Chapter 215: You're lying to me

After finishing talking, Han Shuo turned back and ignored her, looking like he was going to sleep.
"Hey! You..." Chen Xiaoqian lay down angrily, muttering and scolding Han Shuo in a low voice, like a mosquito humming, making Han Shuo sleepless.
Han Shuo turned his back on his back, his face helpless.
He wanted to say something to Chen Xiaoqian, but when things developed to such a point, he had absolutely nothing to say.
At this time, the moonlight was bright outside the window, and Chen Xiaoqian didn't feel a bit sleepy at all. He just stared at the moon outside the window in a daze with wide eyes, and looked at Han Shuo after a long time.
Chen Xiaoqian lowered his voice and asked cautiously, "Han Shuo, are you asleep?"
Han Shuo was still motionless on his back and did not respond.
Upon seeing this, Chen Xiaoqian was a little relieved, and then chatted to Han Shuo: "Today’s moon is as round as the first time you stayed in my room... I’m sorry, I lied to you, you It must be sad... if you are lying to me now..."
After talking, Chen Xiaoqian looked at the moon and began to be silent.
She is not smart, she always messes things up. It is also her fault to exile Han Shuo this time. Han Shuo does not really mean anything to her... right?
Chen Xiaoqian thought about many things, thought of the single mother-child of more than 20 years in the previous life, and thought of creating so many characters in his pen...
She even began to wonder if other scripts she had written had themselves become a world? Is every character in it so fresh?
It's like no one she met here, especially Han Shuo...
Later, Chen Xiaoqian's thoughts inevitably returned to her and Han Shuo.
Even Tianmaxingkong thought, if she crossed Chen Chuchu's body, would it be easier?
But when thinking of Chen Chuchu, Chen Xiaoqian felt blocked in his heart again.
"Han Shuo..." Chen Xiaoqian didn't look at Han Shuo but looked at the moon outside the window without blinking his eyes. After thinking for a long time, he felt that there really wasn't much to say, so he called Han Shuo again. name.
"Han Shuo..."
On the bed not far from Chen Xiaoqian, Han Shuo with his back on his back opened his eyes, and his back was a little bit painful because he was too straight and tight, but he didn't know it, and a pair of lights flashed in the darkness His eyes are full of complex looks.
Seeing that Han Shuo did not respond, Chen Xiaoqian seemed to be really asleep, so he couldn’t help but sucked his nose and said:
Actually, I know I’m bad, I shouldn’t treat you like that...but I can’t help it. ..."
What can she do?
Especially under such circumstances, should she watch Han Shuo die like the original plot?
Rather than Han Shuo dying, Chen Xiaoqian would rather kick him out before things have happened.
It is a pity that with Han Shuo's temper and ability, it is impossible for her to be so easily controlled by her.
Even if she has a certain prophetic ability to the storyline, but she is a person living in a modern and peaceful age, all her thoughts are usually spent on writing the play itself.
Chen Xiaoqian felt that she was able to set up to banish Han Shuo, and already spent more than half of her brain cells. Now facing such a situation, Chen Xiaoqian really has no way.
"You said you..." Chen Xiaoqian paused when he was here, and thought about it for a long time before continuing: "What are you doing so terribly? What a straight male cancer, I don't even listen to my explanation...but also It's all my fault, I shouldn't let you suffer like this..."
When she was a screenwriter in the past, although Chen Xiaoqian really loved every character she wrote, but the text was ultimately a text, Han Shuo was only a thin word in her script.
Now that I have seen Han Shuo himself and have been with Han Shuo for so long, Chen Xiaoqian only knows how cruel the settings he gave him.
Han Shuo was a talented man with outstanding talents, good demeanor, and martial arts. The officials and people of Xuanhu City all praised him. He looked forward to the young king's success in bringing Xuanhu City to his glory.
But all this came to an abrupt end when Han Shuo was the most wanton boy of Guanghua.
At the age of 16, Han Shuo was diagnosed with a heart disease, and all the doctors concluded that he could not live until he was twenty. Such a thing is undoubtedly cruel for a young man with a distinguished and distinguished mind.
When he was a teenager, Han Shuo looked forward to the future like a normal young man. He also traversed the entire Xuanhu City like a blazing fire. He also wrote a splendid article by pouring wine and ink. Come to Manlou Red Sleeve...
The young man was arrogant and proud, but was told that his life was about to die. Every day in the future seemed to be counting days, and every day might be his own sacrifice day.
Although such an experience was written from Chen Xiaoqian's pen, in reality, Chen Xiaoqian is hard to imagine.
Life is suffering, birth, old age, sickness, death, parting love, resentment, begging, cannot let go...
Counting it down carefully, Han Shuo in the original script actually filled this life with all its sufferings.
If she had not given Han Shuo such a setting, Han Shuo would certainly not have developed such a temperament.
Han Shuo, who was lying on the bed with his back to Chen Xiaoqian, listened to Chen Xiaoqian's words, but his brows were deeply frowned.
Speaking of which, Chen Xiaoqian sighed slightly, and then said frustratedly: "Hey, forget it..."
Dig the pit and fill it by yourself.
Han Shuo listened to Chen Xiaoqian's nagging and said a lot, but there was no response from beginning to end.
Chen Xiaoqian couldn't sleep because of the hard floor, so he stood up cautiously and sneaked to Han Shuo's bed. He carefully looked at Han Shuo's face with the remaining light in the room.
Han Shuo's appearance is really good-looking. Although exquisite, even with his eyes closed, he can see that he is a very powerful person.
In her description of Han Shuo, almost every word is reflected in Han Shuo's face, and all the suffering she brought to Han Shuo for the plot is also presented in his life.
Feeling Chen Xiaoqian's breath was beside him, Han Shuo couldn't help holding his breath.
But Chen Xiaoqian stood there without any movement from beginning to end.
On the other side, after Pei Heng returned to Pei Mansion, he sat down in front of the piano and stayed in the middle of the night. His face was painful from beginning to end.
Today, every word that Han Shuo said to him has been echoed in his ears like a ghost, and one sentence is enough to smash his proud self-esteem.