She didn't know how long she had been asleep, but she woke up satisfied, and the sun was dazzling. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Reaching out to his mobile phone, he looked at the time of twelve thirty-four on it, and when he was a second late, the time jumped to twelve thirty-five, which was really late.

Mo Xiaozao thought that he would wake up at ten o'clock, but he didn't expect to sleep for more than two hours, and his body still didn't get rid of his fatigue, and his heavy limbs were as heavy as lead.

"Morning, Mo Xiaozao." The voice that was not fast or slow slowly spit out from the red lips, Leng Suran, who was standing next to her bed, blocked the sun, bent over to look at her half-squinted eyes, rubbed his head slowly, and pointed to the computer on the side, "I read your new structure and the first three chapters, what do you think you wrote?" ”

"The structure is very good.,The first three chapters are written at the end.,Just vaguely remember that the expression is the heroine's death and the devil's agreement.,The heroine's cultivation after the agreement.,The heroine enters the first text.。

She sat up too, facing the glare of the sun, her eyes darkening as she turned to the side, unable to see the room in front of her.

"You said you wrote it, but did you read what you wrote?" It was indeed surprising for her new structure, but he had only read half of the three chapters that did not fit together.

6,000 words of text, she only let him read 3,000 words and didn't want to read it, so how many people can read Kaiwen?

One chapter of literature and art, one chapter of killing, one chapter of sorrow, and three chapters are completely walking in three styles, mixed together, regardless of whether they are similar or not, completely destroying the plot that can still be watched.

Hugging her own computer,She looked at the text on the computer.,The first chapter is the content of the heroine's death and the devil's agreement.,It's a self-description.,There's a strong sense of substitution.,Although there are a few sentences that are unclear so pretending to be nonsense.,But it's okay to modify it overall.。

She silently blamed Leng Su Ran in her heart for making a fuss, and when she opened the second chapter, her face changed after reading a hundred words.

Obviously, the previous chapter was still artistically describing her questions and self-descriptions, how did she start this chapter when she woke up in a pool of blood? Although I think that she is fighting for the right to live with many girls, such a beginning and the above chapter are instantly written.

The curiosity and sense of substitution that finally arose disappeared in an instant, and instead she watched her start a new move with a confused face.

Mo Xiaozao continued to read until the end of the six thousand words, and then deleted all the words of the three chapters, "I will rewrite, it may have been too late yesterday, so I don't know what I wrote." ”

"Don't you know? There is no fixed appearance of this style, I still suggest that you unify the content of a good story, each story is to obtain sadness, you can choose a fixed style throughout the text, otherwise such a style conversion will still appear. ”

nodded, in response to Leng Suran, his mind highly functioned the context of the story and the direction of the story, but for the stories he created, he always felt that he was missing his soul.

Wearing slippers and kicking downstairs, Bai Luohuan in the room was pouring cabbage, Xiang Mozhu was calculating what was going on with the computer, and Mo Xi's usual position was empty, needless to say, she went out to show people Feng Shui.

"Is there anything to eat? After eating, I wanted to go out to find inspiration, and I always felt that the few stories I added were soulless, and they were empty and terrible to read. She said as she approached Bai Luohuan's backpack, and as soon as her hand reached over, the backpack was gone.

A few steps away, Bai Luohuan hugged his backpack and glanced upstairs carefully, "Leng Suran will wake you up as soon as she goes, do you want me to talk to the master, you two can get married directly." ”

Mo Xiaozao flattened his mouth and walked into the kitchen with a kick.

She opened the cabinet above and there was nothing, and when she opened the cabinet below, there was only raw rice and noodles, and a grievance came out of her heart, this was the first time she had nothing to eat here in Mo Xi's house.

Thinking that she was going to eat instant noodles again, she opened the lid of the pot angrily, and the hot air sprayed out along the pot, and under the fragrant rice was the pork ribs with potato sauce that she liked to eat.

Simply ate a part of the pork ribs with potato sauce, she put on her clothes and walked out of the room, just as she thought, she walked through the rich street, but it was different from what she thought, she was followed by a smiling Leng Suran.

Three steps to a big girl, five steps to say hello to an aunt, just a distance from a rich street, Leng Suran hugged a lot of things.

"You should go out and walk often, so that your inspiration will not be scarce, and you will not be without monsters to talk about your life."

When he said this, Leng Suran was seriously peeling chestnuts, which were delivered by a hawker outside the rich street, at the junction with the commercial building.

"Not everyone has as much experience as you, and not everyone can tell the difference between monsters and humans." She quickened her pace, helpless that she couldn't see the ghosts floating around now, and she couldn't tell the crowd from the demons.

It seems that everyone she has rubbed around her is a person, and she doesn't know if the other party has a story to tell her.

Pondering into the commercial building, she took the elevator up to the third floor, which was the first floor dedicated to the sale of makeup, and the floor she entered most often.

I don't buy any kind of product, I just look at makeup from store to store, and I ask the price, but I haven't bought it once.

Skillfully turning into the first store from the left, she picked up a bottle of foundation that she had seen three times, carefully rubbed the beautiful bottle, opened it and could smell a good aroma, but unfortunately it was not the smell she wanted, so she could only put it down and enter the next store.

After walking through five stores, she entered a newly opened store.

What attracted her was the aqua blue bead curtain at the entrance of the store, and what she saw when she entered was a water-blue background, which looked particularly beautiful in the gentle light.

Naturally, he picked up a small oval-colored bottle on the side, unscrewed it, and lit a drop of perfume on the pulse.

The lingering aroma emanated along her kneading, filling her nasal passages, with a cool sadness, like a blunt instrument constantly tapping her heart, sullen and uncomfortable, the same feeling she wanted, the feeling of loss.

"I don't sell you anything here." A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts, rudely snatching the perfume from her hand, and Koi looked at her, "You are not welcome here, and this perfume will not be sold." ”

"Koi, I'm sorry for the matter of Koi." She said this weakly, and she felt like she was perfunctory, but what did she have to explain the situation at that time? It seems that it can only be said that it was an accident.

"Please leave, please write anything, you don't have to write down his story, I will write it down myself."

"But."

As soon as she said two words, her body went limp, and she collapsed.