When Liu Jingting was in his freshman year in that world, he once wrote a sentence in a class: "I always smile at everyone, hide my malice and complaints about the world in my heart. When my fist becomes bigger, I will hit anyone who pushes me."

This is naturally the teenager's angry words. Thinking of the experiences during the winter vacation of the first year of college, it is still a bit ridiculous.

First, a group of elementary school classmates who may not even recognize their faces were urging them to the primary school class reunion. After arriving, they saw four-wheelers and realized the profound meaning. At the dinner table, various business practices and happy experiences of making girls freely. Finally, they naturally emphasized the phenomenon of "college students' streets".

Then he went to his uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings, listened to the aunt telling the glorious deeds of his cousin opening a shop, and pointed out the fact that his son, who did not graduate from high school, now earned 100,000 or 200,000 yuan a year, pointing out that her son now has many college students under his command, and finally, he naturally emphasized the phenomenon of "college students' streets" in a mess.

What Liu Jingting couldn't stand the most is that when he was educating his ten-year-old cousin to study hard, the cousin raised his head and asked him: "Can you make a lot of money after going to college? Why is my cousin not going to college and now I buy a car, and my grandfather's uncle has gone to college and has no job yet?"

Liu Jingting counted all these as malice that the world added to him. Ironically, what he called "the fist became bigger" at that time was ultimately earning a lot of money, which was a typical manifestation of whoever had more money would have bigger fist.

The same is true in this world. Those riding a moraine can ignore an ordinary walker, while those who drive a convertible sports car will naturally not take the motorcycle seriously.

Gong Chengen took off Hei Chao, looked at Liu Jingting and Mi Hu, and said in surprise: "I'm here to wait for us?" He smiled apologetically, "So early."

Liu Jingting explained: "Xiaomi is going home and coming to see her off, which happened."

Gong Chengen laughed and said, "I said, let's get in the car."

The chasing boy riding a motorcycle had already seen the wind and fled. Seeing that Liu Jingting was not polite, Mihu, the husband and wife got on the car anywhere.

"Hello, Sister Xiaomi." Wang Qianqian, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was abnormally quiet today, and completely ignored Liu Jingting, deliberately greeted Mi Hu.

"Hello, please trouble you."

Liu Jingting sat in the back seat with a calm expression and asked Gong Chengen: "Didn't you say that the TV is about to turn on? Why are you free?"

"It has nothing to do with me when it is turned on. Qianqian and I are here to find you this time, just to reminisce about the past."

"Oh." Liu Jingting said this, but he knew the other party's purpose in his heart. The Nine-layer cannot be separated from "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch".

"So I say men are hypocritical," Wang Qianqian said coldly, turned to look at Gong Chengen and asked, "Say again what are we here to do? It seems like it is so old."

Gong Chengen smiled awkwardly and said to Liu Jingting: "My brother wants to see you."

"Ah? Your brother?"

"Ming Chengpin?" Mihu continued.

Gong Chengen nodded and said self-deprecatingly: "Don't act as more excited to see him than to see me, okay?"

Liu Jingting actually has no idea. He has never had any mentality when he sees anyone. Especially after so many books are in his mind, he feels even more that even in front of the US president, everyone can fart at will.

"Did your brother talk about new books when he asked me?"

Gong Chengen shook his head and said, "Actually, I don't know either, but he did ask me to contact you after reading your new novel. Okay, let's go, Xiaomi, please show me the way."

"Wait," Wang Qianqian untied her seat belt and looked back at Mi Hu and said, "Sister Xiaomi, can I sit with my uncle? I have a few questions and I want to ask him in person."

Mi Hu turned his head and looked at Liu Jingting. Liu Jingting turned his head and smiled, indicating that it didn't matter. Mi Hu nodded and changed seats with Wang Qianqian.

Gong Chengen looked at the scene from the rearview mirror, smiled and shook his head, and pressed the car start button.

