After accompanying Yuan Shuiqing back to the door, Sun Quan, who returned to City M, rarely went out. Every day, he lived with Yuan Shuiqing in a villa in Qinglong Bay, writing manuscripts and reading books, and in the morning and evening, he helped Yuan Shuiqing wander around the community. Occasionally, he would take her to see Yan Feiyan on Yan Cliff opposite him back.

As May 12 gets closer, he says less and less.

On the night of May 8, while walking in the community with Yuan Shuiqing, Yuan Shuiqing suddenly asked him, "What's wrong with you these days? Why do you feel like you're worried?"

Sun Quan was perfunctory at the time, "It's nothing, maybe there are a few days every month!"

Yuan Shuiqing rolled his eyes and thought he had nothing to do, so he didn't continue to ask.

In this way, time finally came to the 12th day.

Sun Quan obviously had no time to write on this day, but he still trapped himself in the study and didn't go anywhere. He only went downstairs while eating.

In the afternoon, when he refreshed the author's forum, the news of the earthquake really appeared on the forum.

Many authors in the post pray for blessings there, including Sun Quan’s account.

He glanced at it for a few times, then quit the forum and didn't look at it again.

Original time and space, after the news of this earthquake came out, he had been watching it for a long time, not only reading it on the author's forum, but also searching for related news online.

But this time, he didn't want to watch it anymore.

After being reborn, he was always afraid of what the butterfly effect of his rebirth caused.

Only this time, he hoped that the effect of his reborn little butterfly would prevent this tragedy from happening again.

Unfortunately, everything happened.

After exiting the forum and turning off the computer, he lit a cigarette silently. In fact, since he learned that Yuan Shuiqing was pregnant, he rarely smoked, for fear of affecting the child in her belly, but today he wanted to smoke one.

Smoke filled his eyes, he trapped his body in the boss's chair, staring at the white ceiling in a daze, and through the smoke in front of him, he couldn't see it very clearly, and the thought of impermanence in life was circling in his mind.

He thought of his rebirth, and the day before his rebirth, he still had no idea what to do? Should he reopen a new book? Or should he just stop writing and change his career?

Because the 404 tide was too terrifying, he couldn't help but break up. There was no clear standard. If you said you were banned, he really felt that writing novels was a dead end. Moreover, if you wrote articles under such strict standards, he really had no interest.

If you cannot express what you want to express freely, what else is it?

But before he could make up his mind, fate kicked him back to 2006.

God knew nothing, but he knew that he was back.

I hope all the victims of this time can be reborn like me!

Sun Quan changed his mind to this idea. He didn't know whether the things he had done before could save some people's lives this time. I hope he could do it!

After living for a long time, people will realize the value of life. When they are young and frivolous, they always feel that death is far away from them, so they are struggling hard and never fear any dangers or consequences...

Before his rebirth, Sun Quan lived to over thirty years old and slowly understood some principles related to life.

For example: Life is a life where people live, so people are the most important. As long as people are still there, everything is possible. Once people are gone, nothing will lose its meaning.

For example: People live for a lifetime, like plants and trees, and they exist for a long time, but they will soon be without traces.

...

After smoking a cigarette, Sun Quan did not ignite the second one. The air purifier that was running huhu cleaned up the smoke in the study in a short while.

He closed his eyes and hugged in the chair without moving.

He knew that he could only do so much, and he knew that his meager power could not save everyone, but even though he knew that tens of thousands of compatriots would die in this tragedy, he could only do so much, but his mood still couldn't help but fall into a state of depression.

He thought of the baby in Yuan Shuiqing's belly, and thought that if his family of three suddenly died like this one day, how innocent the child would be? Will the little guy feel desperate?

Maybe he is so young, he just feels pain?

The door of the study room was suddenly pushed open, and Sun Quan did not open his eyes. Yuan Shuiqing's voice came from the door: "The earthquake has occurred, do you know?"

Sun Quan closed his eyes and did not make a sound, nor did he open his eyes.

After a while, Yuan Shuiqing walked to him, leaned against the computer desk, and sighed: "It seems that you have more information than me, so I noticed it as soon as possible. Alas! The Internet said that this earthquake was very powerful, and I am afraid that many people would die."

Sun Quan still didn't say anything, and still didn't open his eyes.

After silence, Yuan Shuiqing said again: "Do you have any relatives over there?"

"without!"

Sun Quan finally said something.

