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Hearing the kind inquiries of his roommates, Zhao Kan cried more and more sadly, Sun Xinyang got up and turned on the light, stood beside Zhao Kan's bed wrapped in a quilt, and asked with sleepy eyes, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Kan forcibly eased up a few times, tried to suppress his sadness, and said stubbornly and sobbingly: "I'm fine, you can sleep." ”

Yu Xiaoshu also walked over wrapped in a quilt, holding the hair of a soldier several ways, and said: "Don't say it's okay, the third watch cried like Liu Bei in the middle of the night, why is it okay?"

Zhao Kan still pretended to be strong and said: "I'm really fine, I'll be fine, you go to sleep." He turned around, and a thick magazine slipped out of the covers.

Yu Xiaoshu squatted down and picked up the magazine, rubbed his eyes, took a closer look, and read: "Dajianghu, editor-in-chief of Yi Shui'an." ”

Zhao Kan suddenly got out of the quilt, got up and grabbed the magazine, Yu Xiaoshu shrank back, looked at Zhao Kan with a smile, and said: "This, no, Kankan, what do you mean, you are 100~10,000 \ small!

Zhao Kan, whose face was full of tears, let out a sigh of relief, leaned on the head of the bed in despair, and said leisurely: "It's good, the magazine has also been snatched away, what can I do?"

After hearing Zhao Kan's resentful sigh, Liu, Yu, and Sun suddenly had goosebumps on their arms, and gave birth to an inexplicable sense of absurdity, Yu Xiaoshu respectfully handed over the book and said, "You don't have to think of any way, the book will be returned to you." ”

Zhao Kan took the magazine, sighed again, and said, "You don't understand." ”

Liu Jingting could naturally guess the reason for Zhao Kan's sadness, but when he saw with his own eyes a fat man who should have thick lines, he was so literary, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart. Said: "According to people's habitual thinking, once you accept the setting of a fat man, you will unconsciously ignore a lot of things, in fact, we all forget about jì, when a fat man is literary and artistic, he is no longer a simple fat man." ”

"What's that?" asked Yu, Sun, and Zhao in unison.

"The fat man of literature and art. Liu Jingting replied seriously, and the three of them almost fainted.

Liu Jingting ignored the three of them, looked at Zhao Kan with a smile, and said, "I see that the Internet is discussing the "White Horse Whistling West Wind". That's what you see in this book?"

Zhao Kan did not directly answer Liu Jingting's question, groaned slightly, and said: "The so-called books in the world, others are hurt, and tears are like rain when they ask. If you ask about the liver and sausage, where do you understand the samadhi? ”

Yu Xiaoshu and Sun Xinyang, who were already dizzy, became more and more confused. Liu Jingting's heart is like a mirror. Zhao Kan is unrequited in love with the goddess of junior high school, once became someone else's girlfriend, and his heart has always been depressed. Reading that heart-wrenching question, coupled with the sad atmosphere of the story itself, and then thinking of my own experience, my heart was uncontrollable for a while. So "tears rained down".

Despite this, Liu Jingting was still quite surprised when he heard Zhao Kan's evaluation of "Book of the World" Yunyun, it was hard to imagine that this literary fat man in front of him was so literary and artistic that he was about to ask, but he heard Yu Xiaoshu ask: "What kind of question is so powerful that it can ask someone else's stomach ulcer?"

Liu Jingting and Sun Xinyang looked at each other, looked at Zhao Kan, and expressed their curiosity.

Zhao Kan ignored Xiaoshu's joke and said, "The three of you can't answer this question either, but because you don't have this kind of encounter for the time being, you don't have a deep understanding." ”

"Let's take a look. ”

Zhao Kan shook his head and said, "It's just that you can understand the unspeakable, you can read it yourself, Jingting also knows the title of the book - "White Horse Whistling West Wind," after a moment of silence, he continued: "It would be great if there was a chance to talk to me in person in the future." ”

"It's a fate to meet on the other side, but it's hard to meet a thousand miles away," Liu Jingting said with interest.

