一我是一个畅销书作家。二曾经的。现在生意不好做了。写的书没人看,也不是,印出来总会有人看的。事实是,我写的书,都找不着地方出版。畅销书作家,就是等着过气的。我已经过气了。所以我在微博上写下了一条:“期待我的新作吧。”没有人留言。但有人来敲门。三我穿得有些邋遢。洗衣机磨透的睡衣,底子断成两截的塑料拖鞋。全身都在下垂,包括脸。 I am a bestseller. Second, once. Now the business is not done. No one to read the book to read, nor is it, there will always be printed. The truth is, the books I write can not be found anywhere. The bestseller is waiting for gas. I’m already out of breath So I wrote down a microblogging: “Look forward to my new work. ” Nobody left a message. But someone knocks on the door. Three I am wearing some dirty. Washed through the washing machine pajamas, broken into two halves of the base of plastic slippers. The whole body is drooping, including the face.