After I fell asleep, the world began to worship my waistcoat.
I grew up as a scholar from a poor family, but I wrote poems casually and became a literary saint;
Dressed as a young man from the Republic of China, I wrote a novel that shocked the whole of Shanghai;
Dressed as a future military officer, I hummed a poem to the starry sky and was recorded in the history of human civilization.
In reality, I am just a street writer.
But when I write using the skills I learned in my dreams——
Publishers are scrambling for the title, film and television companies are charging sky-high prices, and readers are crying for updates.
I thought I was just "borrowing" other people's life stories in my dreams.
Until I saw the poem written by "me" in a history book;
In the archives of the Republic of China, I found the pen name used by "I";
On the future timeline, "my" interstellar number was found...
Those handed down works that changed the times have different signatures and different handwriting.
But every stroke is my soul.
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It's a cheating life every night. When I wake up, the whole world is looking for my vest.
