Fog Era

Advance the time half a day.

This morning, Shen Xingye went out with great interest and refreshed, holding his masterpiece, putting on the agreed yellow clothes, and preparing to meet his pen pal.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Shen Xingye arrived in front of the Confucius Temple.

As a literati who thinks he is, Shen Xingye worshipped the old man from a distance, praying secretly that the Most Holy Master can bless him with inexhaustible writing.

After the worship, Shen Xingye scanned left and right, looking for the target person. In front of the Confucian Temple, people coming, people going, but the overall color of people's clothing in this era is dark and plain, and the big yellow clothes should be very eye-catching.

But Shen Xingye looked left and right, and did not see the second person wearing big yellow clothes.

"Strange, what about people?" Shen Xingye couldn't help wondering: "Why do you want to make an appointment at the Confucius Temple? There are so many people here." At this moment, a person approached. Behind Shen Xingye, he whispered: "You are the'night'?"

Huh?

My pen pal came here?

Shen Xingye turned around as a shivered, wanting to see what his pen pal was like. After seeing it, his mouth grew in surprise, because behind him was a girl. This girl wears thick round glasses like the bottom of a wine bottle, her long frizzy hair covers most of her face, and the rustic clothes seem to be stained with paint.

This kind of roughness really has the breath of an artist.

But—women?

Is my pen pal a woman?

Shen Xingye was stunned, the girl continued to speak, her voice a little stiff: "Answer me, are you the one who keeps writing to me under the name of'Ye Se'?"

Shen Xingye was stunned and nodded: "Yes, I am'Ye Se', you..."

The girl interrupted him and continued to ask: "What is your name?"

Foolish child tells the truth: "My name is Shen Xingye, don't you know..."

The girl continued to ask: "Are you a student in the second class of Fengming No. 1 Middle School?"

"Yes, it’s me, you..."

"What are you holding in your hand?" Is that note from ?"

"Yes, this is correct..."

"You brought it here, do you want me to read it?"

"I had this plan..." But now that he found out that his pen pal was a girl, Shen Xingye didn't know what to do.

Wait-girls?

The one who has always been in harmony with my soul, turned out to be a girl?

This!

I got it!

Shen Xingye's eyes are light flashed, and he only feels that he has seen through the mystery of fate all at once-isn't this unfolding just my luck!

Think about it. Although Goddess is charming, he doesn't understand my art. And this girl is stupid and silly, but she fits my heart.

The Fleshy body is Goddess soothing, and the soul is the resonance of the earth girl.

Although it is as pure as I want to be devoted, there is no way, Goddess, I am an artist, and I cannot refuse the call from art and destiny!

Hesitation from left to right, torture of conscience, guilt of soul's affair, and happiness of sinking into darkness, ah~~~A Shakespeare-like tragedy and comedy.

This is the fate of my great writer Shen Xingye!

Although the Tu girls are quite earthy and seem to be a little self-talking in character, aren't artists all self-talking? Moreover, no matter how soil is better than greasy and fat house.

Besides, isn't the general bridge section set like this? The unremarkable local girls dressed up and turned around in a gorgeous way, and thousands of people were amazed.

I believe that under this pair of glasses with the same bottom of a beer bottle, there must be beautiful eyes that charm all living beings!

But—yes—

It's hard to say whether the glasses are beautiful eyes that fascinate sentient beings, but the look in the girl's eyes suddenly sharpened. A powerful imposing manner burst into the not-too-tall body, and the whole person was fiercely forced to come up: "Tell you, Shen Xingye, you have something to do, prepare to go to the police station with me!"

"Huh?" The beautiful fantasy was suddenly cut, and Shen Xingye was dumbfounded: "What happened? What police station? What happened to me?"

"What's the matter? Is this unclear." The girl took advantage of it. Unprepared, he hacked away Shen Xingye's notebook. After flipping through it at random, he said with a certain face: "Playing as a hooligan, or as a hooligan for a long time, or as a hooligan in public."

"Playing as a hooligan?" The weakness caused Shen Xingye to panic: "I don't have it! I am not! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Do you dare to quibble?" The girl stepped forward and sneered: "Write to me for a long time. That kind of letter, foul language between the lines, what is it not to be a hooligan?"

Shen Xingye took a step back, his face paled: "This..."

The girl took another step forward:" Mentioned your notes many times, and as a result, Seqin could not look directly at the whole story, and she had to force underage girls to watch it. What is it not to be a hooligan?"

Shen Xingye took a step back and was dumbfounded: "I... …"

The girl also took a step forward: "And you have repeatedly described your nasty thoughts and asked the underage girl to draw you unbearable to look at pictures. This is not only disgusting, it is simply disgusting. , The dead gangster among the gangsters!"

Shen Xingye only felt that the sky was thundered: "No, wait, wait, I, I don’t know you are a girl!"

Girl snorted: "Do you have evidence to prove that you didn't know that I was a girl? I have sufficient evidence to clarify that you are a gangster. I keep all your letters. I have this note of yours. Also, What do you think this is?"

The girl took out a tape recorder from her pocket, oh la la oh la la rewound the tape, and then clicked it to play. Suddenly, Shen Xingye had just confessed his pen name, real name, identity, and behavior, and he heard from it.

Shen Xingye wanted to grab it in a panic, but the girl withdrew back and calmly said: "I advise you to calm down. Do you know why I set the meeting place here? If I scream 'Playing as a hooligan', guess how many people will rush to beat you?"

Shen Xingye is already shivering, Final Struggle said: "You, don't you also write to me, you It's also..."

"What am I? Is there any problem in my letter? It's all about you. Besides, even if there is a slight problem, it can only be explained. This Miss is both wise and brave. It's just to lead you out." The girl smiled slightly, and said leisurely: "Big talent, you are five cars richer than you are learned. I ask you, what is the maximum sentence in the Criminal Code for hooliganism?"

Shoot to death.

"How do you measure your sentence for what you did?"

Shooted.

"So, what do you think should be done now?"

Turn himself in and strive for leniency, from shooting five minutes to two hours.

But, but, but-I'm only seventeen years old Ahhh!

Shen Xingye's eyes turned black and could not catch his breath. He only felt that his life was over.

At this time, Shen Xingye was quick witted in an emergency, thinking backwards. Letters, diaries, Confucius Temple, hooliganism, voice recorder... the brain connects all of this girl’s deeds over and over again like an electric shock, allowing Shen Xingye to find an impossible breakthrough, the only chance to escape from birth. .

That is——

"great aunt ~~~!!!" Shen Xingye almost kneeled: "What do you want to order, you say~~~ !!!"