"Should be very proud?"

Mi Hu glanced at Liu Jingting and asked. As the first reader to finish reading this novel, he felt a little proud when he saw that the novel was so popular that he could not help but lifted the vulnerable ban on Liu Jingting long ago.

Liu Jingting smiled and said, "It's unexpected, but it's reasonable."

Mi Hu curled his lips, but did not refute anything. He sighed inexplicably and said, "Because I was busy reviewing, I watched it in a hurry for the first time. After the college entrance examination, I will read it carefully again." As he said, he looked at Liu Jingting in a blink of an eye and asked sincerely: "Lian Nishang and Zhuo Yihang are really over that? Or will there be other explanations in the Seven Swords?"

Liu Jingting thought for a while and said, "Later, the flowers bloomed."

"Hao Epiphyllum blooms?" Mihu said in surprise, and suddenly frowned again, "I've really waited for fifty or sixty years?"

Liu Jingting's mind quickly passed through a scene of giving flowers in "Seven Swords": [The white-haired witch's eyes shone and asked, "Are these two flowers picked?" Zhang Huazhao replied respectfully: "It was picked by my disciple. I gave it to you by the order of Senior Zhuo." The white-haired witch took off the two flowers, but still put them in a silk bag, and did not take them out. She sighed: "It is hard for him to remember a joke seventy years ago so clearly. I just turned 100 years old today, so what do you want this Uemacea to do?"]

At the end of "Green Hair", Zhuo Yihang once instructed Xin Longzi to send Umecha to Lian Nishang after his death. Later, after several changes, Xin Longzi became a good and evil character. Zhang Huazhao, one of the seven swords, received Zhuo Yihang's will and sent Umecha to the white-haired witch.

"More than sixty years." Liu Jingting shook his head and said.

"Um?"

"There will be a chapter behind the Seven Swords to write about this matter, in short," Liu Jingting smiled apologetically, "Anyway, it's not the ending you thought."

Mihu glared and asked, "What's the ending I want?"

"Zhuo Yihang waited for the flowers to bloom. Due to some special reason, Utan opened early. Zhuo Yihang and the flowers arrived at Tianshan Mountain. The two met with tears."

Mihu said disdainfully: "I am not as vulgar as you think."

Liu Jingting looked at the girl with a smile and signaled her to express her thoughts.

Mihu said with a longing look on his face: "The flowers should bloom early, or just don't wait that long. The flowering period will be set for ten years. Zhuo Yihang struggled to stay for ten years and finally waited for the euphratum to bloom. The middle-aged uncle with deep affection picked the flowers and pedaled up to the Tianshan Mountains. However, Lian Nishang still refused to meet him. Zhuo Yihang stood in front of Lian Nishang's door for three days and three nights."

"It's better to snow a little bit." Liu Jingting interrupted.

Mi Hu nodded and continued, "But the white-haired witch did not go out after all. She stood alone in front of the window, quietly staring at the man in the snow. After three days, the man's hair was all gray!"

Liu Jingting laughed and said, "Absolutely! Wait, it won't be snowflakes?"

Mihu shook his head and said, "Of course not. Why is it unfair to just let Lian Nishang have white hair for love?"

Liu Jingting thought about it carefully and said seriously: "Maybe the shampoo used by Zhuo Yihang is good."

Mi Hu couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't interrupt. After listening to me, the white-haired Zhuo Yihang, who had been standing for three days, finally realized the mood of Lian Nishang, and left the flowers outside the door and floated down the mountain. At this time, Lian Nishang's door opened with a creaking sound, and heavy snow rushed over the door. The white-haired witch was wearing white clothes, looking at the bright red in the snow, and was stunned. The story came to an abrupt end."

Liu Jingting clapped his hands and praised: "This is good too."

Mihu raised his head proudly.

"The afternoon walk is over and I'm going to go back to work."

Liu Jingting nodded, Mi Hu took a few steps, suddenly turned around and asked, "Remember what you said once, I was in the third year of high school. Have you ever been to the third year of high school?"

Liu Jingting showed a shameless smile, Mihu "cut" and turned around and left.

"Senior high school, I have to go to self-study on Saturdays. Who would want to reread it?" Liu Jingting said to himself, strode back to the dormitory. As soon as he arrived at the door of the dormitory, he heard a rumbling of arguments coming from inside:

"It may not be good to be together, it may not be bad not to be together. Not to say that this is a work of art, even in real life, the same is true."

This anxious voice came from Zhao Kan.

"I just want to read the novel to make a great comedy. Zhuo Yihang won't push Lian Nishang down, but in the end he was not even together, which made me so angry that I was so angry that I was so angry that I was going to fight him alone."

This sound does not belong to Xiaoshu or Sun Xinyang, but should be a classmate who came to visit other dormitories.

"Vulgar, vulgar," Zhao Kan rebuked with a heartbroken look, "The happy ending is an idol drama. The author's arrangement has other profound meanings, and you may not understand it even if you tell me."

"I don't care about the deep meaning, call the author to me, and I want to fight him one-on-one."

"You call it a yarn, maybe the author will be outside the door."

Before Zhao Kan finished speaking, Liu Jingting pushed the door open and asked with a smile: "What are you talking about? It's so enthusiastic?"

