Song Wan briefly explained what he had asked Wei Heng about hiring a murderer to kill Zhao Li, and then told Chunxiu and others about their humiliation.
Song Qiuse is indeed more interested in this kind of thing than writing a book manuscript.
Song Qiuse asked enthusiastically: "Can we still pass on the order now? Why didn't sister tell me about such a fun thing earlier? We can't let these people die so easily. I can think of many different ways to die."
Song Qiuse's face was full of smiles when she said this, and there was an evil spirit coming out. Just when Song Wan was about to remind her, Song Qiuse said first: "These people deserve their crimes. Even my sister wants to kill them to do justice to justice. I will help her make suggestions." What's wrong with it? Moreover, these can be included in the bookstore's book of stories. After they are published, they can also serve as a warning to the world. I can help my sister write these manuscripts."
Song Qiuse was much more courageous than Song Wan. Song Wan said helplessly: "Sese"
Song Wan wanted to say something, but Song Qiuse interrupted her and said: "Sister, I am no longer the same Sese as before. You can't ask me to suppress myself and pretend to be the same as before, but I can promise you that as long as I stay with my sister, I will I will not harm innocent people. If my sister wants to kill someone, just tell me to go. My sister is too soft-hearted. This kind of thing is more suitable for me to do. I can no longer taste the ups and downs, and I can¡¯t. It¡¯s just a matter of doing things like this to add some fun.¡±
When he said the last sentence, Song Qiuse's expression became a little sad, and he clearly believed that Song Wan was soft-hearted and could not refuse her.
Song Wan said helplessly: "I'm not telling you this to be treated as gossip. You don't have to be like this."
Song Qiuse¡¯s eyes lit up, she hugged Song Wan¡¯s arm and said, ¡°I knew my sister was the best to me.¡±
Song Qiuse had some of the innocence of a little daughter at this time. Song Wan was still worried, but he didn't say anything after all.
¡°Some truths, no matter how many times you say them, are not as clear as experiencing them yourself.
After saying what he wanted to say, Song Wan picked up Song Qiuse's manuscript and read it.
Song Qiuse has never written a storybook before, but he has read many books and has good writing skills. It is not obvious that this is his first time writing.
Song Wan could easily take in the story. After reading a few pages, Song Wan noticed something was wrong and tilted his head and asked, "Are you writing about Xu Yingying?"
Song Qiuse bent her eyes and smiled, praising: "Sister is so smart."
Song Qiuse's story does not directly mention Xu Yingying, but uses her as the prototype to write a vixen with evil intentions. In the story, Song Wan and Gu Yanting are a match made in heaven, while Xu Yingying becomes the third party who destroys their relationship. In order to seduce Gu Yanting, Xu Yingying did many evil things, but they were eventually discovered. As a last resort, she turned her attention to another person, and eventually suffered the consequences. She was beaten back to her original form by the exorcist and skinned the fox as a warning to others.
Song Qiuse was on Song Wan's side, and he vilified Xu Yingying a lot in his words. Li Hechao also became stupid and made a lot of jokes.
Song Qiuse wrote the final process of skinning the fox in great detail, and the description was very bloody. Song Wan felt a little uncomfortable after reading it. He pinched his eyebrows and said, "The whole story frame is quite complete, but you are too biased, which will make your story characters It¡¯s unbalanced, there can¡¯t be perfect people in this world, and many parts are too directional, and others can tell who you are writing about at a glance.¡±
Song Qiuse didn't take it seriously and said, "I just want everyone to see that that woman is not a good person in the first place."
Song Wan shook his head and said, "Tese, whether it's life or a script, you can't just rely on your own subjective assumptions. This is too extreme."
"Then how does sister think it should be written?"
Song Wan was about to speak when a soft sound came from the roof, like someone stepping on a tile.