: Three hundred and sixty-seven. Wen Ziying: Provocation

After a period of darkness, Xia Yu saw a desk that was still a little strange.
Wen Ziying is still in her hometown in the country.
On the table, there was a stack of manuscript paper, on the manuscript paper only the words "Lost Road" were written.
This should be the title.
"What kind of story are you going to write?" Xia Yu asked.
He thought that what Wen Ziying was about to write was a love story she was good at, but Wen Ziying's answer exceeded his expectations.
Wen Ziying said: "Five people took a shortcut and found that no matter how they walked, they couldn't go out. They entered the woods next to them and wanted to go straight through, but they were attacked by monsters."
"Terror?" Xia Yu was surprised.
"Yeah." Wen Ziying's tone was calm, she didn't seem to be joking.
After thinking about it, Xia Yu asked: "The hero and the heroine who were on the verge of breaking up have deepened their relationship through layers of catastrophe, and finally managed to escape and return to a good story?"
This is a very routine plot, but most of the best-selling and best-selling movies are like this.
"It's in the front, not in the back." Wen Ziying laughed twice. "The two couples slowly got back together, but they all died."
Wen Ziying continued, with excitement in her words: "I will write a little bit more concealed. I will write about a couple who only cares about each other and a couple with a philanthropic spirit. Then I will write about an ordinary single man."
Xia Yu pondered for a while, and some guessed what Wen Ziying meant.
Sure enough, what Wen Ziying said was similar to what he thought.
Wen Ziying said: "At the beginning of the story, readers will think that I am writing about a subject of mutual understanding, and the two couples will definitely survive. At the middle of the story, the couple who only loved each other has died, and readers will think that I am writing about fraternity. The theme, the couple of Boai will definitely survive, but in the end, the lover of Boai died because of sympathy for the monster, and only ordinary single men survived!"
"Although it feels great from the author's point of view, it seems a bit abusive as a reader." Xia Yu euphemistically reminded Wen Ziying that this might be a hit on the street.
"It doesn't matter, as long as I am happy." Wen Ziying didn't seem to care at all in her words, but Xia Yu sensed some panic from the girl.
It seems that she is still concerned about the sales of the book. After all, the last time I was talked a little bit by a reader, I became so sad.
Wen Ziying had nothing else to do, Xia Yu stood up, walked casually, looking at the surrounding scenery.
It is almost four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun has long gone from the warmth of noon, and the country is even more cold.
When Xia Yu wondered if he could make a fire in the woods behind, Wen Ziying said to him: "Can you go to the city and get me something?"
"Yes." Xia Yu agreed easily, he was worried about what he should do.
He got on the bus to the city and took another taxi. When Xia Yu arrived at Wen Ziying's original residence, the sky was completely dark.
Taking out money from Wen Ziying's pocket, Xia Yu got out of the car and walked into the building.
Opening the door, Xia Yu took out a stack of manuscript paper from the drawer under Wen Ziying's instructions.
Xia Yu glanced at it. It was the manuscript of the former gangster and lady warden. It seemed that Wen Ziying, although her mouth was hard, was honestly prepared to use this love story.
After flipping through it unceremoniously, Xia Yu found that he had written a lot more plots.
"When did you write it?" Xia Yu was surprised, unless Wen Ziying spent time on this book when she was rushing for the manuscript, otherwise there should be no time to write.
After all, she is in the country these days.
It took a long time for Wen Ziying's voice to be heard, and Xia Yu retracted her attention from the manuscript, and sensed Wen Ziying's emotions.
Wen Ziying is...a bit scared at this time?
I just said that when I took the manuscript paper, I was fine, but why did I suddenly become scared?
Looking at the desk, Xia Yu saw the blue letter paper. It was probably the one who sent Wen Ziying to the countryside so depressed that it was not good. The last letter from my pen pal.
Before Xia Yu was about to ask, Wen Ziying's mood returned to normal.
"What's wrong?" Xia Yu didn't ask directly, Wen Ziying didn't know he could feel his emotions.
"Nothing." Wen Ziying's words were also somewhat low.
Sure enough, there are some problems.
Before Xia Yu felt that Wen Ziying hid in the countryside because of that little thing and made fuss too much. Although it is normal for a writer to have a lot of mental stress, his ability to withstand pressure is not so great.
He recalled the information he had previously entrusted Yu Ningmeng to obtain from Wen Ziying's former neighbor.
In the intelligence, neighbors said that sometimes they heard faint crying.
The clue of crying can point to various problems, such as being poor, weak, stupid, etc. Xia Yu has no way of judging something valuable.
Could it be that Wen Ziying is a perfectionist, as long as a book is scolded a little, her mentality will be out of balance?
Xia Yu guessed boredly, put the manuscript paper in the folder, and left the room.
When he came downstairs, he was about to reach out to stop the taxi when he suddenly heard Wen Ziying say: "The one coming on your right is the letter that sent me Bao Huijia last time. Please pay attention."
The TV series "White Bird" failed. Bao Huijia pushed her pot to Wen Ziying. Xia Yu helped her clarify later. Before clarifying, Wen Ziying received a letter of accusation.
Xia Yu guessed at the time that the letter was written by Wen Ziying's neighbor, but now it seems that it is.
Looking at the man who was walking quickly towards him, although he was not tall but he was big, Xia Yu asked Wen Ziying, "What's his situation?"
"After that, he sent me another letter, which happened to catch him." Wen Ziying explained, "He didn't apologize, but felt that I had used the influence of the industry to push everything to Bao Huijia. Bao Huijia said It's true."
Hearing this, Xia Yu carefully looked at the man who came over again. This guy had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he didn't expect that he was still a fan.
The man quickly came to Xia Yu and stopped.
He didn't speak, but stopped in front of Xia Yu and stared at Xia Yu.
Wen Ziying's body is shorter than a man's, so if Xia Yu wants to look at each other without falling into the wind~EbookFREE.me~, she has to raise her head, which is very troublesome.
"What do you want?" Xia Yu asked impatiently.
"For Bao Huijia, don't you have anything to say?" the man asked confidently.
"I have nothing to say to Bao Huijia, but I do to you." Xia Yu replied.
The man was a little surprised and curious, but he quickly adjusted his mentality.
He held his hands, straightened his waist, and looked down at Xia Yu: "What?"
"Sand sculpture." Xia Yu answered with a smile.
"What?" The man couldn't believe his ears.
"Sand sculpture without ears." Xia Yu provokes again.
The man flushed.
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