: Four hundred and twenty-four. Wen Ziying: The task will be over

　　 Facing Xia Yu’s doubts, Wen Ziying replied:
It’s too heavy, the morning award winner, what dystopian modern literary master, I’m just an ordinary literary girl!

　　 "Really preparing to seal the pen?" Xia Yu asked.
　　 "Tomorrow I will have a press conference!" Wen Ziying replied firmly.
　　 "You won't regret anything?" Xia Yu asked again. It’s better to ask questions at this time than to regret after a while.
　　 "If I left before, it might be a bit regrettable. Now that I have got the morning awards, what am I sorry for?" Wen Ziying asked back.
　　 "When you make a thorough decision, I will introduce you to work." Xia Yu promised.
　　 "Okay." Wen Ziying agreed, "Quickly throw away the manuscript paper, let's play the game!"
　　 picked up the manuscript paper in front of him, Xia Yu threw them into the trash can, picked up Wen Ziying's notebook and started the game.
　　 After playing until the morning, Xia Yu returned to her body.
　　 Wen Ziying stood up and stretched.
　　 Although she stayed up all night, she didn't feel tired.
　　 opened the cabinet, she took out the manuscript paper inside.
　　 In this, she wrote the beginning of novels, prose poems and so on.
　　 took out these manuscript papers, Wen Ziying found a cardboard box and put them in. She opened another locked drawer and took out all the original manuscripts of the novel so far and threw it into the cardboard box.
　　 holding the cardboard box, she came to the yard.
　　 "Miss." The nanny came up to help, but Wen Ziying refused.
　　 Put down the cardboard box, Wen Ziying and the nanny asked for a lighter to set the manuscript paper on fire.
　　 The flame burned the air, and the black ashes floated upward, rose into the air, and disappeared.
　　 The ashes in Wen Ziying's heart also slowly dispersed and melted.
　　 When her father was still there, she liked to write essays about stories, because it would please her mother, but when her father died, everything changed.
　　 Although Wen Ziying would still see a happy smile when handing over the written things to her mother, she knew that her mother was not happy for her, but for the publication of the manuscript.
　　 After such a period of time, when she was young, she had no passion and inspiration to create, but what followed was the oppression of her mother.
　　 Writing has changed from a happy thing to a sparse and ordinary thing, and then to a thing accompanied by pain.
　　 Until now, when she dreamed back at midnight, Wen Ziying still felt fear for the situation back then.
　　 She wrote a lot of prose and poems, but she didn't dare to submit one, because she wrote this when she was a child. Whenever she failed to submit a paper, her mother would press her on the small table and let her reflect.
　　 So deliberately avoiding it, Wen Ziying thought that she had forgotten what she had done when she was a child, and that she had regained her enthusiasm for writing.
However, because of the adaptation of "White Bird" half a year ago, because of something that was not written in a book, she was crusade on the Internet, blocked at the door of her house, and accused in the letter, which made Wen Ziying feel the fear again. The passion for writing, she struggled to find new experiences, not to write better stories, but to avoid blame.
　　 She hates the job, the tear-filled manuscript paper, the pen held by the red hands, the low table that needs to bend down hard, and the surrounding sounds.
　　 "Madam." The voice of the nanny woke up Wen Ziying.
　　 Looking towards the door, Wen Ziying saw her mother Bian Guping.
　　 Bian Guping stood beside the threshold, staring at the burning manuscript blankly.
　　 "Look at my mom." Wen Ziying said to the nanny.
　　 She stepped forward, returned to the room, and took out the morning prize trophy.
　　 She stuffed the trophy into Bian Guping's arms: "This is for you, what you always wanted."
　　 Without looking at Bian Guping’s reaction, Wen Ziying walked out of the house. She took out the bicycle from the garage and galloped on the village trail, venting her emotions.
　　 At noon, it was almost time to vent his emotions, and Wen Ziying returned home.
　　 When she passed Bian Guping's door, she looked inside. Bian Guping did not stare at the chrysanthemum in the yard today, but stared at the morning prize trophy.
　　 Wen Ziying can't remember how her mother was crazy, the only memory is the scattered paper scraps all over the floor, torn up, is the mother's most proud of writing chrysanthemum prose.
　　 Withdrawing her eyes, she went to the kitchen, took some things to satisfy her hunger, and returned to the bedroom.
　　 first called the publisher to talk about the decision, and Wen Ziying posted another post on the forum.
　　 After she was done, she lost her phone and she was completely relaxed.
　　 Stop writing novels, what should I do next? She thought.
　　 In the days before, she was either writing novels or conceiving novels every day, occasionally playing games to paralyze herself, and nothing else.
　　 Now there is no need to write novels, and most of my life is spared.
　　 After searching inwardly for a while, Wen Ziying found something interesting.
　　 Who is the guy who claims to be a double messenger?
　　 At this time, the stand-in messenger Xia Yu was watching the post that Wen Ziying had just posted.
　　 Xia Yu's first reaction was to sigh: I really closed the pen.
　　 Then, he thought of his mission.
　　 introduces Wen Ziying to work at Yu's house. Even if the task of guiding Wen Ziying's life is completed, the star fragments can be obtained immediately.
　　 He smiled.
　　 "What are you happy about?" Xu Youxiang handed the potato chips to him.
　　 "Something will finally have a result." Xia Yu opened his mouth, bit Xu Youxiang's finger while biting the potato chips.
　　 ate the potato chips from Xu Youxiang on the left, and An Siyao on the right handed them apple chips again.
　　 Put the apple slice in Xia Yu's mouth, An Siyao immediately withdrew her hand, fearing that Xia Yu would bite her.
　　 But she can escape her fingers, she can't escape her face.
　　 Hu Lianglu, who was opposite the three of them, looked at Xia Yu coldly and hugged her left and right.
　　 "What has been done?" Xu Youxiang asked again.
　　 Xia Yu thought about it~EbookFREE.me~ replied: "A game account matter."
　　 The game account is a secret word, and An Siyao and Xu Youxiang both know it.
　　 "Have you another woman?" Xu Youxiang closed her hand and made Xia Yu bite.
　　 "No, I am happy that I can get one thing, one that is more magical, but I don't know what it is." Xia Yu said to the two.
　　 "What is it, I bought it for you." An Siyao tried to use money to please Xia Yu.
　　 "It's not an ordinary thing. If you can see it, I will let you see it when I get it."
　　 Closed with the two for a while, Xia Yu came to Xu Youxiang's body, he had to start work, the research on the gradual cold syndrome drug has not yet been completed.
　　 In the afternoon, during a break, Xia Yu generously used Xu Youxiang's body to read Xu Youxiang's sealing pen to announce.
　　 "You still have a leg with a school girl!" Xu Youxiang snorted, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "You said that completion is to help her withdraw from the literary circle?"
　　 "Yeah." Xia Yu nodded, "I am going to introduce her to Yu Ningmeng as a translator. Don't worry, I won't come forward."
　　 Xia Yu thought, after the introduction, the star fragments will probably be available.
　　
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