"The author is big, why did you lose contact?"

"Yes, it's 404 when I wake up early in the morning, and it was fine last night. ”

"I finally updated two chapters, why is it gone?"

"It won't be a taboo and be finished by all the river crabs, right?"

"Impossible, that's what I wrote, as long as you avoid the supernatural ghosts, the city and guns, and the fairy and fantasy religions, you won't be blocked at all. ”

"Upstairs, six-six-six, now the author is too difficult, and I feel distressed for a second. ”

At six o'clock in the afternoon, after hanging up the phone, Fang Jing's saliva was dry, his throat was about to smoke, and his mobile phone had not stopped since morning.

Qingcheng, Wudang, Shaolin, Huashan, Hengshan, Taishan, he apologized to people one by one, fortunately he didn't write the story of Yitian Slaying the Dragon, otherwise he would have to run dozens of sects alone.

After seeing the news in the book friend group, he quickly made an announcement.

"Everyone! This book is completely fictional, if there is any similarity is purely coincidental, you should not go to Shaolin to buy the Yijin Sutra, and go to Huashan to think about the cliff, you are not afraid that the plank road in the sky is so high? Don't make trouble for other staff. ”

"I'm apologizing to several major sects now, if I don't get forgive, this book may have to be sealed for a lifetime, I will rest for a few days, and I will notify when the update will resume. ”

"Lao Tie Liuliuliu! It's the first time I've seen a writer being found by the main owner when I've grown so big. ”

"I just want to know who is the person who went to Shaolin Temple to buy the Yijin Sutra? How could there be such a stupid person...... Did you buy it?"

"I played in Huashan once a year before last, and I didn't think about the cliff, so don't go to join in the fun. ”

"The more than ten years of residents at the foot of Songshan said that there is no Yijin Sutra, and there is no Zuo Lengzen on the mountain, but there are many martial arts schools, and Wang Baoqiang is the ...... from here."

On the fourth day of May Day, after all kinds of tongues were wasted, the smiling proud rivers and lakes were finally released, and the first thing Fang Jing did was to open a 3,000-word single chapter at the front.

In addition, he himself admires the traditional Chinese culture and scenic spots, and calls on book friends to have time to see. ”

Although Xiaoao Jianghu has been missing for a few days, after such a fuss, not only has the popularity not decreased, but it has become a fire, and everyone wants to see who can be found by Qingcheng, Shaolin Temple, and Wudang.

In the past few days, Fang Jing has tens of thousands of words, and for the first time, he has saved so many manuscripts, so he did not send them all, but set it to two chapters a day, and the system will release them regularly.

......

"Fang Wei, I'm leaving, don't you have anything to say to me?

At the door of the house, looking at the ecstatic Fang Wei, Fang Jing felt that he shouldn't come back, the food he had cooked in the past few days was a waste.

Fang Wei's smiling face was like a flower, Fang Jing finally left, the stone in his heart finally landed, the life of multiple parents on his head was really uncomfortable, he had to take care of everything, he couldn't see anything pleasing to the eye, and he told her the truth every day.

"Brother, goodbye, brother, go slowly. ”

"Bang!" the door shut.

Fang Jing was about to say something, but faintly heard the sound of a phone call.

"Xiaoyin, my brother is gone, when are you going to come over to play? It's not that I won't let you come, my brother is too fierce, I'll beat you when you get angry." ”

"What? You just want to see my brother? Hey, it's too much! I treat you as a best friend, but you want to be my sister-in-law. ”

"My brother isn't interested in you little kids, you die, he likes the older ones. ”

......

"I'm tired"

"Tears in my eyes"

"The Wind of the Hometown and the Clouds of the Hometown"

"Erase the wounds for me"

At the Modu Airport, a middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes and gray hair, carrying a large travel bag and gently humming this old song, Fang Jing passed by him, and was inexplicably a little sad after hearing the song.

Coming out of the airport, the driver Lao Wang had been waiting for a long time, looked back at the crowded hall, and Fang Jing stepped into the nanny car.

"I used to be so proud!"

"Returned with empty bags. ”

......

"How does it feel to shoot for the first time for so long?"

"It's tiring and hard. ”

"How hard is it? Can you tell me about it?"

"Half the effort, I can't do acting skills, others can prepare for a scene for an hour, I have to take four or five hours, and I'm too tired after a month. ”

"Is there anything else that makes you happy?"

"Yes, make money, I won't be tired when I get millions of dollars, all the grievances and dissatisfaction will disappear, and I feel like I can still fight for ten years. ”

"I'm also happy to be recognized, especially in terms of performance. ”

"Oh, why, aren't you better at music?"

"It's not the same. ”

"What's the difference. ”

"Because ......" Fang Jing was suddenly startled, opened his eyes, and found himself in the living room, lying on a massage chair, in front of Yang Ning and a woman named Fu Xin.

Shaking his head and softly replied, "Because music is my strength, there is no sense of challenge." ”

He remembered that it was May 7th, and Yang Ning had brought him a psychiatrist for treatment, and he seemed to be asleep just now.

Fu Xin put away the notes and said lightly: "It's not a big deal, many people have your situation, there are too many things in their hearts, usually pay attention to release, it's best to find a hobby, such as playing basketball, playing football, swimming or something." ”

"Thank you, doctor, I see. Fang Jing wiped the sweat on his head, raised his hand and looked at his watch, only three minutes had passed.

"Since you're optimistic, it's up to me. Yang Ning said suddenly, "Fang Jing, you wait for me outside for a while, I have been suffering from back pain recently, dizziness and insomnia, just let Dr. Fu give me a massage." ”

"Oh!"

Seeing Fang Jing go out, Yang Ning turned his head and said, "What is the situation with him?"

Fu Xin shook her head, "It's just that there are too many things on his mind, and he has strong vigilance and willpower, I don't know what secrets there are, just now he woke up as soon as I mentioned music." ”

"I've only seen this situation in middle-aged people in their thirties and forties, and I don't know where this kid has so many worries at such a young age. ”

Yang Ning immediately thought that it was Fang Jingna who disappeared for no reason, and every time he paid his salary, he disappeared, and he didn't know where he used it, so he didn't ask.

Half an hour later, the two came out of the private medical room, and did not leave immediately, Yang Ning took Fang Jing to wander around the community.

"Sister Ning, can you help me contact a few acting teachers, preferably those who have acted. ”

"What, you want to learn acting?"

"Hmm!" Fang Jing nodded heavily, "It's not a way to mix on the set every day, there will definitely be a lot of scenes to take in the future, and the same exaggerated expressions will be scolded by the audience." ”

"There is a professional teacher to lead the way in acting, and I learn it relatively quickly. ”

"Yes. Yang Ning sighed, "Since you want to learn, I'll give you a chance, and I'll arrange it after I'm busy this week." ”

"As your agent, I still have to remind you, don't give up your roots, remember, you are a singer, a singer, and acting is a side hustle. ”