Crazy Psychologist

After wasting a day in the hospital, Liu Yun didn't bother to have dinner when he got home. He sat in front of the computer and started working.

A previous article mentioned that civilization T204 was in trouble. What kind of trouble was it?

The initial setting is that the captain's biological daughter suffers from a rare disease, and the captain is determined to find a suitable treatment on a new planet.

Putting the daughter's rescue in the context of interstellar immigration is originally a more agreeable design. Although it is a bit cliché, as part of an important emotional branch, it is more able to arouse the sympathy of readers.

When readers lament the fragility of life and how advanced technology cannot solve the problem of separation of flesh and blood, this novel is half the battle.

After writing more than two thousand words with all my heart, my hands began to tremble again, like chicken feet that were wound up.

Liuyun had no choice but to stand up and did a few push-ups against the wall.

"one two three"

After doing several sets in a row, my mind is still confused. The description of rusty gears is really suitable. I don’t know which author came up with it.

In order to write more, Liu Yun went to the refrigerator to get a can of Coke.

Click, the steaming carbonated drinks densely penetrated into Liu Yun's stomach, and he suddenly felt a little better.

Although I clearly know that relying on Coke is not a good thing, what can I do? The life of a writer is not easy. It is not as free, romantic, and unrestrained as everyone thinks.

Writers need strict self-discipline!

It's not as easy as those college students and recently graduated kids think. Do you think that just writing an online article will become popular, become a best-selling author, and have countless fans?

dream?

Liuyun is different. He has never dreamed about it since the first day he entered the industry. Diligence and hard work are his mottos.

After drinking the Coke, there are still ten minutes to go until eight o'clock in the evening.

Liu Yun opened the forum to read the novels he had published before. Posting novels on the website can always get feedback from readers the fastest. This is much better than publishing a physical book and not knowing what readers think for a long time.

Of course, there are also bad things. For example, Liu Yun was so angry that he almost drank the rest of the Coke in one go.

[Probably only the author himself knows what he is writing. In the end, it turns out that Luoluo is a robot. He took such a long detour because he thought his writing was good. 】

Although there are many readers below who say they like the novel "Believe in the Past" very much. The author's writing style is delicate and delicate, almost like a female author.

But this comment was like a whip full of thorns, hitting Liu Yun's back. He couldn't forget this comment.

There have been negative reviews before, isn’t this a common thing?

Liu Yun comforted himself, how could there be any work that only some people said was good but no one said it was bad?

You are no longer a novice. If you can become restless over such a trivial matter, how can you survive in the online literary world in the future?

Just like eating one rotten melon seed, you need to eat ten more fresh melon seeds to make up for the bad taste.

Liu Yun read the comments at the front of the novel over and over again, trying to forget the bad ones.

However, not only did it have no effect, on the contrary, he became more and more uncomfortable. The comments that originally seemed to be good, as well as some neutral comments, such as: the writing is good and the story is pretty good.

Even such comments seemed sarcastic to him.

So, I spent the whole night struggling with these comments and reading my novel over and over to see what was wrong with it.

Time passed by, and at one o'clock in the night, he lay down on the bed with his tired and weak body.

Unable to sleep, I tossed and turned, drank some hot water, but still couldn't stop my brain from running useless.

Idling is this state.

Messy thoughts are worthless.

Wait until dawn, Liuyun gets up at five o'clock and starts writing.

After a night of insufficient sleep and a depressed mood, the efficiency of the day is also very low.

——

"It's not like this has happened before, but I didn't pay much attention to it."

"A writer is not as glamorous as he looks."

Muchun sighed and served Liuyun a cup of coffee.

"Director Mu is going to work alone today?"

Liuyun was a little embarrassed. He didn't want to come to the hospital on Saturday morning. All other departments in the hospital were resting, and there were only a few nurses in the emergency department.

Compared to Thursday, the entire hospital felt like a sweet sleep.

"Dr. Chu is here too. I don't know where he is now. By the way, she seems to have read your novel."

"How could it be? Doctors would also like to read my novels?"

"It's not that I like reading. Their families seem to be familiar with publishing houses. I wonder how many publishing houses there are? Are they all familiar with their families?"

Are you kidding? There are so many large and small publishing houses. How can a doctor be familiar with them all?

Besides, who doesn’t want to be familiar with the publishing house, even if they have a better relationship with the editor-in-chief?

"She didn't say she liked watching it, she just watched a little bit."

After hearing what Muchun said, Liu Yun couldn't wait to know the doctor's evaluation of his novel.

"So, someone is talking nonsense in your novel. Some people just like to pretend to understand and talk nonsense."

Liuyun didn't expect Muchun to say that.

"Yes. No, I can't say it's nonsense. In fact, it makes some sense. Maybe it's just poorly written."

"You are a science fiction expert, how could you not write well and win an award?"

"That's nothing."

"Why doesn't it count? The most annoying thing is those who pretend to understand. They also demand that science fiction should be like popular science, that Arthur Clark is a British scientist, that Asimov is also a chemistry major after all, and that big Liu is a physics teacher, while others write science fiction novels that are all kinds of pseudoscience, often using theories such as hairless black holes and dark forests to scare people."

"It's science that black holes have no hair. Hawking explained this theory very clearly."

"Yes, there are still people who always use the dark forest theory, making dark forests everywhere."

Liu Yun laughed, "This is true. Ever since Liu won the Hugo Award, it has become like this. "The Three-Body Problem" has become popular, and the dark forest has become a kind of... you know."

Muchun slapped the table.

"I understand, I understand, that's what it is."

The two understood each other and laughed.

I didn’t expect a doctor to know so much.

"If you encounter comments like this in the future, just scold him. You're welcome. You writers are too focused on image."

Muchun lazily leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes, as if he had forgotten that there was a patient sitting across from him.

The autumn sunshine shone on his body, and the flowing clouds from lack of sleep made him sleepy.

"Get some sleep."

In a daze, he seemed to hear such a sentence, so he lay on the table and fell asleep.