At eleven o'clock in the night, the whole city is like a panting giant beast, slowly falling asleep amidst the neon lights and traffic.
And Gu Yan was sitting on one of its quietest nerve endings - an old-fashioned rental house with an area of less than 30 square meters.
The dim yellow floor lamp slanted down, like a stage chasing light hitting the only actor.
He curled up in the corner of the sofa, wrapped in an old blanket printed with "The essence of human beings is a repeater", wearing noise-cancelling headphones, and his fingers were tapping on the mechanical keyboard that sounded like it was about to take off.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tat - every blow is filled with the precision and pleasure of venting anger.
On the screen, an article titled "Traditional martial arts is the largest contemporary performance art?"
——Take "Zhengfengtang" as an example" The 10,000-word article has just been successfully published.
The moment he clicked "Send", Gu Yan took off his headphones, took a long breath, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he had just won the United Nations debate competition single-handedly.
