Deep at night, the riverside villa area of Zhonghai City.

Through the second-floor window of one of the buildings, the lights were still on.

In the study, behind the large, shiny solid wood desk, Li Xiang sat in a leather deluxe swivel chair, his chest undulating.

His wife had not long ago called him to rest, and was frightened back by the roar.

"Whoop, whoop......"

The sound of heavy breathing revealed his mood at this moment, and the scene from the studio a few hours ago replayed in his mind, making him extremely ashamed.

The spirit of engaging in literature is high, and he can't tolerate others questioning, especially in the field he is good at, let alone being asked.

In ancient times, there was a saying that Xiucai did not go out, pinched his fingers, and knew everything in the world.

How can you let people know that there is something they don't understand?

If you don't breathe this out, you won't be happy.

I can't sleep, I can't eat, I don't dare to look back when I go out for a walk, and my spine is itchy.

You don't have to think about it to know that some of the viewers who see the show must be disappointed in themselves, and more importantly, how their peers see themselves.

Otherwise, it is said that death is to save face and suffer sin, and it is purely self-done.

What is lost cannot be recovered, but what can be done to recover a little? It is nothing more than to immediately divert people's attention.

"Star TV ......"

As soon as he had a little thought, he was snuffed out by Li Xiang himself.

Although he thinks that he is the number one person among the authors in the country, Xingchen TV can't be provoked, and even "The Master Has Something to Say" can't be provoked.

If you don't rush over with all your might, it's not that you have a problem with your IQ, but that you're in arrears.

Where do you draw the attention of fans?

Thinking about it, suddenly his heart moved, and Li Xiang smiled.

"Peach Blossom Island Master...... Hey, you're unlucky, who made you just bump into it!" He smiled viciously and said to himself: "Even a famous book like Journey to the West dares to be arranged randomly, and I have nothing to say when I find you!"

In fact, when Li Xiang first saw Shen Zhe's post, he also had some appreciation.

The statement about the identity of the six-eared macaque and the Monkey King is too novel, although it is somewhat subjective, what does it matter if it is a novel?

Just look at it, and it's a pastime.

Unexpectedly, on the way to Xingchen TV, I was sick, and the literati were sick.

Many people who engage in literature have this disease, and there are two or more points of view that have their own opinions, and in the end, there are not many who can convince the other party.

Li Xiang is no exception, think about it, think about it, think about the loopholes in the post.

But he didn't study Journey to the West deeply, and he didn't find anything wrong with it all the way, and he was still thinking about it when he was on the show.

This question has always been in Zài's mind, and was asked by the beautiful host Shen Jing with a question, which is called a ghost messenger, and even used Shen Zhe's post as an example to answer history-related questions.

In fact, leaving books and historical materials, no matter how bad the level is, you will know that Journey to the West is just a novel, not romance.

Having found a temporary solution to the problem, Li Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Go to your profile and post a message.

"Today, I accepted the invitation of the "Master Has Something to Say" column and appeared on this show, but I unexpectedly fell for the calculation of the owner of Peach Blossom Island. The reader's eyes are bright, no matter how you attack me, everyone has their own opinion!"

After it was released, Li Xiang kept refreshing the page, waiting for the reader's attitude.

Soon there will be comments from readers below.

"Support Lao Li!"

"You can't be wrong to think about it, the owner of Peach Blossom Island should be damned!"

"Think about it, say it, how do you want to get it, we support it unconditionally!"

"What is the Peach Blossom Island Lord?"

In less than ten minutes, there were more than 500 comments below, and Li Xiang exhaled, and the reader had not abandoned himself.

posted another message: "Forget it, I admit it, the owner of Peach Blossom Island is the poster of the Huaxia Literature Network forum." Maybe he doesn't have any malicious intentions, and we haven't met, so don't trouble him, let's rest early!"

In the end, he pretended to be cute and sent a smiley face symbol.

Communicating with readers often, Li Xiang is well versed in the three flavors, and the more he says this, the more readers will not agree.

