"Yes, new books. "The novelist sits in front of the computer and taps on the keyboard while talking to people on his phone.

What is surprising is that the novelist is quite young, no more than his early sixteens, with a thin body and slender fingers. The eyes under the black broken hair were bright and scary, like lights in the fog.

"Qianzhou, does your new book really feature a woman?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked with some uncertainty.

"Yes, it's a new attempt, her name is Lan Ting, but I promise it's going to be a great story. The novelist, whose pen name is Qianzhou, is quite confident, and there seems to be a flash of fire in his eyes.

"In terms of the title of the book - since the protagonist is called Lanting, how about it being called "Lanting Preface"?"

"Since you say so, it's fine. But what kind of world is that?"

After pondering for a while, Qianzhou said: "On the corpses of the old civilization, new flowers are blooming freely. ”

After a pause, Qianzhou said again:

"It's absurd, it's fragmented. ”

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