Ma Yunfeng suddenly mentioned the end of the world in 2012, and I couldn’t continue writing.
Because of this stuff, there have been rumors in those years about Mayan prophecies, world restarts, human extinction, civilization destruction...
I told Ma Yunfeng, don’t believe this kind of thing. The world has been destroyed so many times since childhood. I remember when I was in elementary school, I picked up a note on the road saying that the world will be destroyed in 2000 and the earth will be destroyed. Explosion, everyone will be dead by then.
I was naive and worried for a long time at that time, counting on my fingers whether I would be able to afford a helicopter in 2000, and then I would fly away in a helicopter.
It wasn’t until I grew up that I realized that helicopters can’t fly very high at all.
Besides, if the earth really explodes, it would be useless to give me a spaceship, let alone a helicopter. Even running to the moon would be useless.
So I don’t believe in the idea that the world will end in 2012, but there are too many rumors on the Internet, so I keep mumbling in my heart.
At this time, Ma Yunfeng became more energetic. He pulled me over and started talking in plain English, analyzing the end of the world for me, as if it was true.
I told him that if the end of the world really happened, I would have to write a novel quickly and try to publish it before the end of the world.
Otherwise, my writing will really be in vain.
Ma Yunfeng scratched his head and said that it might be okay, because there may be parallel universes in this world, and if one is destroyed, there will be another.
I told you to just lie about it. Where does the parallel universe come from? It's all unproven and deceptive.
Ma Yunfeng said no. Think about it, there are many evidences of parallel universes in this world, such as dragons, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, gods, and the underworld... These are not from our world, they are all from another world. A space-time dimension can also be understood as a parallel universe.
This was true, but I was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so I raised my head and shouted to Uncle Ma.
"Uncle Ma, are the Mayan predictions about the end of the world true or false?"
Uncle Ma was peeing in the toilet. When he heard this, he didn't even look back and said something drunkenly.
"Don't believe what Westerners say."
His slow words contained no unnecessary words, and Ma Yunfeng and I both closed our mouths at the same time.
Otherwise, it would have to be Uncle Ma. So many people have been debating this topic on the Internet for several years. When it comes to Uncle Ma, the conclusion is given in less than ten words.
Ma Yunfeng blinked and said, "But Uncle Ma, someone said that the ancestors of the Mayans were probably Chinese."
Uncle Ma shook a few times, then pulled up his pants and came out of the toilet, and said something else.
"It's possible, but I don't believe it's the end of the world. Don't listen to them. Hu Lele, we are such a big China, in heaven and on earth, even Grandpa Daozu has never said anything about the end of the world. Who do they think they are?"
Regardless of whether it's true or not, what Uncle Ma said was so powerful that Xiao Ma and I couldn't help but give him a thumbs up at the same time.
Actually, I don’t believe in the end of the world. It’s September now and the world is beautiful. Where is the end of the world?
But I was still curious in my heart, so in the days that followed, I unknowingly accelerated my writing speed, thinking about publishing my first "masterpiece" before the end of the world.
It’s true that my thoughts must have echoes. I was thinking about this for the past two days, and then I talked about it with my friends in the gang in the game.
Because I was the gang leader, everyone started to discuss it enthusiastically. As a result, one person knew the website editor and gave me several submission numbers at once.
Note that it is the editor number of several websites.
After many years, I only remember two of them: 550982632...795356192...
I didn't understand it at the time, so I dragged the document into the mailbox anxiously, then entered a few editing numbers and chose to send it in bulk.
But this group message was actually visible to all recipients, but I didn’t know it at the time.
So I waited for two days and no one answered me. It was only on the third day that an editor responded.
He only replied to me with five words: Please ask colleagues to handle it.
At that time, I still didn’t understand why I had to ask my colleagues to handle it. Who were my colleagues?
It took me several minutes to figure it out. I am sorry that my submission was submitted to the editors of several different websites at the same time, and it was public, and everyone could see it...
I was extremely embarrassed at the time, and the only editor who responded to me had an online name: Honest Monk.
A few years later, he was already the vice president of an online writing company, and we became friends. We sat down to have dinner together and talked about the embarrassing things from that year, and everyone couldn't stop laughing.
Therefore, my writing journey has been quite bumpy. I experienced the end of the world before it was published, and my submissions failed. I also had a lot of mistakes picked up by another editor.
I was also angry, so I threw the novel away again and followed Uncle Ma out to visit the brothel.
Ah, no... I'm going to the park!
On a whim that day, I also brought the Xunlong Ruler that I hadn't used for a long time. Because the weather had been nice recently, I thought I had ignored him for a long time and went out to have some fun.
When we arrived at the park, Uncle Ma went to watch the old ladies dance.
I took out the Xunlong Ruler under the shade of the tree and played with him there, letting him breathe in the fresh air in the park and absorb the spiritual energy of the world outside.
I was also free, so I took the Xunlong Ruler and asked.
"King Qinglong, King Qinglong, where can you point Uncle Ma?"
"Xunlong Ruler, Xunlong Ruler, guess which old lady Uncle Ma has fallen in love with again?"
"Master Qing, don't make trouble...Why are you pointing fingers at me again? I was wrong. I won't let you point fingers at old ladies..."
I was having a great time playing with Xunlong Ruler when a kid came up next to me. He was also in his twenties. He had a tuft of yellow hair on his head and looked like he wanted to be beaten.
I know this person, he lives in the same building as me, and he can be considered a neighbor, but I don’t know him well, just to say hello when I meet him or something.
He asked me with a shy face: "Brother, what are you doing? You are so smart, and you can still move around according to your words?"
I glanced at him: "It's amazing, it's fun, haven't you seen it?"
He nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, I haven't seen it. It's so fun."
I smiled proudly: "This is called the Xunlong Ruler. There is a dragon living in it. He listens to whatever I say... Of course, sometimes he doesn't listen. He is very powerful. He can tell fortunes, judge events, predict good and bad luck, and... I can find lost things and I can see the yin and yang of Feng Shui.”
His eyes lit up and he asked quickly.
"It's so awesome. I want to get one too. Where did you buy it?"
"How can you say you bought it? This is a spiritual object. You have to say you asked for it."
"Yes, yes, brother, how much did you pay for it?"
"More than a hundred yuan..."
"Where did you invite me?"
"If you want it, I'll send you a link..."
I was just too full to make trouble for myself, so I gave him the link.
What I was thinking about this thing is that since this person came to ask, maybe he is destined to do it. Even if he looks like that, there might be some dragon clan who is proud of his style?
As a result, this guy bought the Xunlong Ruler on the same day. After receiving the goods a few days later, he was playing with it at home and couldn't figure it out, so he came to ask me.
This time, it almost made me angry to death.
