Chapter 20 A soul-searching question! Grasshopper, why do others have mothers but we don’t? Where is our mother?
Xiao Luotian opened his notebook.

The entire audience was in an uproar at this moment!
The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room of the program completely exploded!
Xiao Luotian’s notebook was filled with outlines of many online novels.

From the outline to the details to the plot arrangement, everything is very detailed.

The audience also feels familiar with the plot.

These are the online literary masterpieces that they read back then!
At this moment, countless people felt like they were about to explode!
"Fuck, this online masterpiece was really written by Xiao Luotian?!"

"You must be kidding me. How many online masterpieces has he written? Even online masterpieces!"

"In the past few years, Xiao Luotian has been writing and drawing in his notebook. Is this what he wrote?"

"I thought he was just doing some homework, but I didn't expect that he was actually drafting the outlines for these online masterpieces!"

"It's almost time for what Xiao Luotian said before. Could it be that he was originally planning to start writing these online masterpieces at that time? It's just that this brain cancer... came too quickly!"

The entire live broadcast room was completely blown away by the barrage.

During the past few years of raising Qingli and Qingli, little Luotian had been writing and drawing in a notebook.

Many viewers had no idea what he was writing and drawing before.

I thought he was just doing his homework casually.

But now, the truth of everything has been revealed.

During those years, Xiao Luotian had not accumulated enough savings to get all the equipment.

But it was obvious that he had already started planning all this.

When there was not enough savings to buy a computer and get an internet cable.

He had already written down these online masterpieces in his notebook in advance and had drawn up a detailed outline.

Just waiting for the equipment to arrive and start writing!
If Xiao Luotian had not suffered from brain cancer, perhaps he would really have become the most shining online writer in the whole of China.

Unfortunately, due to the influence of illness, he was ultimately unable to maintain the high quality of these online masterpieces from beginning to end.

Yet many people don’t know this.

What Xiao Luotian was flipping through now were only the pages at the front of his notebook that recorded the relevant information about these online literary masterpieces.

The further you turn to, the more content will shock countless people!
At this time, Xiao Luotian did not continue to flip back.

After Xiao Qingli fell asleep, he continued typing and writing the beginning of his new masterpiece.

One book after another, one book after another...

It was not until night that Xiao Luotian finally stopped coding.

Countless viewers have already felt numb.

Just because of the two beginnings that Xiao Luotian wrote before.

Today, Xiao Luotian actually wrote seven beginnings.

He actually planned to write seven books at the same time, and open them in seven parts!

Many audience members in the audience couldn't help themselves.

"Is he crazy? How could he write so many books at once?"

"How can his body bear writing so many books!"

"Doesn't Xiao Luotian know that his body can't take it? He knows it better than anyone else, but he doesn't have time..."

"Yes, Xiao Luotian has no time, no time at all... He hopes to write more books and make more money in the limited time, and even leave something for Xiao Qingli."

"Perhaps he chose to open seven at a time in order to exercise his brain power. Perhaps, he was also trying to find a way to prolong his life..."

Many viewers originally thought that Xiao Luotian was crazy for writing so many books at one time!
But after thinking about something, everyone fell silent again.

After all, Xiao Luotian really has no time.

He has no choice!

He simply didn't have the time to spend a long time serializing one book and then wait until it was completely finished before starting the next one.

The only option is to split the money in seven parts at a time like I am doing now, which may leave more savings for Xiao Qingli.

Even exercising his brain in this way might help him recover from brain cancer.

Even though many people know that this kind of help may be minimal...

Many people couldn't help but sigh even more when they thought of this.

The host on the stage was silent for a while.

The whole person couldn't help but feel very embarrassed. He had said before that Xiao Luotian must have tried to write online articles and found that he couldn't make money.

After having hope and then feeling despair, one gives up on oneself.

Now it turns out that Xiao Luotian has written so many great online works.

How is it possible not to make money!

Even in that era, the number of paying readers was far less than it is now, and the payment rate of readers was also very low, but these online literary masterpieces were enough to provide Xiao Luotian with a considerable income.

This forced him to just shut up at this moment.

Luo Qingli, who was sitting in the guest seats, saw this scene on the screen.

The complexity in his eyes lingered for a long time.

……

The image of particles passing through the exposure device continues.

Xiao Luotian spent every day like this after that.

He has dropped out of school and stays at home, typing away like crazy every day, writing these online masterpieces.

During this process, you must constantly resist various reactions of brain cancer, such as headaches, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, etc.

The rest of the time was spent preparing milk powder, jam and cooking for Xiao Qingli, taking care of Xiao Qingli.

Xiao Luotian took the trial drugs on time.

After completing a course of treatment, continue to take the next course, or wait for the new medicine to come out before trying a new medicine.

And in the daily coding process.

Xiao Luotian not only has to overcome the impact of brain cancer.

Such a large amount of typing also puts a heavy strain on his fingers.

You know, he is still a child after all.

Many adults may not be able to withstand such high-intensity typing, let alone a child like him!
When my fingers ache again and again.

Xiao Luotian could only soak his hands in warm water to relieve the pain.

Then I continued coding day after day.

Now, the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but feel a little bit sorry for what was happening.

"Little Luotian is still so young, his finger joints haven't even fully developed yet, but he has to type on the keyboard so intensively every day. It's really too much of a strain."

"If it weren't for the particle past exposure device that showed Xiao Luotian's original scene, I would have no idea that it is so difficult for online writers."

"Yeah, looking back, when I saw these online masterpieces fail in the later stages, I cursed them several times. Now I feel really ashamed."

"I will never ask for more updates from now on. I will read as much as they write."

"That's right. I won't scold them or urge them to update anymore. I didn't expect it to be so difficult for them."

The audience saw how difficult it was for Xiao Luotian at this moment.

Let them know this too.

It turns out that all this is so difficult.

……

In the picture, time flies, and another half a year has passed.

Half a year later, Xiao Luotian's condition was visibly getting worse.

But he kept it together and didn't let Xiao Qingli see it.

And little Qingli is now old enough to go to kindergarten.

With Xiao Luotian's efforts over the past six months, it was naturally not difficult to send her to kindergarten.

Every day, Xiao Luotian would personally pick up and drop off Xiao Qingli from school.

Holding her little hand, he glared fiercely at those hooligans and homeless people who had bad intentions.

It’s just that little Qingli had attended kindergarten for a few days.

One day, Xiang asked Xiao Luotian a question that he didn't know how to answer.

"Kiddy, why do others have mothers but we don't? Where is your mother?"

(End of this chapter)