Yuan Shuiqing: "I don't have it either, but I still want to do something for it, even if it's accumulating blessings for our baby! What do you think?"

Sun Quan finally opened his eyes, looked at her quietly, let out a sigh of relief, and nodded slightly, "What do you want to do?"

Yuan Shuiqing: "I haven't figured it out yet, do you have any ideas?"

Sun Quan: "Donate my manuscript fee for a few months! There are really few other things we can do. I guess many people will come to help with disaster relief in the future. The way there may be very congestion... I want to donate my manuscript fee for a few months, do you agree?"

Yuan Shuiqing was slightly surprised, "How many months' manuscript fees are? How many months' manuscript fees are hundreds of thousands of yuan now? Are you willing to bear it so much?"

Sun Quan was indeed a little reluctant to let him go. He had been poor for too long before. Before he was reborn, he achieved nothing. The house was rented and the car was second-hand. The savings he had saved was only about 100,000 yuan, so he would of course be a little reluctant to let him donate hundreds of thousands at a time.

But he still nodded, "Didn't you say that the baby accumulates blessings? Then let's accumulate more."

In fact, he was out of his guilt.

Yuan Shuiqing looked at him for a while, sighed, nodded, and said softly: "Okay! Since you have this intention, donate! We still have some savings anyway."

Sun Quan stood up and walked over, holding Yuan Shuiqing in his arms.

He originally thought Yuan Shuiqing would disagree. After all, what he said just now was donating hundreds of thousands of dollars. It was beyond his expectations that Yuan Shuiqing could do so well.

...

After this day, almost all domestic websites such as Qidian turned black and white, praying for blessings there.

Some writers in the online literature circle are also very enthusiastic and go to the disaster area to help with disaster relief.

More people donate money and materials.

One of the more famous people is Sima.

Sun Quan saw that Sima posted photos of the disaster area almost every day on the author's forum, claiming that he had been helping with disaster relief in the disaster area.

Sun Quan had seen the original time and space once, and he knew that it would not take long before Sima would be ruined because someone found various evidence to prove that he was not in the disaster area.

The most important thing is that many writers donated money to Sima and the money they helped to rescue disasters was finally confirmed that they were not used for disaster relief, but were intercepted by Sima himself.

But Sun Quan did not stand up and expose Sima.

Because...it won't take long, things will turn around and Sima will die.

This famous entertainment writer who is representative of Qidian, is very talented and has a good writing style. After a period of disgrace, the news of his death will be heard.

The money he intercepted was not used for pleasure, but for his treatment.

But even so, after paying the price of his disgrace, he still failed to save his life.

So, Sun Quan remained silent about this matter.

It is naturally wrong to intercept the donations of writers by Sima.

But Sima himself is a pitiful person.

His works were once very popular with Sun Quan. Before this incident, Sima was also an author he liked very much.

What a pity!

...

Time flies.

The shadow left by that great tragedy on people is still there, but the living people still have to continue. Sun Quan's life still seems calm, typing, accompanying his wife, typing...

The recent plot of "Immortal Dragon Ring" is very outstanding. The hero Xia Changle's attitude of returning to the border and deserted world swept through the invincible situation has increased the popularity of the book review area and the book fan group.

More and more people are giving rewards and voting monthly votes.

Subscription data for this book are also rising.

In the book review area and book fan group, readers ask every now and then - why don’t you compete for the monthly vote list this month?

Sun Quan himself saw a book fan tagging him several times in the group of salted fish and Huaguoshan, reminding him that the recent plot is very powerful and suitable for competing for the monthly vote list.

Sun Quan would occasionally reply, and the reason he gave was: "I have been lazy recently and my hand speed is not good, so I won't fight this month."

When he got his answer, some people condemned him for being a salted fish and having no ambition.

Some people tempted him with rewards and monthly tickets, saying that as long as he competes for the list, he will give him the rewards and monthly tickets.

But Sun Quan was still unmoved.

In the recent plot, he can adjust his status based on the outline and detailed outline and write it out bit by bit, but this month he is really not in the mood to compete for the monthly vote list.

Maybe he will not be in the mood for the next two or three months.

but……

Seeing that May was about to pass, the editor-in-chief Hairfish sent him a private message.

"Next month we will hold this year's Writers Summit in Hangzhou. I'll let you notify me to attend. It's June 20th. Can you come? If you can come, we will send you an invitation letter later."

Writers Summit?
To be continued...