After dinner, Su Ruluo painted for a while and practiced for a while. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Master was not there, she took her laptop back to her bedroom, connected to the Internet cable, read the novel on the Internet, and looked at her own sales advertisement, and there were only two messages asking for the price. Anyway, it's a month, so there's no rush.

I looked at the notebook on the table again, and the little ghosts really wrote a lot, almost the same as the book of heaven, and there were more than ten pages crooked! Tomorrow my sister will help you do it! Carefully fold it and put it in a small backpack, this small backpack has been carrying it all the time, and it will be carried when you sleep for a while.

It's just that the number of hits on this novel is really shabby, shabby to death!!It's a single-digit hit!!Blow!!Blow!!If the authors of this starting point are like me, wouldn't they all starve to death? I wonder how they survived, this is clearly the cold winter of the moon, she shivered, woo-woo -

"If you don't believe in evil, keep writing!" she gritted her teeth, clamped the sea in front of her forehead with a clip, revealing her bright forehead, rolled up her sleeves, twisted her mouth, hummed in her heart, her eyes widened, staring straight at the screen, and typed it seriously word by word:

Do you know that beyond the red dust, in the middle of heaven and earth, there is a group of lovely ghosts, pure and beautiful, who have just finished their journey of life and are about to step into another reincarnation.

If you could hear their wishes and see their sorrows, would you be willing to lend a helping hand?

……

The little ghosts watched faintly beside her, and Su Ruluo was used to their presence. Still continue to write:

The sun shines on his body, warm and handsome, very much like a warm man, even if he doesn't smile, you can see him smiling.

……

In one go, I finished writing, and I didn't read it and posted it directly to the website, she liked this feeling, the most direct text. I'm afraid that if I change it, it will change the taste.

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It was a quiet night.

Long Ruofei was also sitting in his study, quietly looking at the remnants of the leaves in the book, and the memories of the past were like in front of him.

She stood right in front of the window, her long waterfall hair shining softly in the setting sun, and her big black pearl eyes looked at him shyly:

"Ruofei, my debut novel "If I Had Wings" is published on your website, remember to collect it!"

picked up the mobile phone and clicked on the novel APP, found the novel she wrote back then, and looked at the number of clicks, but there was no one today, and my heart was sad. Put down your phone and look out the window - you are gone, but you have left me so many memories, do you know how painful I am!

When I came back to my senses, I was about to close the APP, but suddenly a new "novel of the same series" popped up, "According to your reading genes, guess you like "Heavenly Court Intern"".

Reach over with your broad palm and point it open with your index finger. This writing is so familiar, the more I look at it, the more I feel that this is similar to that Miss Su's style, and when he read the story of the little ghost, he was sure that this was Su Ruluo's writing.

"I owe you a bastard? Hehe, that's a funny name. ”

With a smile on his lips, he added the book to the shelf.

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Intern Su Ruluo's fifth task: to find the diary of 'Smile in the Wind'.

"Diary, isn't this kind of thing private?" Su Ruluo muttered in his heart, and then looked down.

There is also an image of this diary everywhere in the soft light, which clearly looks like a modern diary, white, thread-bound, as if it was manually bound by someone himself, using the coarse cotton thread used by the elderly in the bazaar to collect the soles of their shoes; there is no pattern on the cover, the corners on the edge of the cover are slightly rolled up, and the text on it is handwritten, also in modern Chinese, with only four words - a smile in the wind. The handwriting is dragon and phoenix dancing, soft and rigid.

Below are also the clues to find this book:

1. Sing a song, see Help.

2. Recite a poem, see Help.

3. Be polite.

Oh, that's so interesting! And sing? Click on the 'help' in the secondary directory, and there are only four words - song/poem.

Click on the 'song', and immediately a beautiful piece of music surrounds the room, and there are occasional sounds of knocking bamboo in the clear sound of flowing water, and then it seems that the breeze blows through a bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves are gently shaking, accompanied by two warbler cries.

So comfortable! Su Ruluo looked intoxicated.

"I remember / the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year / the sea of flowers boating-

Your fairy-like smile / like a gust of warm wind / blows into my heart-

You are as beautiful as a lotus flower/Don't stir up dust/

Those times when I met you / I tossed and turned-

Don't dare to approach/reluctant to leave-

I only silently write down your appearance in my heart.

Can I remember / that year's Mid-Autumn Festival / with you-

Your fairy-like smile / like a gust of warm wind / blows into my heart-

You are as beautiful as a lotus flower/Don't stir up dust/

Those times when I left you / I tossed and turned-

My heart hurts/Your heart hurts-

How to forget/What you are—"

The singing voice is tactful and melodious, fresh and easy to understand, with ancient rhyme and new words, and a little bit of sadness. Whose love is this?

Su Ruluo's heart was full of curiosity, this song is not difficult to learn, and then look at what that passage is, click on the 'poem', and two sentences appear in the soft light:

Red dust falls, red dust falls, red dust ferries and other red dust. Now there are people who are married, and the diary is changed to your body.

The love of the gods is really interesting.

Su Ruluo began to learn that song, kept replaying it, singing along, and sang it in just an hour.

She recorded this song on her phone and sang it to Master tomorrow.

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Gao Xuanmiao is a senior psychologist, philosopher, and national sanda champion. Have your own psychic studio.

Don't ask why she has such high achievements at such a young age, one word, genius! Two words, good genes!

Plus 99% effort. The family is illustrious, his father is the chairman of a multinational group, and his mother is a national first-class actor. Since the age of three, she has been visiting different countries around the world and is well-informed and knowledgeable.

Yes, she doesn't have a boyfriend because she's surrounded by 'vulgar vulgar people'. Although she has drunk a lot of foreign ink, she is traditional in her bones, and she believes that she must be a 'descendant of the dragon' to be her husband. Therefore, picking left and right, only Long Ruofei 'reluctantly' got into her eyes.

If Su Ruluo is the kind of simple beauty, and Xuan Miao is a rich beauty, there is a kind of nobility all over her body.

The long wavy hair is almost waist-high, the slender figure, the thick eyebrows and big eyes, the goose egg face, the real white skin, beautiful and long legs, the goddess of many otaku.

She was searching for entries about scientific invisibility, but found nothing.

Yesterday she hid in the most hidden dark place, far from the stairs, but the mirror she used reflected the light, and saw a white-robed man wave his hand, which seemed to flash for a moment, and then the person disappeared, and the security guards all fell asleep.

She's a very confident person, and she believes she's right. This puzzle must be solved.

But who are you looking for? She dragged her chin and paced, thinking about the right candidate, and finally, she sent a message to Long Ruofei: Brother Long, I will go to your office tomorrow and have something to consult.

After thinking about it, he added: Don't make excuses to leave, it's a very important thing!