Hearing the warm inquiries from his roommates, Zhao Kan became more and more heartbroken. Sun Xinyang got up and turned on the lamp, wrapped himself in a quilt and stood beside Zhao Kan's bed, and asked sleepyly: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Kan forced himself to slow down a few times, tried to suppress his sadness, and sobbed stubbornly, saying, "I'm fine, you guys go to bed."

Yu Xiaoshu also walked over with a blanket, holding his hair that was divided into several groups, and said, "Don't say it's okay, I cried like Liu Bei in the middle of the night, why are I okay?"

Zhao Kan still pretended to be strong and said, "I'm really okay, I'll be fine, you guys go to bed." As he said that, he turned his body over, and then a thick magazine slid out of the quilt.

Yu Xiaoshu squatted down and picked up the magazine, rubbed his eyes, looked carefully, and recited: "Big Jianghu, editor-in-chief Yi Shui'an."

Zhao Kan suddenly came out of the quilt and got up to grab the magazine. Yu Xiaoshu shrank back and looked at Zhao Kan with laughter and cry, saying, "This is not, Kankan, what do you mean is you are crying when you read books?"

Zhao Kan, who was covered in tears, breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the head of the bed in depravity, and said leisurely: "It's good now, the magazine has been stolen. What's the solution?"

After hearing Zhao Kan's resentful sigh, Liu, Yu, and Sun suddenly had goose bumps on their arms, and they felt an indescribable absurdity. Yu Xiaoshu respectfully handed the book over and said, "You don't have to think of any way, and the book will be returned to you."

Zhao Kan took the magazine, sighed again, and said, "You don't understand."

Liu Jingting could naturally guess the reason why Zhao Kan was sad, but seeing a fat man with his own eyes who should have thick lines was so literary. He couldn't help but secretly amazement in his heart. He thought so in his heart and couldn't control himself. He said: "According to people's inertial thinking, once he accepts the setting of a fat man, he will unconsciously ignore many things. In fact, we all forgot that when a fat man becomes literary, he is no longer a simple fat man."

"What is that?" Yu, Sun, and Zhao asked in unison.

"A literary fat man." Liu Jingting replied seriously, and the three of them almost fainted.

Liu Jingting ignored the three of them, looked at Zhao Kan with a smile, and said, "I see that the Internet is discussing "The White Horse Roaring the West Wind". Do you also read this book like this?"

Zhao Kan did not directly answer Liu Jingting's question, but pondered for a moment and said, "The so-called book in the world is hurt by others, and when asked, I will cry like rain. When asked again, I will ask you to break my heart. How can you understand the samadhi in this way?"

Yu Xiaoshu and Sun Xinyang, who were already dizzy, became more and more confused when they heard it. Liu Jingting's heart was as clear as a mirror. Zhao Kan had a single love for the goddess of junior high school. Once she became someone else's girlfriend, she was always depressed. When the night was quiet and when she was dreaming at midnight, she suddenly read the long-awaited book "The White Horse Roaring the West Wind". When reading that heart-wrenching question, coupled with the sad atmosphere of the story itself, she thought of her own experience, and felt unstoppable. So "tears are like rain".

Despite this, Liu Jingting was still quite surprised when he heard Zhao Kan’s comments on “The Book of the World”. It was hard to imagine that the literary fat man in front of him was so literary. He was about to ask, but Yu Xiaoshu asked: “What is the problem so great that he can actually ask someone else’s stomach ulcer?”

Liu Jingting and Sun Xinyang looked at each other and smiled, looking at Zhao Kan, expressing their curiosity.

Zhao Kan ignored Yu Xiaoshu's joke and said, "You three can't answer this question either, but because you don't have such an encounter for the time being, you don't have a deep understanding of it."

"Come and have a look."

Zhao Kan shook his head and said, "You can only understand it but not express it. You can read it yourself. The name of the book Jingting also knows - "The White Horse Roars in the West Wind"," he was silent for a moment and continued, "It would be great if he had the opportunity to chat with me in person in the future."