"Aren't you a date? Why are you back so soon?" Yu Xiaoshu, who was half lying on the bed, asked with a malicious look on his face.

Liu Jingting pointed at him, slapped, and then asked Zhao Kan: "What were you talking about so loudly just now?"

A layer of sweat oozed from Zhao Kan's forehead, and he looked solemn, and replied, "I'm talking about "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch."

"Oh, this book has been quite popular recently."

Zhao Kan leaned over and took a book from the bed, shook it in front of Liu Jingting, and said with a smug look: "I am one of the first batch of people who have obtained the book. If you want to read it, you can lend it to you."

Liu Jingting took the book as if he was looking, pretended to be serious and commented: "Zhanghui novels have a strong ancient language."

Zhao Kan said: "It is a highly tempered modern vernacular. Even if primary school students read it, there will be no dyslexia."

Liu Jingting nodded and asked, "Then what are you arguing about just now?"

"You haven't read a book yet, so I won't tell you." Zhao Kan said principlefully.

"Oh." Liu Jingting sat back on his bed tactfully, and did not discuss anything about the novel with Zhao Kan. Until before going to bed at night, Zhao Kan finally couldn't help it and said, "I said Liu Jingting, where did you see it?"

Liu Jingting was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Zhao Kan was trying to find someone to chat with. Anyone who had read a novel would have this kind of experience. Whenever he finished reading a work that touched him deeply, he would always think about finding someone to talk and express his feelings with all his heart.

"I just finished the 26th chapter, I practiced the black clothes and black hair," Liu Jingting didn't finish his words, but the phone suddenly rang. It was Gong Chengen's call. Liu Jingting waved to Zhao Kan, signaled to wait, and then answered.

"Mr. Gu, Qianqian and I will go to Yuehe No. 1 Middle School tomorrow to find you. Are you free?"

"Ah? Oh, some."

"Okay, let's do it first, meet and chat."

As soon as Liu Jingting hung up the phone, Zhao Kan hurried over to chat with Liu Jingting. Then, by chance, Sun Xinyang came back from outside with a sad look on his face.

Zhao Kan's words reached his throat, swallowed them again, and asked Sun Xinyang: "Old Sun, what's wrong?"

Sun Xinyang shook his head as usual.

"Tell me, if we need anything, let's just say it." Zhao Kan looked at Sun Xinyang and said with a serious expression.

"Yes," Liu Jingting couldn't help but get up and walked to Sun Xinyang. "Actually, we can all see that you are in trouble recently, but you have been holding back and not talking, and we don't have any questions. Since we started talking today, let's talk about it. Maybe we can really help."

At this time, Yu Xiaoshu also came over and advised: "Just tell us, it's rare that everyone has the fate to gather in the same dormitory."

Sun Xinyang looked at his three roommates gratefully. After a while, he finally said with difficulty: "My girlfriend, her mother is seriously ill and needs surgery. The operation cost is 300,000 yuan..."

"Then raise money."

Sun Xinyang smiled bitterly and said, "Three hundred thousand is not particularly easy to raise, you should understand."

The three of them remained silent. Yu Xiaoshu and Zhao Kan were silent because Mi was facing this huge number and they couldn't help much. Liu Jingting was silent because he was thinking about his bank card with 500,000 yuan. He was not yet sixteen years old. Even if he got his father's ID card, he probably wouldn't be able to withdraw 300,000 yuan at once.

"There will always be a solution, right?" Liu Jingting comforted.

Sun Xinyang nodded and said, "Yes, there is a way now." Speaking of this, Sun Xinyang's tone suddenly felt a little cold, "A junior high school classmate who is in business at home said he is willing to pay the money, but there is a condition."

Liu Jingting didn't want to continue, "Let your girlfriend break up with you and be with him."

"Entered." Sun Xinyang said expressionlessly.

"Enjoyed? How old are you?"

"In our village, this is not uncommon. I guess this is the case with you. He also said that in the future, my girlfriend's tuition fees will be covered by his family, and she will be a graduate student in high school..."

"But your girlfriend doesn't like him." Zhao Kan continued, and then everyone fell silent again.

Liu Jingting felt funny in his heart. There are actually such plots in TV series in life. In this way, this busyness is even more helpful. After all, it is related to the lifelong happiness of the two young people. Since this matter was encountered by me and I happen to have the ability to solve problems, I can't sit idly by.

Liu Jingting's expression did not change, but his mind was turning quickly, thinking about countermeasures. When he turned his head, he saw the book "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" that Zhao Kan bought, and suddenly became calculating in his heart. He comforted Sun Xinyang and said nothing more. Yu Xiaoshu and Zhao Kan sighed, shook their heads helplessly, and returned to their beds.

Liu Jingting returned to his seat, took out the paper and pen quietly, and wrote a small note: "Lao Sun, I have a way to help you."

...

The next Sunday, the senior year of high school also had a day off, and Mi Hu happened to go home to get clothes. Early in the morning, Liu Jingting took her to the school gate to take a bus. As soon as she left the school gate, she suddenly heard a crisp sound of a motorcycle exhaust pipe. A strong boy stepped on a motorcycle and stopped beside the two of them. The boy raised his helmet with a smile, looked at Mi Hu and said, "Mi Mi, I'll give you." When he spoke, he completely treated Liu Jingting as air.
Chapter completed!