The early morning wind in autumn is already a little cool, and people in the racing car will have a more direct experience. However, Liu Jingting, who has always been motion sick, seems to enjoy the feeling of the autumn wind blowing in the face. There is a faint smile on his face, which makes people feel a sense of intimacy. However, some people don’t think so. After Wang Qianqian stared at him strangely for a moment, she finally spoke: “Did you write the white-haired witch for Miss Xiaomi?”

The sound was a little blurred after being diluted by blowing air, but Liu Jingting still caught the general meaning and shook his head.

"That day, Miss Xiaomi updated the college entrance examination to make people old, but you ended up with a white-haired witch. Isn't this a love letter?"

"Because you want a screenwriter, Gong Shao bought a TV series for you to write, this is a big deal."

Wang Qianqian smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "If you don't talk about this, there are a few questions about the novel. I would like to ask you, first, why do you write the story so inhumane?"

"You mean the ending?"

"No, your whole story is full of this tone. The book bag is too much, the characters and dialogues are a bit stereotyped, especially the emotional description, which is simply a waste of resources."

The two were very close, but the conversation seemed to float from a faraway place. When Liu Jingting heard the last four words, he smiled bitterly and asked, "Is it a waste of resources?"

Wang Qianqian nodded vigorously, and her hair was lifted by the wind swayed, and she raised her voice and said, "The idea of ​​"Great Hair for Love is very good, but it is written more roughly and not delicate enough. It should be a touching plot, and it is handled a bit hasty."

Liu Jingting smiled slightly and said aloud: "Maybe what the author wants to express is that people's worries are all because of love. If you are separated from the one who loves, there is no worries or fear. You should be regarded as such a view, the female donor."

"Turn—don't!"

Wang Qianqian shouted in a long voice, and Mi Hu turned his head in shock and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Gong Chengen continued: "Qianqian is asking for trouble for Gu Shao. After watching "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch", she has been depressed,"

"Young Master Gu, Young Master Gu, stop the car!" Liu Jingting suddenly shouted from behind.

"Brother, now on the highway!"

"He wants to answer the phone." Wang Qianqian shouted at the top of her voice. It seemed that she was not afraid that Gong Chengen would not hear it, but that other drivers on the road would not hear it.

Gong Chengen turned the steering wheel lightly, and the car turned on a small road at an intersection. He stopped by the side of the road. Liu Jingting apologized to everyone first and then answered the phone.

"How are you talking?" Gong Chengen asked Wang Qianqian softly.

"You haven't heard my two-word mantra just now?"

Gong Chengen nodded with a smile and said, "Then I'll just beat him up for you."

Even though Mi Hu knew they were joking, he still felt a little uncomfortable and replied, "What's going on?"

Wang Qianqian smiled and said, "It's okay. I said that the uncle wrote the process of practicing Nichang's white hair too roughly and not shocking enough."

Mi Hu smiled a little reluctantly and didn't say anything. In fact, she also told Liu Jingting that the emotional description of this novel has not reached the so-called micro-level state. For many readers with delicate tastes, the pen tip is always not at the most itchy part of their hearts, and there is a regret of being inadequate. Even so, at this time, Wang Qianqian bluntly said that his novel was too rough, and I felt inexplicably uncomfortable. The feeling was similar. I can say no matter what my man, but others say he is not good, so I can't do it.

Liu Jingting hung up the phone, came over with a smile, and said, "Mr. Qianhong Lu, they organized a horse riding on the grassland at the end of October, saying that they were celebrating the white-haired witch."

"Don't you want to attend class?" Mihu asked.

"Please take leave, it's hard to let go of your kindness."

As a young man who loves martial arts novels, Liu Jingting has always yearned for the grassland. When he first watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The White Horse Snorkeling the West Wind", he had the idea of ​​the grassland. Since he had the chance, he would certainly not miss it. Another point is that he really didn't want to experience high school classroom life again, and it was only once that he could escape.

After a while, the four of them went back to their place and set off again. An hour later, Mihu arrived at the place. Wang Qianqian drove away the two boys and pulled Mihu to the side to talk.

Liu Jingting leaned lazily against the car and asked Gong Chengen: "Actually, I'm quite curious about you two. How can many things be harmonious like you, and she's like?"