"If you are destined to meet each other, you will never meet each other thousands of miles away," Liu Jingting said with great interest.

"Brother Ting's words seem to be bad, right?"

Liu Jingting smiled and did not correct it, saying, "This is also a very strange thing. Some people say why we should see the chicken after eating eggs, but usually our reaction is that our first reaction after eating eggs is to think about the chicken."

Zhao Kan said unhappily: "Jingting's example is inappropriate. My brother Gu is a talented man from heaven, so don't harm him randomly."

Liu Jingting nodded and thought to himself: "You Gu Ge is just a boy who prefers luck."

...

With Zhao Kan's cry in the middle of the night, the storm of book reviews about "The White Horse Roaring the West Wind" kicked off. In fact, before that, the forum had already appeared one after another. Zhao Kan's meaningful comments, "When others are hurt, they will cry like rain when they ask, and then they will be heartbroken" is a book review from a reader of the Jianghu People Forum.

The next day when Zhao Kanye cried, at around 10 o'clock in the morning, a well-known film critic casually mentioned on his micro blog: "The new issue of "The Great Jianghu" added a novel "The White Horse Screaming the West Wind". He finished reading it in one go, but he didn't recover for the whole day. Thank you for the recommendation of Editor Yi. This book is very good and very good, but I like it very much."

At around twelve o'clock, Luo Bu Tou, who was always active, also updated his mini blog: "Gu Yongsheng's new work "The White Horse Snorkeling the West Wind" is a scheming novel, because the novel asked a simple but unsolvable answer. Like "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch", the author still gave another tragedy stubbornly or retaliatedly. However, this time, this tragedy was even more thrilling. At a rough look, it seemed ordinary, carefully thought about it, and the soul-stirring, and later, a long article came out."

When Radish Head claimed to prepare a long commentary article, the discussion on "The White Horse Snorkeling the West Wind" in the microblog has already reached the topic list. The topic has nothing to do with the title of the book or the author. I simply extract the classic problem in the book and get the topic: #The person you love deeply but love others deeply#.

As soon as this topic was released, it attracted thousands of people to participate, and the number of people was still rising, and the popularity of the topic gradually increased. Then celebrities began to participate carefully. This topic finally irreversibly embarked on the road of "the whole nation recalls the unrequited love story".

"In the fourth grade of elementary school, I like to sit behind me a super laughing foodie girl. Every time I pretend to ask her for snacks and make her cry and laugh, but she seems to be more interested in my deskmate. Every time I talk to my scum, I will blush. For this reason, I hate my deskmate for many years. Last year, my classmates would make him a meal while drunk, haha."

"When I was in junior high school, I had a girl with my neighbor. She was a typical female student. The poster was a **-type student. Later, I didn't know what transactions the adults had made in private. The female student next door started to give me some lessons, and then the poster was fascinated by the stubborn ponytail of the female student. During the middle school entrance examination, I accidentally heard that the female student had a crush on another man in the class - the student, and was greatly hit, otherwise the poster should be studying at Tsinghua University now."

"In high school, I rode my bicycle home every day. But at that time, there was a group of evil gangsters in the school. After school, I went to the carport to put the air on the bicycle in advance. But my bicycle was spared because the captain of the school basketball team at that time would guard my bicycle after training until I appeared and then walked away silently as a female paper. I had no resistance to such a boy who made silent efforts. I later realized that he was actually my cousin who ordered me to protect my bicycle's future cousin and cried..."

...

Driven by this wave of people recalling the unrequited love story. #The person you love deeply but loves others# This topic finally topped the top topic list today. At this moment, another topic appeared on the last one of the topic list, #Yes Very Good Not Like#.

There is no doubt that this sentence also comes from "White Horse"!

