Lu Lifeng looked at Zhuo Jiaoer, while the other party stared at the sea blankly. Not far away was sitting Zhen Momu, facing the invasion of the waves alone, but moved back a little, every time she was washed by the sea, Soak your body, as if you can really wash your dirty soul.
"Jiaoer."
Lu Lifeng talked to Zhuo Jiaoer, but Zhuo Jiaoer covered her ears as if she didn't hear her.
"Jiao'er, I heard from your mother that you traveled to Changshi Town and suffered a lot of insults. Fortunately, things can be resolved satisfactorily later."
"Where is the consummation? The villagers said that I can only continue to like the plays I wrote by completely confessing the real situation on the Internet. In the end, I just did it. Now, they are all scolding me, for example. It used to be much more, and I don¡¯t need to be a writer, I just sit at home every day, eating and waiting to die, that¡¯s all I can do in my life, it¡¯s already pretty good, if it was in ancient times, it would destroy other people¡¯s feelings, It was to be thrown into the sea to be fed to the sharks."
"Are you angry with grandma? Jiaoer."
"How dare I, grandma is an old man, and respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional virtue. I don't want to be said again that Zhuo Jiaoer's character is extremely bad. Not only does he steal other people's boyfriends, let other people's girlfriends have abortions, even grandma I don¡¯t want to talk to you, so get out of the literary world. Maybe if I change my vest, I can still make do with it, but I won¡¯t be famous anymore. You must know that there are tens of thousands of writers nowadays, and their works are gone. If I want to become famous overnight, it¡¯s almost impossible It¡¯s harder than climbing to the sky. So, among the writers who change their pen names, how many of them can still be famous once? Unless they are hit twice by meteorites at the same time.¡±
At this moment, Zhuo Jiaoer felt that something hit her arm. It turned out that it was Zhen Momu who threw small stones in her direction.
"Stop messing around! I thought miracles could really happen. In short, I'm down now. If I knew it, I wouldn't listen to those villagers. I will bite my mouth to death in this life. Whoever told Wu Xiong to treat me like that, I will let him He bears the name of a scheming man and a heartless man for the rest of his life, and he wants everyone to scold him and sell my news. Hmph, let it out so that he and Guaiguai will never have a good life."
"Jiao'er, when you see them at the bottom one day, don't you feel guilty in your heart? I don't believe that when you write the next novel, you will not think about it. I'm afraid that will be the only way to never feel guilty again. It can¡¯t be adapted into a movie.¡±
"What do you want to teach me?"
"Jiao'er, do you think grandma is not qualified to say these words? It's because grandma didn't set an example and didn't teach your mother well, so you are fascinated by it and pursue your so-called love abnormally?"
Zhuo Jiaoer rolled her eyelids, as if she wanted to leave, but Lu Lifeng asked her to sit down.
"You just want to live like this in the future? Jiaoer? If you have a talent for writing, you will definitely be able to stand out among the many writers. No matter what your pseudonym is, even if you shouldn't, you still use your current real name. Yes. One day, readers will fall in love with your person again because of the touching stories you tell, your personal feelings, and your degree of repentance. Therefore, you have to cherish it. Young people can¡¯t listen to the words of the old. , but experience is a very mysterious thing, and only when you experience it yourself, you may really believe it.¡±
"Actually, Xiaosan doesn't deserve to live at all." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com