know the specialness of the furry shop. We can't recruit clerks from customers, but you are very special. You are not that afraid of people in the sea, and you don't have to keep in contact with customers. You can also collect a lot of materials."
Jiuhua blinked and thought about the possibility of this suggestion.
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