On the same day, two hot topics appeared in the same book, and both topics were spontaneously discussed by netizens, without any behind-the-scenes pushers. Looking at past novels and even those popular film and television dramas, there has never been a phenomenon in which a work produced two hot topics on the same day.

"Those are all good, but I don't like them."

This sentence, because of its broader meaning and more free creative space, instantly inspired netizens to create and adapt.

"Tsinghua has a famous school auditorium and a Shuimu Tsinghua University that countless students dream of returning to; Yanda has Weiming Lake and Boya Tower, and those are all very good, but I just don't like it - I only recognize Lan Xiang when choosing a school!"

"KFC has an elegant environment and first-class service; McDonald's is super extraordinary, tender, juicy, and those are all very good, but I just don't like it - Goubuli buns, eat one, and want a second one."

...

Of course, no matter how funny it is, there are still a large group of readers who are seriously talking about stories and their stubbornness. In such an era where "parents are fully arranged and children are rebellious", a sentence "I don't like it" can convey the voice of children.

When you are in school, your parents choose your major, after graduation, your parents arrange your job for you, and after work, your parents arrange your blind date for you... I am afraid that no one wants to spend his whole life in the arrangement, so you always have to say, "What you arrange is very good, but I don't like it."

...

"The White Horse Skies the West Wind" creates unprecedented magical skills on the microblog, which makes all publishing companies, including Qianhong, stunned. Even if Xue Muliang and Han Shuo jointly publish a book, they may not be able to cause such a big stir. In fact, Gu Yongsheng's previous book "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" was already very perverted, but in terms of topicality, it is slightly inferior.

Later that day, Xue Muliang also updated a state in an vague way: the person you like happens to like you, and this should be one of the most beautiful things in life.

Successful works of art must have this powerful infectious function, and neither national boundaries nor festivals can eliminate this charm. After reading "White Horse", Xue Muliang, like other readers, even because of some reasons of his situation and nature, he has deeper feelings than other readers.

He has a keen story recognition ability, so he was shocked by the layout and conception of "White Horse";

He was finally covered with literary paint in his bones, so he was moved by that sad story;

He is a publisher, so he is amazed and regrets the immeasurable huge commercial value potential in Gu Yongsheng.

Despite this, based on the story itself alone, there are still people in the Dingjie who are more touched than him.

After reading Gu Yongsheng's new story, Beihetang couldn't speak all day long. He was also shocked by this seemingly ordinary story but actually filled with vast talents. He felt the far gap between himself and Gu Yongsheng, and what made him feel even more heart-wrenching was that this story was simply a nasty mockery of Gu Yongsheng.

"If you love someone deeply but love others deeply, what are you going to do?"

This question is clearly asking himself. He could almost imagine the proud expression on Gu Yongsheng's face when he was writing this sentence. As for the last sentence of the story, isn't it Mi Hu's attitude towards him?

Beihetang is very painful, but more powerless. People who can write such stories and words are really unable to do anything.

...

At the same time as Beihetang, the forum's harrowing master "spouting the god" was not happy. As one of the earlier group of people who read the story to prepare an attack plan, he was rarely silent after reading the story.

Even now, he still couldn't forget the heavy impact of his body and mind when he took notes and made the last natural break. It seemed as if a huge rock hit his chest, and his hand holding the pen was trembling uncontrollably. He just wanted to run to the "day and night" immediately to ask her that question. Let her teach him a good solution.

The god of Teng, who had almost lost the ability to think temporarily, had no time to plan any black plan.

Therefore, the attack order that the "anti-Ancient Group" has been waiting for has never been issued. At first, the group members thought that the team leader was doing more detailed sorting and trying to hit the target with one blow. However, as more and more readers finished reading the story and participated in the story discussion, the general trend of the forum gradually became uncontrollable.

Everyone is talking about Li Wenxiu’s virtues, how people should treat love correctly, and all kinds of helplessness in life... from "very good but not happy" to "very bad but liked".

