After reading the new book review below, Zhuang Yan clicked on his backstage and saw that there were four more yuan and eight cents in the account.

Now that there are a total of seven yuan and two cents in the account, Zhuang Yan nodded, well, yes, it is not far from the goal of two hundred yuan.

Zhuang Yan noticed that three people had read the book now, and the other two were able to determine that they were "the neuropathy who loves to read" and "begging readers".

The "Literary and Art Circle" website stipulates that if you don't consume and watch it, you are not allowed to comment on it. But I didn't read the book, but I could see the book review.

This rule is very reasonable, since you have not read the book, of course, you are not qualified to comment on the quality of a book, which also puts an end to some malicious readers, or malicious attacks of "unidentified people".

You can see the book review without reading the book, and it is also responsible for the reader, and the book review has the comments of the pioneers, so you can naturally observe the quality of a book from the side, although everyone's taste is different, and the love or dislike of a book is not necessarily.

But the "side" is still very pertinent, and the readers themselves can sift through the countless comments for useful information.

Zhuang Yan didn't worry too much about who the third reader was, after all, not everyone who loves to read will like to comment under the book.

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And thousands of miles away in Yanjing City, in a high-end apartment, a girl wearing one-piece pajamas with rabbit ears scolded while looking at the computer: "This Fugui is not a thing, he actually beat his father, and even his father-in-law insulted." Sister Lian, come and see. ”

Next to her was a woman, older than him, probably less than thirty years old, wearing a blue home coat, reading a book in her hand.

Hearing the girl's call, Sister Lian reluctantly twisted her body, "Xiaoya, it's not that you don't know, I don't like the literary and artistic world, there are some literary and artistic young people's disease-free moanings, there are a lot of prose poems, but there are not a few novels, even if there are a few novels, they are difficult to see, and even bullshit." ”

When it comes to the literary and artistic world, Sister Lian seems to be full of resentment and looks down on her.

The girl named Xiaoya walked over and pulled her, "This time it's a novel, and the author is still the person you told me about last time." ”

"Oh, who am I telling you?" she really couldn't imagine which author she would recommend to Xiaoya on the website of the literary and art world.

"It's the one named Zhuang Yan. Xiao Ya said as she pulled her.

"Zhuang Yan?" Sister Lian searched carefully in her mind for a while before she finally remembered what Zhuang Yan was. She said with some disdain, "You said that Zhuang Yan, he wrote all the stories, although there is no literary illness, but the story is too bland, it tastes like chewing wax." ”

If Zhuang Yan heard her words on the side, he would definitely agree with her, because what she said was really right.

However, Sister Lian said strangely, "Why did I tell you such an author at that time?"

Xiaoya blushed, "You read my essay at the time, and said that the rhetoric of my essay was too gorgeous and exaggerated, and you happened to see this author's article at that time, so you asked me to take a look, saying that his writing was not bad, simple, not empty, and asked me to learn it." ”

Sister Lian suddenly said, "That's right, this guy's writing is okay, a master of argumentative essays, writing novels, it's a little bit meaningless, and his brain is not enough." ”

"Sister Lian, just take a look, I think this author's new story is very different from the previous ones. Xiaoya did not give up her willingness to ask her to read the book.

Seeing Xiaoya begging her like this, Sister Lian had no choice but to sit next to the computer, but she shook her head and sighed as she passed, "An author, it is not an overnight thing to make progress, it can be seen from his previous story that this person has no life experience, and he lacks imagination, and he is a very boring person." It's only been a long time, and even if there is progress, I'm afraid it's limited. ”

"You'll just take a look. Xiaoya pressed her against the chair.

"Okay, good, I'll just look at it. Sister Lian sat down and clicked on the two newly updated chapters of Zhuang Yan.

"Yo, it's still charged, this guy ......"

As soon as she clicked on it, when Sister Lian noticed that it was a paid chapter, she couldn't help but say that there are not many people who dare to set up a paid chapter on the website of the literary and art world.

This kind of person is usually someone who is already well-known, or who has written a long book, and there is a fee for the later chapters.

Like Zhuang Yan, if you don't meet any of the above two conditions, of course, there are also fees, but basically they are looking for death.

"I'm Fugui...... It's the first person, it's really guts. ”

As soon as she read the first sentence, Sister Lian couldn't help but ridicule again.

But slowly, she fell silent, as if immersed in the story, she followed the words of the book to Fugui's story, observing the world she had never even heard of with his eyes, and the story that happened in that world, and this story belonged to Fugui.

Fugui went to prostitution, Fugui went to gamble, the book is described in detail from the first perspective, just like writing a diary, if it weren't for the background and never heard of it, Sister Lian would even think that this is a diary, and the story in it is a true story.

Fugui fought back with his father, and rode Jinv to humiliate the old man, and lost the face of the old man in front of the crowd. This is the end of the story.

"What a deserved, what a bastard, bastard!"

After reading it, Sister Lian's chest shook and spit out these three sentences.

"That's it, it's a wolf-hearted beast!" Xiao Ya also said angrily.

Then Xiaoya asked again, "Sister Lian, did you say that this story is over? Is there anything left, what will happen to this Fugui in the future?"

Sister Lian pursed her lips and sneered, "What's the matter? What else can he do, he is bankrupt now, his wife's family is rich and powerful, and he must have run away." ”

Xiaoya didn't want to believe it, "But the background written in the book is a bit retro, it seems that once upon a time, I heard that people in the past said that women can't remarry." ”

Sister Lian touched her chin, "That's true, I don't know what the historical background of the author's writing is, but this kind of person just can't have a good end." ”

"That's right. Xiaoya agreed, "But we don't even know if the author writes or not." ”

"It's okay, I'll ask. Sister Lian dragged over the keyboard and began to type, asking all the questions she wanted to ask.

But after waiting for a long time and still not waiting for a reply, Sister Lian was a little discouraged, "This guy didn't reply." ”

Xiao Ya said suddenly, "Why don't we give a reward?" ”