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After school at noon, in a very ordinary classroom in a dilapidated school building, a boy pushed open the closed brown wooden door, followed by a strange girl whose feet did not touch the ground.

"Hee-hee, thank you so much last time, that man is so terrible." The girl, whose body was somewhat transparent, landed lightly on the long table in the middle of the room, and arched her hand to thank her.

Su Mo waved his hand to signal that she was not polite, and then the other party was completely unkind, and kept dangling in front of him with his hands folded, insisting that he start writing a novel now.

"Okay, I'll think about what to write first." He couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to agree.

I took a brand new notebook from the bookshelf and sat there biting the barrel of my pen in deep thought.

Characters, plot and environment are the three elements of a novel, and when writing a novel, you must first think about what kind of story you plan to write, and then you can shape the characters, and use the environment to highlight the joys and sorrows of the story.

The other party asked for a romance novel, plus he was good at writing about monsters and ghosts, so it was obviously similar to the previous one. That book is about a demon exterminator who wanders around the world, getting rid of one monster after another, but in the end he is moved by a monster, completely gives up this profession, hides in the city, and becomes a teacher who teaches and educates.

Obviously, this book can't use this routine, after all, it is necessary to write a love story that has touched countless people. Do you want to write a poignant story about a person falling in love with a demon, similar to the White Lady and Xu Xian?

If it were to be written like that, wouldn't it be too cliché?

"Absolutely don't want a tragic ending, people who love each other can't be together, that kind of story has long been rotten on the street, and it can't be written no matter what!"

The ghost girl lay on the table, stretched out her little hand and patted his forehead, and looked at him very seriously with silver teeth. It seemed that once Su Mo wrote this, she would pounce and open her mouth to bite him.

"Okay, I'll write whatever you say!" The boy looked at her with some trepidation, for fear that she would pounce.

"Hmph, I'll just think of the specific story, you can just write it."

"What's the story?" Su Mo asked curiously.

"A girl living in the countryside and a boy living in the magic capital suddenly wake up one morning and suddenly find that they have become each other, and then live as each other all day. The next day, they thought it was just a dream, so they wrote a few lines on the hands of their bodies in the dream, and they woke up to find that it was a real thing, and then they ......"

The ghost girl smiled proudly, clearly proud to come up with this story. Then, she saw the young man opposite looking at her with a shocked face, and admired in disbelief: "What a wonderful story, if it is written, it will definitely become popular all over the country!" ”

"Hee-hee, this girl is destined to become the greatest beautiful girl writer!" The ghost girl held her chin high, and her entire body seemed to be radiating dazzling brilliance.

"The story is there, I can be responsible for the writing, and I also need to find an artist to draw the illustrations inside, I know a very good artist, but I don't know if that person is willing to draw for this novel."

After listening to the story told by the other party, Su Mo finally had some confidence in this novel, so he began to make all the relevant plans carefully.

Then, all afternoons he spent the afternoon writing and drawing on paper, and even the most dangerous math class was secretly writing the outline and character setting of the novel.

However, after school, he still had another urgent matter, and he rejected the ghost girl very simply, and rode a bicycle alone to where he and Meng Qianyi went yesterday, and he was eager to ask all kinds of doubts in his heart.

It's a pity that when he walked to the place, he didn't see the fortune teller, and it seemed that he didn't come out to set up a stall because it was raining.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and even the protruding brim of his raincoat could not stop the rain that fell diagonally, and the cold rain ran down his cheeks and down his neck.

The young man had no choice but to push the cart to a roof to shelter from the rain, looking out with some distress, shivering in the cold wind.

At this time, the vermilion door next to it suddenly opened, and a familiar figure walked out from behind the door, the person was still shaking a feather fan, and his temperament was elegant, it was the fortune teller he was looking for.

The other party looked at him with a smile and said, "Young man, believe what I said now." ”

Although it was an inquiry, it was in an affirmative tone, and it was obvious that he had expected this situation for a long time, and he looked indifferent.

"I want to ask ......"

Su Mo hurriedly stepped forward to ask, but was interrupted by the other party before he finished speaking, the man shook his feather fan with a smile and pointed to the door and said, "Don't worry, let's go have a cup of tea first." ”

He had to resist the urge to ask, silently followed the other party across the high threshold, and stepped out of the sight of the scene in an instant.

I saw that the originally gloomy surroundings were bright, and I could see the sun when I looked up!

It seemed that through the door I entered another place, and in the warm sunlight, I could see a lot of bamboos around, the size of a finger, thick enough for two people to hug together, and some birds with bright feathers jumping around on the branches.

The fortune teller had been leading the way, and after a dazzling twist and turn, he had crossed a long wooden bridge and stopped at a small pavilion in the middle of a lake.

In the pavilion was a stone table with a set of tea sets, and a teapot was boiling on a small stove. The fortune teller slowly carried the teapot to make tea, and his every move had an indescribable strange charm, obviously with exquisite tea art.

It's a pity that the boy didn't understand this, and watched anxiously from the side.

About a quarter of an hour later, the other man poured him a cup of tea and motioned for him to drink it. The tea is like jasper, with small pieces of tea floating in them. He blew it, and then drank it down, not paying the slightest attention to the cup of tea, which was obviously of great value.

"Young man, everything has a definite number, and you can see the trajectory of the future through some appearances." The fortune teller took the teacup he had finished drinking and motioned for him to look at the residue at the bottom of the cup: "For example, through these residues, I can see how you are doing." ”

"You should be haunted by a ghost and promise to fulfill your obsession for it."

Su Mo was stunned for a moment, he had a deeper understanding of this person's supernatural powers, but he didn't expect that even this matter could be calculated. But he didn't care about this, but very sincerely bent down and asked, "Sir, please tell me about Su Ling, I want to know what she died for!" ”

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The young man's eyes flashed with purple light, and the violent mood fluctuations made his supernatural power a little out of control, and his body exuded a sharp momentum, as if he was about to tear everything around him!