"Brother Ting's words seem to be bad, right?"

Liu Jingting smiled and didn't correct it, and said: "This is also a very strange thing, some people say that after eating eggs, why do you want to go to see the chicken, but usually our reaction is that the first reaction after eating eggs is to remember the chicken." ”

Zhao Kan said unhappily: "Jingting's example is inappropriate, my ancient brother is a great talent from heaven, don't damage him indiscriminately." ”

Liu Jingting nodded, and said in his heart: "Your Gu brother is just a teenager who prefers luck. ”

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With Zhao Kan's cry in the middle of the night, the book review storm about "White Horse Howling West Wind" was lifted, in fact, before this, there have been book reviews with high gold content on the forum one after another, Zhao Kan's meaningful sentence "Books in the world, others are hurt, a question is like rain, and then ask about the broken liver and intestines" The comment is from a book review of a reader in the Jianghu Forum.

The day after Zhao Kan cried at night, at about ten o'clock in the morning, a well-known film critic casually mentioned a sentence on a microblog: "The new issue of "Dajianghu" is a supplement novel "White Horse Howling West Wind", I praised it, I read it in one breath, and I didn't slow down for a whole day, thank you for the recommendation of Editor-in-Chief Yi, this book is very good, I like it very much." ”

At around twelve o'clock at noon, the ever-active radish head also updated his micro-blog: "Gu Yongsheng's new work "White Horse Whistling West Wind" is a speechless novel, because the novel asks a simple but unsolvable answer, and "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch", the author is still stubborn or retaliatory to give a tragedy again, but this time, this tragedy is to listen to the thunder in a silent place, which is even more thrilling. ”

When Radish Head claimed to be preparing a long review article, the discussion about "White Horse Whistling West Wind" in the micro-blog had rushed to the topic list, and the topic had nothing to do with the title of the book, and it had nothing to do with the author#你深爱的人却深爱别人.

As soon as this topic came out, it attracted thousands of people to participate, and the number of people is still rising, and the popularity of the topic is gradually rising, and then celebrities began to participate cautiously, and this topic finally irreversibly moved towards the road of "national memories of unrequited love".

"In the fourth grade of elementary school, I like a super laughing foodie girl who sits behind me, and every time she pretends to ask her for snacks, makes her cry and makes her laugh, but she seems to be more interested in my tablemate, and every time she talks to my scumbag tablemate. will blush, for which I hate my table for many years, and last year the classmates took advantage of drunkenness to beat him, haha. ”

"When I was in junior high school, I was a classmate with a girl in the neighborhood, she was a typical female school bully, and the landlord was a scumbag, and then I didn't know what the adults had done in private, and the female student next door began to give me make-up lessons, and then the landlord was fascinated by the stubborn ponytail of the female school bully. During the high school entrance examination, I unexpectedly heard that the female student bully had a crush on another male in the same class, a scumbag, and was hit hard, otherwise the landlord should be studying at Tsinghua University now. ”

"When I was in high school, I rode my bike home every day. But at that time, there was a group of evil gangsters in the school, every day after school. I went to the carport in advance to put the gas of other people's bicycles. But my bike was spared, because the captain of the varsity basketball team at the time would guard my bike after training every day until I showed up, and then walked away silently as a female paperwoman. I didn't have any resistance to this kind of boy who paid silently, and I later learned that he was actually my cousin's future cousin-in-law who came over to protect my bicycle, and he hid his face and burst ......into tears."

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Driven by this wave of national memories of unrequited love. #你深爱的人却深爱别人#这个话题终于登上本日话题榜最佳, at this time, another topic appeared at the end of the topic list, #很好很好偏不喜#.

There is no doubt that this sentence is also from "White Horse"!

On the same day, two hot topics appeared in the same book in a row, and all the two topics were spontaneously discussed by netizens, without any behind-the-scenes promoters.