"That person doesn't like shaving. His feet are smelly. He can make soup and burn the scallions. The quilt is folded like tofu that has been dispersed. Those are very bad, but he still likes..."

Seeing that the situation reached such an uncontrollable level, the other two members of the "Anti-Ancient Group" were finally anxious and kept leaving messages to the gods on WC, saying that they would take action no matter what.

He smiled bitterly and looked at his companions' urging, and finally raised his hand slowly and replied: "I won't play anymore, and I advise you not to play anymore. If we lose, it is the kind of loss that is a complete defeat."

"The war has not been fought yet, why should I admit defeat?"

"Have you read the novel?"

"Of course I read it, and I have already found a preliminary direction. His novel is too focused on love and the taste of martial arts is too weak. We can make this a breakthrough."

"At that time, Gu Yongsheng pointed out that he should take love as the topic, but he did this perfectly. If you jump out and accuse him of being too biased towards love, you will die very ugly. Don't think that Qianhong's old foxes are vegetarians, and don't underestimate Gu Yongsheng. Although I don't want to admit it, the fact is that that person is indeed a genius, at least a genius who writes martial arts. If you don't believe it, go back and ask your boss."

In fact, if you don’t vomit, you have long guessed that there are insiders sent by your employer among your partners. However, both parties have the same intentions and certainly maintain a tacit situation, because the combination of professional industry players and experienced forum experts has always been invincible.

Except this time.

"You have to remember that we took the money."

"Don't talk to me about this. What I did before is worthy of the money you paid. If I don't do the next thing, I will naturally not want the money. I'm saying this to you is a kind reminder. If you go further, it will only embarrass you more and more. If you are smarter, it's better to go with the flow."

"If you don't play, we can play by ourselves, and you don't need to guide us on how to do it."

The "anti-Gu group" was declared broken.

He didn't vomit and quickly quit the WC trumpet, lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and his mind was still wandering with the desolate scene of Li Wenxiu being alone. Half an hour later, he logged into another forum vest and began to write his reading notes.

"If you feel something in your heart, you won't feel happy if you don't vomit." This is the declaration that the god of vomiting was originally mixed in forum. This time he felt too deeply, so of course he had to vomit hard:

"Desperate unrequited love, the last paragraph, the night talk about the terrifying love in the white horse."

...

...

"To be honest, have you ever thought that this book will become so popular?"

During the normal campus walk every day, Mihu asked Liu Jingting.

Liu Jingting smiled and shook his head. In fact, when he was promoting this book, he had a rough judgment in his mind. He knew the points that people paid attention to and those points were rich in topics, but he still did not expect that everyone could be so enthusiastic.

Of course, he would not find it too difficult to understand. Even in the world where novels are rich, many people couldn't help but wet their eyes after seeing this story. In the second semester of the first year of the freshman year, in a certain Mazhe class, he talked to a girl in another class below. When talking about Jin Yong's martial arts, the girl specifically mentioned "White Horse" and recalled that she cried bitterly when she saw this story in junior high school.

"After, when I said those words to you, did you think I was particularly funny and felt that I was worried about it?"

"I never treat other people's kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs. Your worries are also hidden in my heart, but since I have bragged, I must always be more confident."

"You have coaxed so many people to tears this time, are you very proud?"

"The original intention of any literary work is not to make people cry when they look at it," Liu Jingting thought about the words carefully, paused for a while, and continued: "But present everyone with a complete, preferably interesting story."

Just then, Liu Jingting's phone suddenly rang. He took out and saw that it was a call from Wang Qianqian, a classmate from Daohua. Liu Jingting held up his cell phone and shook it at Mi Hu, and said with a smile: "I dare to guarantee that she is here to scold people."

Mihu said: "Come on now."

Liu Jingting pressed the answer button and said hello before he could hear Wang Qianqian crying with a very aggrieved voice: "Uncle, are you crazy?"
Chapter completed!