Those who are still paying attention to his personal homepage late at night are all die-hard loyalists of "Qin Yan", and it really broke out.

"Huaxia Literature Network, wait!"

"Everyone goes, unless you scold him, he doesn't even know his grandmother!"

"Brothers, who knows the owner of Peach Blossom Island? I don't seem to have heard of this person before, and I dare to trouble ...... boy."

"Whoever he is, dare to make a boy, just two words, scold!"

"That's a word!"

"Damn, scold!"

Hundreds of people went to the Huaxia Literature Network forum at once, and Li Xiang hid behind the screen and finally smiled.

"Peach Blossom Island Lord, come out!"

"Nima, don't pretend to be a grandson, come out and confront him!"

"Just scold!"

Shen Zhe had already fallen asleep, and he was breathing very lightly when he slept, of course he didn't know that the Internet had started to crusade against him.

It's a pity that today's netizens in Huaxia don't have a clear understanding of the creature of the water army, what are hundreds of people, drizzle.

After scolding for half an hour, the gang felt bored and dispersed one after another.

Li wanted to achieve the result he wanted, and he was in a much better mood, interacting with the readers for a while, and then got up to rest.

……

Shen Zhe is happy to wake up.

It seems that I had a very beautiful dream, but unfortunately I forgot it, and I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time and didn't find it back.

"Call the Buddha, turn back without a shore, kneel alone as a teacher, life and death have nothing to do with life...... The realm of good and evil is ...... between true and false"

Humming a tune, he walked out of the bedroom.

"Mom!"

shouted, there was no one at home, looked up at the watch, eight forty-five.

"Well, that's good, the biological clock is ten minutes earlier. ”

Kicking slippers to wash, my mother must have gone downstairs to buy breakfast.

After grinding and grinding, I sat on the sofa in the living room, waited and waited before I came back, and was about to go to greet him, when the sound of pulling out the key sounded outside the door.

Shen Zhe jumped over and opened the door.

"Hey, the sun is coming to the south today?" Yang Xin looked his son up and down in surprise.

Shen Zhe said: "I'm also very diligent, okay?"

Yang Xin ignored him, closed the door casually, and walked over to put the breakfast he bought on the low table.

Shen Zhe was a little unhappy: "Mom, why are you fritters?"

In the past, it was steamed buns with milk, but now there are fritters and soy milk on the low table, which is very different.

Yang Xin said: "The door of Boss Wang's store is closed today, and I haven't seen him for a long time, so let's eat this." ”

Shen Zhe was helpless, sat on the exclusive small bench, directly picked up a fritter with his hand and looked at it over and over, and took a small bite like a mouse medicine.

Yang Xin didn't eat breakfast either, but when she saw Shen Zhe's appearance, she asked, "What's wrong with the fritters, so untreated?"

Shen Zhe frowned and said, "Mom, I have to tell you about this...... The process of making fried food will produce a large number of harmful substances, such as dimers and trimers, which are not nutritious, and by the way, they will also gain weight!"

Yang Xinhu doubted: "How can you gain weight without nutrition?"

“……”

Shen Zhe was dumbfounded, how could he know what was going on, so he had to say: "Anyway, it's right to eat less, I still want to live a long life." ”

"Hey, you live to be a hundred years old, and your father and I have already buried it in the ground, right?"

Shen Zhe hurriedly said: "How come, when the time comes, you and your father will lie in bed and can't move, and your hundred-year-old son will serve on the side, what a good thing." ”

"It's going to be poor. ”

The fritters are really not good, Yang Xin didn't eat well, and there was still one left.

"Mom, are we feeding a dog at home, can we keep it with leftovers or something......"

Yang Xin glanced at him and said, "It's not enough for me to keep two uncles busy, you still want me to raise a dog to serve it?"

"Shhhh ”

Yang Xin was a little puzzled when she heard this, and looked around: "What kind of dog powder?"

"Oh, I don't know, forget it, it's a very loving group......"