"It's all good, but I don't like it. ”

This sentence, because of its broader meaning and freer creative space, instantly inspired netizens to create and adapt a wealth of inspiration.

"Tsinghua University has a well-known school auditorium, a Shuimu Tsinghua University that no math students dream of; Yanda has Weiming Lake and Boya Tower, all of which are very good, but I don't like them - when choosing a school, I only recognize Lan Xiang!"

"KFC has an elegant environment, excellent service, McDonald's is super extraordinary, tender and juicy, those are all very good and good, but I don't like it - the dog ignores the buns, eats one, and wants the second. ”

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Of course, funny is funny, there are still a large number of readers who are seriously talking about the story and their stubbornness, in such an era of "parents have full authority to arrange, and children are all rebellious", a sentence of "I don't like it" can still convey the voice of children.

When you are studying, your parents will choose a school and a major for you, and after graduation, your parents will arrange a job for you, and after you work, your parents will arrange a blind date for you...... I'm afraid that no one wants to spend their whole life in the arrangement, so I always have to say, "Your arrangements are very good, but I don't like it." ”

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"White Horse Whistling West Wind" created an unprecedented magic skill of two topics a day on the microblog, which made all publishing companies, including Qianhong, dumbfounded, speaking of which, even if Xue Muliang and Han Shuo jointly issued a book, they may not be able to create such a big movement, in fact, Gu Yongsheng's previous "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" has become very perverted, but in terms of topicality, it is slightly inferior after all.

Later that day, Xue Muliang also updated a status vaguely: The person you like happens to like you, this should be one of the most beautiful things in life.

Successful works of art must have this powerful contagious function, and neither borders nor festivals can eliminate the existence of this charm, Xue Muliang finished reading "White Horse", and like other readers, he even had a deeper feeling than other readers because of some reasons of his situation and nature.

He has a keen ability to discern stories, so he was shocked by the layout and conception of "The White Horse";

After all, he was smeared with literary and artistic paints in his bones, so he was moved by that sad story;

He is a publishing businessman, so he marvels and regrets the immeasurable potential of Gu Yongsheng's immeasurable commercial value.

Despite this, in terms of the story itself, there are still people in the Ding world who are more deeply touched than him.

After reading Gu Yongsheng's new story, Beihetang was speechless for a whole day, he was also shocked by this seemingly ordinary, but actually filled with a vast talent story, he felt the distant gap between himself and Gu Yongsheng, and what made him even more heartbroken was that this story was simply Gu Yongsheng's mockery of him.

"If you love someone deeply, you love someone deeply. What can you do?"

This question is obviously asking himself, he can almost imagine the smug expression on Gu Yongsheng's face when he wrote this sentence, as for the last sentence of the story, why not Mihu's attitude towards himself?

Beihetang is very painful, but more powerless, people who can write this kind of story and this kind of writing, there is really no way to do it themselves.

……

At the same time as Beihetang, he was suffering from this problem, and there was also the forum hardcore master "Tushen" who did not vomit and was unhappy, as one of the earlier people who read the story and prepared to draw up an attack plan. After reading the whole story, there was a rare silence.

Even now, he can't forget the weight of his body and mind when he took notes to make the last natural break. It was as if a boulder had slammed into his chest, and his hand holding the pen trembled uncontrollably. I just want to immediately run to "day and night" and ask her that question. Let her teach herself a good solution.

Tu Shen, who has almost lost the ability to think temporarily, has no time to draw up any black plans.

Therefore, the attack order that the "anti-ancient team" has been waiting for has never been issued, and at first the team members thought that the team leader was doing more detailed sorting and striving to hit the first hit, but as more and more readers read the story. Participating in the discussion of the story, the general trend of the forum gradually became uncontrollable.

Everyone is talking about Li Wenxiu's virtues, how people should treat love correctly, and all kinds of helplessness in life...... It extends from "good but not liked" to "very bad but liked".

