At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, Gu Changjun was still thrusting his fingers in front of the computer... He was not working overtime. As a professional writer, it was normal to choose to work at this time. These days, there was too much noise during the day, especially after everyone started buying cars. Moreover, like many people these days, Gu Changjun always felt dizzy during the day. How could such a mental state be suitable for creation? Even if he wrote online articles such as shit, pee, and fart... so at night it became his working time. In order to earn one or two thousand yuan a month, he was inverted day and night, confusing black and white.

"Gu Changjun picked up the long sword on the ground and gently pulled a sword flower..."

Gu Changjun tapped his fingers very quickly. His novel is played with martial arts, and the protagonist also has the same name as him. It is considered a "fan" work. However, even if it is "only on the horse", it writes stories that have been circling in his mind since he was a child. The clicks and subscriptions are still not optimistic. This makes him feel extremely unhappy. He doesn't understand that his name is only one word different from the great director Gu Changwei, and only one word different from the diplomat Gu Weijun of the Republic of China period. How can he be better than these two people?

How far away? But no matter how unhappy he felt, he could only complain in his heart... There was no time. If the number of novel subscriptions is insufficient, if he did not make up for it with the number of words, his income would inevitably drop sharply. He doesn't have a few cents in his hand, so he can't even open a new book. It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he dares... If the new book is not favored by readers, and the subscriptions are insufficient, wouldn't he waste several months in vain? At that time, he might be left home by the landlord because he owes rent.

...

"As soon as I see you, I feel happy without warming up, because there is a tacit understanding between my eyes and ears. Do you know how much I know you, and if I have you, I feel happy..."

...

"Gu Changjun's sword swept into the air..."

Gu Changjun was writing "I" to show his power, and he was about to have a sword shine on the nineteen states, but the phone ring suddenly rang. In the middle of the night, the sudden sound scared him.

"Are you sick? What phone calls in the middle of the night? Don't you know if I'm busy?"

After picking up the phone, looking at the telephone signal, Gu Changjun pressed the answer button, but his tone was very rude.

"Lao Gu? You are Lao Gu, you are really Lao Gu?——"

On the other end of the phone ignored his bad habits, and instead heard a scream, as if he was extremely surprised.

"Nonsense. Of course it's me. What's the name? Are you sick?" Gu Changjun frowned. Of course he knew who was on the other end of the phone. Like him, the guy on the other end was also a writer, and he was very poor and was a little bit better than the guy. The two were also familiar with each other because they were classmates in the same school, brothers in the dormitory, and worked together in the same company for three years. Then, for some reason, the two were laid off together. Later, they couldn't find a job and were desperate, so they almost joined the writer industry together.

"Old Gu, Lao Gu, wuwu..."

Gu Changjun was annoyed because he was interrupted by someone, but what he didn't expect was that there was a crying voice on the other end of the phone... The sound was so heartbroken.

"What's wrong?" Gu Changjun was frightened, "Are you kicked out by the landlord?"

"Woo..." The other end seemed to sniff, "Old Gu - save me!"

"I..." It must be because the new book is not good, and I have no income, so I was kicked out of the house by the landlord. Gu Changjun sighed: "Then come here... Anyway, I only have a bed here, so you can barely squeeze out if you come here to work on the floor."

"No..." The avatar wiped away another tear, "Old Gu, I'm wearing it..."

"Nonsense, could you even take off the door?" Gu Changjun rolled his eyes, "Brother, although we are in a down-and-out position, we are not as good as performing performance art, especially such cheap performance art... you are not that way."

"I said I'm wearing it-" the other end suddenly started screaming.

"I know……"

"Traveling through—"

"Oh? Which dynasty? Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, or Qin, Han, Han, Southern and Northern Dynasties?" Gu Changjun felt that he should comfort his old friend, "Now the time travel tide is fierce, it is easy to get to the topic."

"The Republic of China!" the other end calmed down and said.

"The Republic of China? Why is it the Republic of China again?... the early, mid-term, or late period?" Gu Changjun asked casually.

"Anti-Japanese War!" "Hiss..." pretended to take a breath, and Gu Changjun smacked his lips again, "That was cruel. Didn't I say you, brother, you don't seem to be very good at military literature? It's hard to write about this thing." "I'm now at Chaotianmen Wharf in Chongqing, the Republic of China, and it was August 1938." The other end replied slowly, with a faint sound of grinding teeth.

"Chongqing? So you want to be in the National Government? That's right. Not many of us can endure hardships and endure the cruel class struggle in the future, but the National Government will definitely not have good results... Well, Lao Qin, what are you going to get the end? You will definitely not stay in China, right? Then are you planning to go to Taiwan to make trouble with Chiang Kai-shek, or go to be a rich man elsewhere, or just go to the United States to grab the jobs of Rockefeller and Morgan?" Gu Changjun asked with a smile.

"Old Gu, my phone is almost out of power. I'm now seriously warning you not to talk nonsense to me anymore... I know I may not be able to go back, and you can't save me. But I'm really at Chaotianmen Wharf in Chongqing now, and it's August 1938... I really traveled through time-"

"You really traveled through time?"

"Yeah! Yeah!"

"In other words, you were not kicked out by the landlord, but came to me to have fun in the middle of the night when you were bored?" Old Gu was a little angry. I was busy earning living expenses, so I answered a call to comfort you. You are still playing with me: "Brother, didn't I tell you, don't you know I'm very busy? This is my working time!"

"I've traveled through time--" I understood that Lao Gu still didn't believe it, and the other end yelled in a hurry.

"I've worn it too, and I just broke Ye Gucheng's 'Flying Immortal', but so what?" Old Gu also yelled back.

"You..." The other end choked for a while, and then he spoke again: "Lao Gu, I'm really wearing it. That... If you have time tomorrow, go to my place and help me clean up the things. If you like it, take it. If you don't like it, you can do it at your disposal... Don't tell my family. Others..."

“Dududu…”

"The other party has hung up!"

The mechanical prompt sound rang in my ears. Old Gu was stunned for a moment, then curled his lips.

"We are all writing novels, not April Fool's Day. If you do such a prank, who are you teasing?..."
Chapter completed!