Four Hundred and Twenty-Four. Wen Ziying: The Mission Is Coming to an End

Facing Xia Yu's doubts, Wen Ziying replied, "It's too heavy, the winner of the Morning Prize, what kind of master of dystopian modern literature, I am obviously just an ordinary literary girl!"

"Are you really ready to seal your pen?" Xia Yu asked.

"Tomorrow I will hold a press conference!" Wen Ziying replied firmly.

"No regrets?" Xia Yu asked again. Asking clearly at this time is better than regretting it later.

"If I had left before, I might have regretted it. Now that I have won all the morning prizes, what regrets do I have?" Wen Ziying asked back.

"When you have made a complete decision, I will introduce you to a job," Xia Yu promised.

"Okay." Wen Ziying agreed, "Throw away the paper, let's play a game!"

Picking up the manuscript paper in front of him, Xia Yu threw them into the trash can, picked up Wen Ziying's notebook and clicked on the game.

After playing until morning, Xia Yu returned to his body.

Wen Ziying stood up and stretched.

Although she stayed up all night, she didn't feel tired.

Opening the cabinet, she took out all the manuscript paper inside.

Here are all the beginnings of novels, prose poems and so on that she wrote before.

After moving these manuscript papers out, Wen Ziying found a cardboard box and put them in. She opened another locked drawer, took out all the manuscripts of the novels so far, and threw them into the cardboard box.

Holding the cardboard box, she came to the yard.

"Miss." The nanny came up to help, but Wen Ziying refused.

Putting down the cardboard box, Wen Ziying and the nanny asked for a lighter and lit the manuscript paper.

The flames scorched the air, and black ash floated upwards, rising into the air and disappearing.

The ashes in Wen Ziying's heart also slowly dispersed and melted.

While her father was alive, she liked to write essays about stories, because it would please her mother, but after his death, everything changed.

Although Wen Ziying still saw a happy smile when handing over the written things to her mother, she knew that her mother was not happy for her, but happy for the manuscript to be published.

After such a period of time, she completely lost the passion and inspiration for creation when she was young, but what followed was the oppression of her mother.

Writing has changed from a happy thing to a rare and common thing, and then to a painful thing.

Until now, when dreaming back at midnight, Wen Ziying still feels terrified of the situation back then.

She wrote many prose poems, but she dared not submit any of them, because that was what she wrote when she was a child. Whenever she failed to submit, her mother would push her down on a small table to make her reflect.

To avoid it deliberately, Wen Ziying thought that she had forgotten about her childhood and that she had regained her enthusiasm for writing.

However, because of the adaptation of "White Bird" half a year ago, because of something that was not written in a book, she was attacked on the Internet, blocked at the door of the house, and accused in letters, which made Wen Ziying feel that fear again. The passion to write, her laborious search for new experiences, not to write better stories, but to avoid blame.

She hated this job, hated the manuscript paper dripping with tears, hated the pen held by the red palm, hated the low table that required effort to bend over, hated the surrounding sounds.

"Madam." The nanny's voice woke Wen Ziying up.

Looking towards the door, Wen Ziying saw her mother, Bian Guping.

Bian Guping stood on the threshold, staring blankly at the burning manuscript paper.

"Look at my mother." Wen Ziying said to the nanny.

She took a step, went back to the room, and took out the trophy for the morning award.

She stuffed the trophy into Bian Guping's arms: "This is for you, what you have always wanted."

Without looking at Bian Guping's reaction, Wen Ziying walked out of the house, took out her bicycle from the garage, and galloped along the path in the village, venting her emotions.

At noon, Wen Ziying had almost vented her emotions, and Wen Ziying returned home.

When passing by the door of Bian Guping's room, she glanced inside. Bian Guping didn't stare at the chrysanthemums in the yard today, but at the trophy for the morning award.

Wen Ziying can no longer remember how her mother went crazy, the only memory is the littered paper scraps scattered all over the floor, the torn ones are her mother's favorite prose about chrysanthemums.

Looking back, she came to the kitchen, took some food to satisfy her hunger, and returned to the bedroom.

After calling the publishing house to tell the decision, Wen Ziying posted another post on the forum.

After she was done, she threw away her phone, and she completely relaxed.

Don't write novels anymore, what should I do next? she thought.

In the days before, she was either writing novels or conceiving novels every day, occasionally playing games to numb herself, and nothing else.

There is no need to write novels now, and most of my life is free at once.

After searching in her heart for a while, Wen Ziying found something she was interested in.

Who is that guy who claims to be a stand-in messenger?

At this time, Xia Yu, the stand-in messenger, was reading Wen Ziying's post just now.

Xia Yu's first reaction was to sigh: I really closed my pen.

Then he thought of his mission.

Introducing Wen Ziying to work in the Yu family, the task of guiding Wen Ziying's life should be considered complete, and the star fragments will be available immediately.

He smiled.

"What are you happy about?" Xu Youxiang handed the potato chips in front of him.

"Something is finally coming to an end." Xia Yu opened his mouth, biting Xu Youxiang's finger while biting off the potato chips.

After eating Xu Youxiang's potato chips on the left, An Siyao on the right handed over apple chips.

Putting the apple slice in Xia Yu's mouth, An Siyao immediately withdrew his hand, fearing that Xia Yu would bite her.

But she could escape her fingers, but not her face.

Hu Lianglu, who was facing the three of them, looked at Xia Yu with cold eyes.

"What's done?" Xu Youxiang asked again.

Xia Yu thought for a while and replied, "It's about a game account."

The game account is a secret word, both An Siyao and Xu Youxiang know it.

"Fucked another woman?" Xu Youxiang retracted her hand, making Xia Yu bite the bullet.

"No, I'm happy that I can get something, something quite miraculous, but I don't know what it is yet." Xia Yu said to the two of them.

"What is it? I bought it for you." An Siyao tried to use money to please Xia Yu.

"It's not an ordinary thing. If you can see it, I'll let you see it when I get it."

After being intimate with the two for a while, Xia Yu came to Xu Youxiang's body. He had to start working, and the research on the medicine for ALS had not been completed.

In the afternoon, during the rest time, Xia Yu generously used Xu Youxiang's body to read Xu Youxiang's seal pen and announce.

"You still have an affair with a school girl!" Xu Youxiang snorted, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What you said is to help her quit the literary circle?"

"Yeah." Xia Yu nodded, "I'm going to introduce her to Yu Ningmeng as a translator. Don't worry, I won't show up."

Xia Yu thought, after the introduction, the star fragments would probably be available.

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