"That guy doesn't like to shave. The feet stink, the soup can burn the green onions, the quilt is folded like a loose shelf, those are very bad and bad, but I still like ......"

Seeing that the situation had reached such an uncontrollable state, the other two members of the "anti-Cuba group" finally got anxious and kept leaving messages to Tushen on the WC, saying that they were going to take action no matter what.

He smiled bitterly and looked at the urging of his companions, and finally slowly raised his hand and replied: "I won't play anymore, and I advise you to stop playing, we lost, it was the kind of loss that was lost." ”

"The battle hasn't been fought yet, why admit defeat?"

"Have you read the novel?"

"Of course I read it, and I already have a preliminary direction, his novel is too focused on love, and the taste of martial arts is too weak, we can use this as a breakthrough. ”

"At the beginning, Gu Yongsheng pointed out that he wanted to take love as the theme, and he did it very perfectly, if you jump out at this time and accuse him of paying too much attention to love, you will die ugly, don't think that Qianhong's old foxes are vegetarians, and don't underestimate Gu Yongsheng, although I don't want to admit it, but the fact is that person is indeed a genius, at least a genius who writes martial arts, don't believe it and ask your boss. ”

In fact, I guessed that there were insiders sent by the employer among my partners, but the intentions of both parties were the same, and of course they kept a tacit situation, because the combination of professional industry players and veteran forum masters has always been invincible.

Except this time.

"You have to remember, we took the money. ”

"You don't need to talk to me about this, what I did before is worthy of the money you paid, I don't do the rest of the things, and the money is naturally gone, I say this to you, it is a kind reminder, this matter will only embarrass yourself more and more, if you are smarter, it is better to push the boat with the water." ”

"If you don't play, we can play ourselves, and we don't need you to guide us on how to do it. ”

The "anti-Cuban group" was thus broken.

Quitting the WC trumpet without vomiting or unhappy, he lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes, and his mind was still hovering around the scene of Li Wenxiu's depression alone, and half an hour later, he logged in to another forum vest and began to write his feelings after reading.

"I feel something, don't vomit or be unhappy", this is the declaration of Tushen's initial mixed forum, this time he felt too deeply, of course, he had to spit hard:

"Desperate unrequited love, the last natural paragraph, the frightening love in the white horse at night. ”

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"Honestly, did you ever think that this book could become such a hit?"

During the normal daily campus walk, Mi Hu asked Liu Jingting casually.

Liu Jingting smiled and shook his head, in fact, when he pushed this book, he had a rough judgment in his heart, knowing a few points that people were concerned about, and he also knew that those points were rich in topicality, but he still didn't expect that everyone would be so enthusiastic.

Of course, he won't find it too difficult to understand, even in the world rich in novels, there are many people who can't help but wet their eyes after seeing this story, in the second semester of the freshman year, in a certain Ma Zhe class, a girl in another class was talking about it below, and when talking about Jin Yong's martial arts, the girl specially mentioned "White Horse", recalling that when she saw this story in junior high school, she had cried once.

"Before, when I told you those words, did you think I was particularly funny, that I was worried?"

"I never regard other people's kindness as donkey liver and lungs, and those worries of yours are also faint in my heart, but since I have bragged about it, I must always have confidence. ”

"You coaxed so many people's tears this time, are you particularly proud in your heart?"

"The original intention of any literary and artistic work is not to make people cry when they look at it," Liu Jingting pondered the wording carefully, paused for a while, and continued: "Rather, it is to present you with a complete and, preferably interesting, story." ”

At this moment, Liu Jingting's phone suddenly rang, and when he took it out, it was a call from Daohua Wang Qianqian, Liu Jingting held up his mobile phone and shook it at Mihu, and said with a smile: "I dare to pack a ticket, she is here to scold." ”

Mi Hu said: "Hurry up and pick it up." ”

Liu Jingting pressed the answer button, and before he could say hello, he heard Wang Qianqian crying with extreme grievances: "Uncle, are you neurotic?"

(To be continued)