After hanging up the phone, Fan Chou finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Shangguan had already wanted to be in front of him and sent someone to watch the Geyuan Hall early this morning. In this way, no matter how much movement there was, he would not be so passive.

The family lived their lives as usual, and after breakfast, they all did their own things. It was lively, but Wanchou had a rare time to catch ghosts. He had to wait until the evening to find depressed ghosts until the weekend. Shangguan from the Geoparent Hall was watching, and Guo Cuzi and Taoist Zilong were paying attention to the supernatural incident. Wanchou suddenly felt a long-lost leisure.

He walked to the computer staggeringly, sat down, pressed the turn-on button, and sighed: "I haven't been online for many days, and I've been running around every day, almost as busy as Obama. Alas, it's all caused by the underworld!"

He glanced at the USB flash drive first, and the memory was full. It seemed that Ruofan was not here and went out to play again. Next, he opened QQ and while logging in, he reached out to touch the cigarette. After touching it, he had nothing. Taishan came over, took out a box of cloud smoke from his pocket, and handed it to Lianchou: "Pump this, you have a lot of energy."

Fan Chou laughed silently, Taishan could hand him a cigarette. He took it and lit it, took a deep breath of the cigarette, and said intoxicatedly: "It's so fucking comfortable. To be honest, I really miss the days before. Now I have been with you for a long time, and I doubt I am still a human being..."

The message sound of QQ suddenly became loud, and Didi was heard endlessly. He quickly clicked on the information and looked at it one by one.

In addition to some meaningless group news, what is useful is the information of the magazine editor. One is to urge manuscripts and the other is to care. Because Feng Chou has not submitted manuscripts for some days, the editor asked him if he had something or was sick and asked him to pay attention to his health.

Qiong was moved a little, and then replied to the editor with a message. He said that he had no problem, but his family had something to do recently, so he would try to submit the manuscript for this month as soon as possible.

There is another message, but it made Wanchou a little confused.

"Old classmate, how did you think of it recently? I'm getting married again on October 22. I'm at Tianzhi Hotel. If you have time, you must come. This time I invited Li Yang to be my wedding emcee. Haha, it's interesting? By the way, guess who am I?"

Just this piece of information that has no end, and even asked Wanchou to guess who he is and look at the online name. It is a very strange name: the secret in the secret.

Who is this person? I can't remember it anymore. Of course, this must be his classmate back then, but he has no impression of anyone. Thinking about it, he must have changed his online name, so he can't recognize him now.

The Circle became curious and opened the other party’s personal space. I wanted to see if there was any relevant information and photos, but it turned out to be clean and there was nothing, so I couldn’t judge my identity at all.

Then I can only guess.

Wanchou used his brain and started to think deeply about this message...

Because this person's message still reveals a lot of information.

First of all, he said he was going to get married again, and emphasized the word "re". There is no doubt that this is at least a second marriage. Think about the scope of some of the classmates who have a good relationship, there are quite a few who get married, including junior high school, high school, college, and even elementary school. This scope is really too wide.

However, this person said that he invited Li Yang to be the host of ceremonies. This tone was obviously known to Li Yang in the scope of the field, and he should be a classmate.

In this way, the scope of the search was much smaller, and the scope was constantly thinking in my mind. I started to recall from kindergarten that I seemed to know three people named Li Yang since I was a child.

One is a junior high school classmate and a girl. I heard that she had immigrated to California with her parents and could not come back to be a wedding emcee. This is excluded.

Another one should be from high school, and he was pretty good with me, but that guy later fell into depravity and robbed him with a gang. He was sentenced to fifteen years. Now he should still be gnawing steamed buns inside, so he will definitely not be able to get out.

There is only one Li Yang left. It is very likely that this guy is because he was the funeral emcee who wanted to ask him for help when he was catching a happy man before. He was a college classmate from Yanchou.

But he has been in another place and has not been in contact for several years. Moreover, he is a full-time funeral ceremonial, so why did he come back to host the wedding for others? Who dares to use it?

However, after thinking about it, he was the only one who had this possibility. After thinking about it, among the college classmates, there were only three or four of them who were married and were in the same city as him. There were only three or four of them. A few familiar but vague faces appeared in their minds one by one, but they couldn't be sure who they were.

Forget it, no matter who he is, he is an old classmate. Since today is his wedding day, I should go there. Besides, I can also find depressed people by the way, right?

It was still early and it was only seven o'clock. Wanchou thought, it would be better to rush out a manuscript and throw it to the magazine, which would be considered a task.

So he calmed down, snuffed out the cigarette, turned off the QQ, opened the document, moved his fingers, thought for a while, and his fingers began to fly on the keyboard.

A sad story poured out so smoothly and naturally at his fingertips. The story he wrote this time was the story of the female ghost A Xiang. A beautiful and kind woman, before the disaster was about to come, received instructions from the gods, but refused to escape alone. While saving the villagers, she lost the opportunity to escape forever and had to jump into the well. After several years, she turned into a bunch of skeletons, but her soul was unable to leave her hometown, attached to her bones, and would run out on the full moon night to help those poor and suffering people everywhere.

A hundred years later, a villain appeared and wanted to catch the woman and refine magic weapons. The woman had low magic power and fought hard to resist. At this time, a handsome, handsome and upright little Taoist priest appeared, the protagonist, who rescued the woman's skeleton from the well. The villain summoned the zombies to cause trouble, and was dissolved one by one by the little Taoist priest, killing the villain.

In the end, the woman was successfully rescued and wanted to save her, but the woman fell in love with the little Taoist priest and was unwilling to leave. She endured the cold and lonely life, but she had turned into a red pink skeleton and could no longer be a man.

Later, the little Taoist priest buried her corpse, but the woman's soul was willing to stay, so she turned into a red candle and stayed by the little Taoist priest every night. Just wait for the candle to burn out, and the soul would dissipate and leave forever with you.

When the story comes here, even if it ends, somehow the moment, the literary sensuality is surging, the heart is surging, and the fingers are flying. It takes less than two hours to complete the short story of 6,000 words.

After knocking the last end and stopping, Wanchou felt so excited that he was even a little moved by the story. Since the years of writing, there have been few times when the thoughts are smooth. He couldn't help but slap the table and shouted: "Good writing!"

He shouted, but no one paid attention to him. A crying sounded from behind him. He quickly turned around and found that Ah Xiang was standing behind him at some point, looking at the story written on the computer, with sadness on his face.

"Brother, you wrote so well. Is this A Xiang you wrote? But why is it a little different from my story? Is that little Taoist priest you?"

Wanchou hurriedly closed the document and waved his hand and said, "It has nothing to do with you. I am just literary creation, all of them are fictional. Don't think about it..."

As he said that, he looked at the time. It was almost nine o'clock, so he quickly packed up his things, changed his clothes, and then told Dou E: "Dou Dou, look at the house well. When you have time, you can polish my newly written manuscript a little. If you have any good ideas, please help me modify it. I will go out and do something."

Dou E nodded obediently like a young wife and said, "Well, don't worry, by the way, do you want someone to help?"

This reminded Wanchou. He thought for a while and turned around and called Lu Bu: "Brother Lu, I'll take you out for fun."

"Not interested." Lu Bu was sitting on a rocking chair next to the floor-to-ceiling window basking in the sun lazily, without even raising his head.

"Idiot, I'm taking you out for a banquet. If you don't go, I only count three numbers, one..." Fan Chou smiled and raised a finger.

"I'll go, I'll go!" Lu Bu jumped up suddenly, as quick as a greedy cat who smelled the fishy fish.

So the two of them packed up, stepped out, and went to the wedding...
Chapter completed!