"This Heqin student is really a thick-faced, black-bellied, and scheming old fox!"

On the train home, Deng Zheng looked at a copy of "Nanguo Metropolis Daily" in his hand and said with secret emotion.

This newspaper was given to him by Gu Weiyuan when he sent him to the car. It could be seen that Gu Weiyuan was a little nervous. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the violin student suddenly sang this menacing play, which was definitely planned and prepared.

Combined with this interview, Deng Zheng is actually easy to guess the thoughts of Heqin students.

This person should belong to the kind of person who knows the times, and he has seen the greatness of "Ping's Trace" from the beginning, so he will never fight head-on, slander, or do those useless things from beginning to end.

Moreover, he himself should be well aware that the definition of "martial arts novel" is more appropriate, has a richer spiritual and cultural connotation, and is more hopeful of bringing this literary form from the previous second-rate fringe to the mainstream...... Therefore, in the great wave of debate that disturbed some time ago, he was always silent and never squeaked to express any opinions.

If the "chivalrous" wins, he is still his leader; if the "martial arts" wins, it is nothing, and even in his heart, in the long run, the latter may be the result he is more willing to see, and in the present, it is also beneficial to him, because he has been silently preparing for the future since the day he saw "Pingxia Film"!

This backhand is to take advantage of the unstable foothold of "Golden Liang" to quickly come up with a long-form masterpiece that is longer in length, more magnificent in structure, higher in writing standards, and more twists and turns in the plot than "Ping's Trace"!

No one will doubt that He Qinsheng can do this, and Deng Zheng will not doubt it.

Not to mention that Heqin Sheng's creation has a large number of fans for many years, this person himself was engaged in historical biography and literature at the beginning, and he didn't have any words, Chinese studies, writing skills, etc., what he was short of was a window of imagination. Now Deng Zheng has pierced this window with "Ping's Tracer Video", and seeing that a new creative idea is displayed in front of him, with his skills and basic skills, it is definitely not difficult to write a new work that is more mature and fuller in all aspects!

Therefore, people are not here to do anything else, they are looking at the ripeness of the fruit, and they are generous enough to stretch out their hands to pick the fruit!

From this point of view, this violin student is much more powerful than the previous clown writers who only jump up and down and spray everywhere!

"Oh, it's so melancholy. Heqin Sheng is obviously not good, will Mr. Jin Liang respond to the battle, should he fight or not?"

In the small box of the first-class seat, Lin Xiaolu held his chin, took the tips of his fingers as delicate as green onions, and rotated the newspaper on the table, very melancholy.

Deng Zheng and Tan Wei's homes are in Beihua City, which is more than 200 kilometers away from the capital, and Lin Xiaolu's homes are in a famous tourist scenic county under the jurisdiction of Beihua City. Because the snow was too heavy and the highway was closed, it was inconvenient for Dad Lin to come to pick her up, so she followed Deng Zheng and Tan Wei to take the train back to Beihua, and then Dad Lin waited for her at the city high-speed rail station.

"Wei Niang, you say, can Mr. Jin Liang defeat Heqin Sheng?"

Tan Wei was looking through her vocal notes, wearing the pink tweed coat that Deng Zheng bought for her, reflecting her already beautiful and gentle temperament, adding a touch of softness and brightness.

Hearing this, the girl tilted her head, her long black eyelashes drooping like spring willows rippled, and said with a smile: "You don't care who wins and who loses, just have good books to read?"

"That's different. Mr. Jin Liang has now been upgraded to my quasi-idol, but he can't be bullied by that brazen old man who is full of lies!" Lin Xiaolu pursed his lips, shook a sharp knife in the void, his black eyes gurgled, he picked up a sweet orange peeled by Tan Wei on the table, and handed it to Deng Zheng's mouth flatteringly, his eyes blinked like stars, "Brother Zheng, you are also the one who published the book, which one are you more optimistic about?"

"Jin Liang. ”

"Ah, Brother Zheng, the hero sees the same thing! Tell me about it, why are you optimistic about him?"

Two words. ”

"What two words?"

Lin Xiaolu was in high spirits, taking off her boots, cross-legged, and her two little feet wearing pink Winnie the Pooh snow socks were so excited that several toes were dancing.

Deng Zheng slapped her feet down: "Be disciplined." I said that Jin Liang's pen name only has two characters in it, and there are three in Heqinsheng, and of course two must be in front of three. ”

"Poof", Tan Wei Lede directly tilted his head on Deng Zheng's body, his head resting on his shoulder, and his body still couldn't help but twitch.

"Ahh

Lin Xiaolu screamed, and ripped off all the socks on his feet in a huff, and his snowy little feet, ten petal-like toes, kicked at Deng Zheng indiscriminately: "Stink to death you, stink to death ...... you"

Deng Zheng's face changed suddenly, his hands pinched his neck, he looked drowning, looked at Lin Xiaolu in horror, and stammered: "Woman, you, this is, the legendary thunderbolt from heaven to earth invincible beriberi magic skill?

"Brother Deng Zheng!!"

"Ah, Brother Zheng, Xiaolu, she's a girl......"

……

Deng Zheng originally thought that he was embarrassed and helpless, but the moment he saw his father Deng Hai, it all came to naught.

The old man cleaned up very energetically, and when he saw Deng Zheng, he didn't say much, stepped forward to help him carry the box and backpack, and slapped him on the shoulder with his thick palm.

Between father and son, everything is unspoken.

A two-bedroom, two-hall house, not too big in size, but warmly furnished. Back here, the memories that belonged to the original owner of the body, which had almost disappeared, came back to life.

"Dad, let's call Aunt Xu Ying and Xiaowei over for dinner later. ”

Deng Hai raised his head suddenly: "Zhengzi, who are you?"

"Xiaowei has been away from home, and Aunt Xu has just come back from the hospital, so she must not have prepared any New Year's goods or anything. Let's go together, there are many people and it is lively. I'm actually quite noisy right now. ”

With his memory, he could clearly feel that this room had always maintained the bits and pieces of Deng Zheng's mother, and even all the furnishing styles were still arranged by her, and there was no trace of Aunt Xu Ying.

Who hasn't had an old age? The two old people obviously have no intention of remarrying, at best, they are caring for and supporting each other spiritually and in life on weekdays, and they have worked hard all their lives, what can't they do?!

Deng Hai felt Deng Zheng's sincerity, his face suddenly flashed with a layer of joy, he took out the phone and wanted to call, but he felt that it was not as good as being in person, so he said hello to Deng Zheng, changed his slippers, and hurriedly went downstairs.

Deng Zheng shook his head and smiled, closed the door, and was about to take a good look at this home where he grew up, when his mobile phone suddenly rang.