Gong Chengen smiled softly and said, "What do you mean is that a rich child like me, who is so self-defeating with her?"

Liu Jingting was not easy to answer, so he could only smile. Gong Chengen continued: "Actually, don't you think this is reasonable? A rebellious second-generation ancestor fell in love with an inexplicable wild girl. This kind of setting should be common in novels, right?"

Speaking of this, Gong Chengen suddenly thought of something and said with a smile: "It seems that the same is true in "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch". Zhuo Yihang is a second-generation official, a famous child, Lian Nishang is a thief. Haha, you won't follow me and Qianqian... No, no, Zhuo Yihang is too weak, he is a sheep, different from me."

Liu Jingting smiled and said, "Yes, you are better than him, so don't learn from him in the future."

"Actually, Zhuo Yihang is very stupid," Gong Chengen said with deep emotion. "A peerless woman like Lian Nishang shouldn't have hesitation for a second. He can't really understand Lian Nishang, so Lian Nishang no longer gives him a chance. I think this arrangement is right and very reasonable." As he said that, he gave Liu Jingting a thumbs up.

Liu Jingting smiled modestly and said, "Mr. Gong seems to be quite touched."

"Almost the same, Qianqian's situation is somewhat similar to Lian Nishang. In the eyes of others, they may be witches. They always want to go to shock the world. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. She does whatever she likes to do and says whatever she likes to say. It's best that no one in this world can stand her. I actually hope so in my heart."

Liu Jingting nodded and expressed his understanding. At this moment, Wang Qianqian and Mi Hu finished chatting and walked over with a smile. Liu Jingting walked up to Mi Hu and said goodbye to her.

"It's a pity that I can't go and see the future helmsman of the Gong family." Mi Hu said regretfully.

Liu Jingting's face darkened and said, "Is it appropriate for you to say this in front of your boyfriend?"

Mihu made a face, tugged Liu Jingting in the ear, and whispered: "Are you having a great time talking to her in the car just now?"

Liu Jingting thought for a while and suggested, "Then, let's get even?"

"make a deal."

...

Shortly after parting with Mihu, Gong Chengen received a text message from his brother. The text message content adhered to the usual concise style of the eldest son of the Gong family: "Here."

Gong Chengen first asked Liu Jingting very politely if it was convenient now. After receiving a positive answer, he started the car again.

Wang Qianqian was still in the passenger seat. This time, she didn't take the initiative to talk to anyone. She lowered her head and played with her cell phone. After less than ten minutes of the car, she suddenly turned sideways and handed the cell phone to Liu Jingting in the back seat.

Liu Jingting took the phone and saw a popular book review about "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch". The poster's ID is "The Way of Heaven is Regular". Since seeing that amazing post on the Jianghu People Forum, Liu Jingting has always remembered this ID. Many authors have maintained a respectful and fearful attitude towards such evil readers, because their eyesight is too vicious and knowledgeable, and their storytelling and verbal comments often hit the nail on the head and reach the essence.

This guy's comments this time are still at a very high level. What makes Liu Jingting frown is that he actually holds similar views to Mihu and Wang Qianqian and has a lot of complaints about the emotional description in the novel.

"If you cover up the memories of the book and talk about it in general, you will inevitably sigh and sigh. When you read it carefully, this kind of depression knot can never be sublimated. It feels like it is tickling through the veil and cannot be enjoyed. This is a pity."

It seems that this view is not deliberately slandering, but a common phenomenon. Liu Jingting looked up at the street lights that were rapidly retreating on the roadside, and said in his heart: "It must be right to say that I don't know how to write about feelings, but it is forgiving that 'Gu Yongsheng' is lacking in the heat of writing about feelings."

I wondered what the "Young Boy" thought of again, but suddenly the corner of his mouth raised and said to himself: "Prairie, can you ride a white horse in advance and whistle the west wind?"

As a martial arts love fable, "The White Horse Roars in the West Wind" comes into Liu Jingting's sight at this time, which is a good time and is just right!
Chapter completed!