Chapter 369

After a burst of darkness, Xia Yu saw still some strange desk.

Wen Ziying is still in her hometown in the countryside.

On the desk, there was a pile of paper, on which only four words "lost road" were written.

This should be the title of the novel.

"What kind of story are you going to write?" Xia Yu asked.

He thought that what Wen Ziying was going to write was the love story she was good at, but her answer was beyond his expectation.

Wen Ziying said: "five people took a shortcut and found that no matter how they went, they couldn't get out. They went into the woods next to them and wanted to go through them directly and were attacked by monsters."

"Thrillers?" Xia Yu was surprised.

"Well." Wen Ziying's tone is calm and doesn't look like a joke.

After thinking about it for a while, Xia Yu asked, "the men and women who were originally on the verge of breaking up have deepened their feelings through various calamities, and finally managed to escape and get back together again?"

This is a very routine plot, but most of the best-selling novels and movies are the same.

"At the front, not at the back." Wen Ziying ha ha ha smile two, "two pairs of lovers slowly reunite, but all died."

Wen Ziying continued to say, her words with excitement: "I will write a little bit hidden, write about a couple who only care about each other and a pair of lovers with the spirit of fraternity, and then write about an ordinary single man."

Xia Yu pondered for a while, some guessed the meaning of Wen Ziying.

Sure enough, what Wen Ziying said was similar to what he thought.

Wen Ziying said: "at the beginning of the story, readers will think that what I wrote is the theme of mutual understanding. Two couples will surely survive. In the middle of the story, one couple who only loves each other dies. Readers will think that what I wrote is the theme of fraternity, and the couple who love fraternity will surely survive. But in the end, the philanthropist died because of sympathy for monsters, and only Pu survived Ordinary single man

"It's nice from the author's point of view, but it's a bit abusive as a reader." Xia Yu euphemistic hint Wen Ziying, so writing may be a street.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I'm happy." Wen Ziying's words seem not to care at all, but Xia Yu felt some confusion from the girl.

It seems that she still cares about the sales of books. After all, the last time I was mentioned by a reader, I became so sad.

Wen Ziying did not have other things, Xia Yu stood up and walked at will, looking at the scenery around.

It's nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun has long gone, and the countryside is a bit cold.

In Xia Yu thought, is it possible to make a fire in the back woods to play, Wen Ziying said to him: "can you go to the city and bring me something?"

"Yes." Xia Yu easily agreed to come down, he is worried about what to do.

By the time Xia Yu arrived at Wen Ziying's original residence, it was completely dark.

Take out money from Wen Ziying's pocket to pay, Xia Yu gets off and walks into the building.

Open the door, Xia Yu under the instruction of Wen Ziying, took out a pile of manuscript paper from the drawer.

Although the story was written by the honest lady, it seems that the story was mixed with the honest lady.

I flipped over the story politely, and Xia Yu found that she had written a lot more stories.

"When did you write it?" Xia Yu is surprised, unless Wen Ziying in the previous rush to draft, the time used in this novel, or there should be no time to write.

After all, she is in the country these days.

Wen Ziying's voice did not come for a long time. Xia Yu took back her attention from the manuscript paper and sensed Wen Ziying's mood. Doctoral novel network www.book84.net

Wen Ziying at this time A little scared?

Just said to take the manuscript paper when still good, how suddenly fear up?

Looking at the desk, Xia Yu saw the blue letter paper. It was probably the letter that sent the letter saying that the novel was not good. Wen Ziying was so depressed that she hid in the countryside. Pen pal's last letter.

Before Xia Yu prepares to ask, Wen Ziying's mood returns to normal.

"What's the matter?" Xia Yu did not directly ask, Wen Ziying did not know that he could feel his emotions.

"Nothing." Wen Ziying's words are also somewhat low.

Sure enough, there are some problems.

Previously, Xia Yu felt that Wen Ziying was too fussy to hide in the countryside because of that little thing. Although it is normal for a writer to have great mental pressure, her ability to resist pressure is not so great.

He recalled that he had entrusted Yu Ningmeng with intelligence from Wen Ziying's former neighbors.

According to the intelligence, neighbors said that sometimes a faint cry would be heard.

The clue of crying can point to all kinds of problems, such as poor, weak, stupid and so on. Xia Yu has no way to judge the valuable things.

Is Wen Ziying a perfectionist, as long as a book is a little scolded will be out of balance?Xia Yu side of the boring guess, while the manuscript paper put in the folder, left the room.

Coming downstairs, he was just about to reach out to stop a taxi when she heard Wen Ziying open her mouth and said, "the one on your right is the one who sent me Bao Huijia's letter last time. Please pay attention."

When the TV series "white bird" failed, Bao Huijia pushed her pot to Wen Ziying, and Xia Yu helped her clarify it. Before clarifying, Wen Ziying received a letter of accusation.

At that time, Xia Yu guessed that the letter was written by Wen Ziying's neighbor. Now it seems that it is.

Looking at the man who walked quickly to himself, although he was not tall, he was very big. Xia Yu asked Wen Ziying: "what is his situation?"

"Then he sent me another letter and just caught him." Wen Ziying explained, "he didn't apologize, but felt that I had used the influence of the industry and pushed everything to Bao Huijia. What Bao Huijia said was true."

Smell speech, Xia Yu and carefully looked at the man over, this guy thick eyebrows big eyes, did not expect or a brain powder.

The man quickly came to the front of Xia Yu and stopped.

He did not speak, just stopped in front of Xia Yu, staring at Xia Yu.

Wen Ziying's body is shorter than that of a man, so if Xia Yu wants to keep her eyes open, she has to raise her head, which is very troublesome.

"What do you want?" Xia Yu asked impatiently.

"Don't you have anything to say to Bao Huijia?" The man is right to ask.

"I have nothing to say to Bao Huijia, but to you." Xia Yu replied.

The man was surprised and curious, but he soon adjusted his mind.

He held hands, straight waist, overlooking Xia Yu: "what?"

"Sand sculpture." Xia Yu answers with a smile.

"What?" A man can't believe his ears.

"Sand sculpture without long ears." Xia Yu provokes again.

The man blushed.