Fog Era

Everyone has a dream.

Ling Xingjian is Shen Xingye's dream.

But apart from Ling Xing's vision, it is a literary dream that will accompany him for a longer time.

Shen Xingye was anguished to die when he found out that he was really paying for the beast before. Now being provoked and despised in the literary dream, being said "no", it hurts him even more, making him get up when he is dead, and shouting with dry vocal cords: fuck your mother!

The art is actually like this.

I can tolerate everything else, no one pays attention to loneliness, poverty, and embarrassment. These are all okay, except that I can’t question my art.

Just write a sentence or two and miss me?

This is the biggest insult to me!

Shen Xingye picked up the pen and said, Let’s go to war, Shi Tiexin, we are irreconcilable!

Then, after the class, Shi Tiexin mixed his note with Shen Xingye's note, and did not say who wrote it-although Shen Xingye's dog crawling character and Shi Tiexin's calligraphy can be seen at a glance Can tell.

Then the two invited Ling Xingjian as a judge, watch two pieces of paper separately, and choose the one that interests her and wants to know the following.

Now it is a last-minute fight, and there is no room to retreat. Shen Xingye's forehead is already sweating.

Ling Xing saw Xing’s eyes lightly, read the first note, but did not respond, then looked at the second note, immediately opened his mouth, and said in surprise: "There is such a thing? This is Who wrote it, and what's the story behind?"

Shen Xingye grabbed the note in a panic and saw that it was not his own, and his heart sank. Look at the content again: War God returned home from the side for ten years and found that his seven-year-old daughter was forced into a doghouse. Angrily ordered, China’s 100,000 retired soldiers gathered!

This...

Shen Xingye has a short circuit in his mind.

Is this... too exaggerated? Too unrealistic? I always feel that something is a bit wrong, but it seems to be a bit sensational. But, it's obviously mine is better, why...

I was thinking about it, and Ling Xing saw that he was already excited over there: "Who wrote it? What happened later? Little girl. Misery, who forced her to live in the doghouse, is her cruel stepmother?"

Shen Xingye is confused, are these two sentences really so attractive?

No way, no way, stand firm. Goddess, although you are Unparalleled Beneath The Heavens, I discovered today that you are not perfect either. Your fatal flaw is that you don't know how to appreciate real art. Although we are destined to be together in this life, we can't resonate in art. It's really a sad love in the world...

We still have to find someone who is appreciative.

Who are you looking for?

Oh, squad leader Fang, she is the only one!

Although she is not my food, she has a noble background, and she must be able to see my artistic level better, absolutely no problem!

So, the second round begins.

Fang Qingjue took the two pieces of paper over and looked at it curiously. Look left, look right, there is nothing to express, it seems that I don't care much.

Shen Xingye swallowed, sweat has slipped into his eyes, and he couldn't breathe nervously.

"I have to choose one that I am more interested in..." Fang Qingjue's two fingers clipped a note: "I'm slightly interested in this."

Shen Xingye snatched it, and when he saw that it was not his own, his back suddenly became bleak.

The hand was empty, and the note had been snatched by Ling Xingjian, and he gently read it out: "'Young Master, this is the young lady's document." Hmph, did she finally agree to the divorce?'' No, this is the death notice of the young lady.'..."

Slowly put down the note, Ling Xing saw the mist in his eyes, sparkling: "This, this young lady, too, terrible! Dead? How did she die? Sickness or death? Poison to death or accidental death? Why did Young Master divorce her? Is there any danger to face alone?"

Hearing what Ling Xing saw, Fang Qingjue, who had been silent, suddenly opened his mouth and calmly said: "There is also a probability, this housekeeper has a problem. The housekeeper and the young grandma are connected in series to set up the game, and the Young Master is brought into the set, taking the opportunity Embezzling family property is also a way of thinking."

"Oh! You have a good idea!" Ling Xing saw turned around, and excitedly joined Fang Qingjue to discuss. All kinds of thoughts continued to evolve all of the time, and as soon as the conversation started, Fang Qingjue, who was usually reluctant to speak, said more.

Shi Tiexin looked interesting from behind, and turned his head again, and found that Shen Xingye was already pale, as pale as when he went to blackmail Lao Tang.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I, I, I don't agree!" Shen Xingye grasped his last stubbornness: "This kind of thing, this kind of thing will only catch the eye Things, impossible is better than my art!"

"Are you dissatisfied? Well, I will write one for you too, and see if you want to see it." Shi Tiexin took the note and wrote a big pen He waved it, and put the note in front of Shen Xingye. Shen Xingye took a look at it. The content was sparse:

The wretched son-in-law was forced out of the house by his mother-in-law to sign a divorce agreement with tears in tears. Qi Zhi knelt and called the master, mother-in-law and father-in-law scared shiver coldly.

Boom—

What's there, it suddenly jumped in the chest.

Shen Xingye's eyes straightened, only to feel that this note seemed to have magical powers, motivating his inferiority and delusion, making him seem to be that poor son-in-law in an instant, dreaming of extreme bullying and exuberant The pleasure of reversing between.

Shi Tiexin’s voice came from the side: "What, do you want to see it?"

"I..." Shen Xingye wanted to refute, wanted to be hard-headed, wanted to regroup, and wanted to make another decision. Plan, want to torture Shi Tiexin's spirit in another way. However, looking at the exaggerated content on the note in hand, and then looking at the shriveled poems in his notebook, suddenly, he was disheartened and dispirited.

I might...not fit to be a writer...

That night.

Shi Tiexin returned to the dormitory and found that Shen Xingye hadn't worked hard, but was lying on the bed half-dead, with a pillow on his face, motionless like a corpse.

"What's the matter?" This Shi said curiously while changing his clothes, "Don't communicate with your pen pal? Don't write your driving guide?"

Shen Xingye Turned over, pointed his butt at Shi Tiexin, and muttered in a low voice: "Leave me alone."

"I didn't want to care about you, what do you like." That said, Shi Tiexin is still on the side. Change your shoes and try comforted: "You shouldn't have been hit, you don't have to be. I didn't know how to read the word, learn it, what a big deal."

"What a big deal "!" When Shen Xingye heard this, he opened the quilt and stood up, angrily at Heavenly Dao: "What is a big deal? You took my...my dream away, crushed it, and threw it on the ground. I’ve trampled on, and asked me what’s the big deal? In your eyes, am I particularly stupid and bullying!" Since crossing the world line, apart from a few naturally hostile people, Shen Xingye is the only one A man yelling and furious. Shi Tiexin was a little surprised and thoughtful. Then he looked straight and said seriously: "Your dream? Your dream is so little intensity? Shen Xingye, Shen Xingye, don't blame your big brother. I speak straight, and I have to give it to you today. Last lesson."