Chapter 114: The Cannon Bombards His Mother (I)

A group of people who attacked Guo Dalu on the Internet seemed to be shocked after seeing Guo Dalu's life history, and they stopped for a long time, and it seemed that the prepared rhetoric was difficult to say for a while. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The fans of Guo Dalu, who were out of breath, started a big counteroffensive and began to ask for an explanation for some public figures who had previously condemned and criticized Guo Dalu, and for a while the situation had a tendency to reverse, but it was not until a large number of people who attacked Guo Dalu attacked Guo Dalu again that these fans were not allowed to return to Guo Dalu's Weibo to defend and attack.

A large number of people who attacked Guo Dalu seemed to have been commanded and instructed by some people, and this time they avoided talking about Guo Dalu's "knowledge", "literacy", "vulgarity" and other aspects, and just made a fuss about Guo Dalu's video of dogs biting people, and did not dare to expand the attack.

One of the attackers said: "Even if the resume that broke out on the Internet is true, what does this mean? Even if Guo Dalu is a hero of the past, it cannot hide his ugliness now!"

An attacker even left a message to Guo Dalu's fans: "The past is the past, the present is the present, Guo Dalu's dog and hurt people is clearly shown in front of everyone, why do you still have to argue for him? Isn't this talking nonsense with your eyes open?"

In the face of the remarks of these attackers, it was really difficult for these fans of Guo Dalu to refute, so they had to remain silent.

Compared with the brain-dead fans of other celebrities, these fans of Guo Dalu are more reasonable, which is why Guo Dalu's dog bite video lost more than half of the fans as soon as it appeared.

These fans all started to pay attention to Guo Dalu after reading Guo Dalu's book at the beginning, they have all kinds of people, of different ages, but basically they will not have a tendency to be brain-dead, and they will not maintain Guo Dalu's idol without reason.

The big reason why they are defending Guo Dalu now is because of the announcement made by Wang Xiaolu before, they are still willing to believe Wang Xiaolu, and now with the glorious deeds of Guo Dalu that have been exposed, these fans have more confidence in Guo Dalu.

Although the rebuttals of these fans are a little pale in the face of these ill-intentioned attackers, they have been persevering.

Wang Xiaolu, who has been paying attention to the movements of Weibo, was moved by the persistence of these fans, and she decided to let Guo Dalu personally come forward to solve the matter.

As the party concerned, Guo Dalu received Jiang Dongliu's arrival at home at this time.

At this time, Guo Kaishan had already grasped the medicine according to Guo Dalu's prescription, and the external medicine was fried by Guo Dalu and then all put into a bag sewn of fine gauze, so that Guo Kaishan could tie the waist to the meat on his abdomen, and the internal medicine should be decocted once a day and drunk for a month.

When Jiang Dongliu entered the Guo family's compound, Wang Chunmei was decocting medicine on the small stove in the courtyard.

She held the stove on her head, and the small pu fan in her hand fanned against the mouth of the stove from time to time, and the smoke rose from the spout of the medicine pot, and the unique smell of Chinese medicinal materials filled the entire courtyard.

"Hey, who's sick at home?"

Jiang Dongliu saw Wang Chunmei's decoction and said in surprise: "Now few people look at Chinese medicine!"

Wang Chunmei raised her eyes and saw Jiang Dongliu, and hurriedly stood up, "Teacher Jiang is here, please sit down, please sit down! Dalu, quickly invite Teacher Jiang into the house!"

When Guo Dalu saw Jiang Dongliu asking, he explained with a smile: "It's still my father's old illness." I have been watching Western medicine for so long, but there is no effect, and I have spent a lot of money. Now I simply use traditional medicine to treat it, maybe it really has an effect. ā€

Jiang Dongliu was noncommittal, he himself was extremely opposed to traditional Chinese medicine, but guarding Wang Chunmei at this time, it was naturally difficult to say anything against it, so he had to remain silent.

After the two entered the house, Guo Dalu let him into his bedroom and opened the computer file, "Na, the follow-up work you want has been completed." ā€

Jiang Dongliu didn't believe Guo Dalu at the beginning when he said that he had finished the new book.

Even when he saw the document on Guo Dalu's computer at this time, he was still a little skeptical, he was not busy reading the document at first, but asked Guo Dalu: "Dalu, how many words are there in your new book?"

Guo Dalu said: "A million." ā€

Jiang Dongliu asked again: "This is also what you made in the past month?

Guo Dalu said: "Isn't this nonsense? It must have been written this month, if this manuscript was saved, I would have given it to you a long time ago, and I would have given it to you now?"

Jiang Dongliu thought about it, Guo Dalu really had no reason not to save the manuscript and not send it.

Thinking about this, Jiang Dongliu immediately admired Guo Dalu, "Dalu, when you said that you wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in a month, my colleagues in the company and I still don't believe it, but now it's only been a month, and you have written another work of more than one million words, and now I don't believe it, but I have to believe it!"

Guo Dalu laughed: "Actually, to be honest, I don't believe it myself, but that's exactly what happened." ā€

He said to Jiang Dongliu: "How about you take a look at what is written first?"

Jiang Dongliu stopped talking and turned his eyes to the computer.

"The Condor Heroes?"

He said strangely: "Is it really the sequel to Guo Jing and Huang Rong? Could this divine eagle be the two white eagles that Guo Jing caught in Mongolia before?"

Because the writing of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is so attractive, Jiang Dongliu has read it many times, and when he sees the words "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", he can't help but think of the plot in the book Condor Shooting, so he asked.

Guo Dalu smiled: "You better take a look and talk about it." ā€

Jiang Dongliu didn't ask anymore, and began to look down, and he was shocked when he saw the words "Butterfly Loves Flowers" at the beginning, "Da Lu, your poem is very well written, enough to take it out to participate in today's poetry conference." ā€

Guo Dalu said with a smile: "This is the long and short sentence of Mr. Ouyang Xiu of the Northern Song Dynasty, not written by me." ā€

Jiang Dongliu said with a smile: "How can there be any Ouyang Xiu in the Northern Song Dynasty? Ouyang Zhong has one, but Ouyang Zhong has never written this poem, so don't be modest!"

He looked down while laughing, and at first he could discuss a few words with Guo Dalu, but he slowly immersed himself in the story and couldn't extricate himself, and he didn't hear or turn a blind eye to things outside his body.

It wasn't until Guo Dalu called him to eat that he woke up, "Eat, what to eat?"

As he spoke, he looked out the window and saw that it was dark and it was already dusk.

Jiang Dongliu was taken aback, "Ah! It's getting dark today?"

He rubbed his eyes and complained to Guo Dalu: "I'm fascinated, I'm fascinated! Dalu, too, why don't you know how to call me? This afternoon has passed unconsciously!"

Guo Dalu said speechlessly: "Lao Jiang, we have to speak with our conscience! You went to the toilet three times this afternoon, and every time you urinated, I reminded you that it was not early, but every time you said that you would look at it for a while, and then look at it for a while, so that when you look at it again, you will see this time." ā€

Jiang Dongliu thought about it carefully, it seems that there is really such a thing, but he is addicted to books and can't extricate himself, all he thinks about is reading books, and his inquiries from the outside world are just unconscious responses, and he forgets after speaking, if it weren't for his lack of body, his eyes are a little unbearable, and he probably can continue to read.

ps: No, it's cowardly! It's five chapters today, I can't write it!