She sat up in her seat, staring at the dense text on the computer screen, inserting her fingers into her long hair and pressing her scalp, her tense thoughts and emotions were gradually calmed, and her hand was withdrawn and placed on the keyboard. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The keyboard membrane has been worn out too much because of her typing habits, especially the few letters that are commonly used are only transparent colors.

Mo Xiaozao tidied up the uneven keyboard membrane, and then continued to write the previous article, the newly renovated Guanwa Palace has been mostly repaired, Xi Shi's status has been laid, and Zheng Dan was completely locked up by his husband.

In the palace pointed out by the secluded deep palace, he was alone and died in depression.

Zheng Dan's death is like a burning beacon fire, overnight Gou Jian raised troops, the husband sent to fight, one by one in the midst of defeat and retreat, those seeds in the warehouse were not harvested, and those young and strong men died under the palace of Guanwa, just a full moon time, soldiers came to the city.

"Xi Shi, after today, I won't be able to accompany you." On the palace wall, Fucha set his eyes on the place where the fire started, where the battle began, right? How long can it be delayed? Will you be able to see tomorrow's dawn?

The husband got up, took off his coat and draped it on Xi Shi's body, his big hand was on the bulging lower abdomen, and a wry smile appeared, his child was not blessed, and he wanted to run around because of him.

"Aren't you leaving? Do you really want to die here? Xi Shi held down his warm big hand, and his deep eyes were full of his lonely look.

It was as if her heart had been torn out of an irreparable wound, and blood gushed out, overflowing her entire chest, making her entire body cold, or perhaps, when it was time to leave.

This country is not where she should exist in the first place, and this seemingly happy intrigue is just an accident to live again.

"Are you really willing to give your children birth without a father? Or are you confident enough that I will guard you for the rest of your life after you leave? Knocking off the warm big hand, the body that had lost support shook twice, and the feeling of getting colder and colder came.

Shih Tzu knew she was going to die, and she was going to move on to the next era and forge another death.

The reluctance between family affection, the discomfort between love, and the betrayal between friendships are all the sorrows she needs most now, and they are also the purpose of her coming here, so that everyone can't get what they want most, and collect damn sorrows for the devil.

"I believe in you." The husband's words were loud, hugging her slender body, and the temperature kept coming.

"You're wrong." Drawing the sword in one go, piercing in, the blood fell to the ground to form a pool of red, and the body was completely cold, containing countless emotions Looking at the husband.

The people behind her reminded her that it was time.

The growing flames were approaching, and it was dark night, but the sky was dyed red, bright red and bright red like the blood she had left behind.

Mo Xiaozao breathed a long sigh of relief, leaned back in the chair, looked up at the roof of the shed, this story wrote more than 100,000 words, more than 50 chapters, and the mood was depressed when it ended in the next story.

Habitually take out the coffee to brew, and the indescribable aroma is constantly rushing in the nasal cavity.

"Every time I finish writing a story, I feel like I'm out of love, although it's different, but it's uncomfortable." Take a sip of coffee and click on QQ, which has been beating.

The editing dialog occupies the middle position of the screen, "I went to see what so-and-so did, and I was deliberately hacking you, don't worry, I will get justice, no matter what I do." ”

"Thank you, editor, for bothering you." There was no doubt that the editor would solve so-and-so, and he didn't take all these things to heart.

Mo Xiaozao thought, just when she was about to turn off QQ, the editor sent her a picture this time, as for the conversation between the editor and the editor, there are only five sentences, and it can be seen that it is the editor who told her again, there is no need for a new writer like this, everyone is a company, you have to know who is closer.

The editor replied with only one sentence, "That's my writer." ”

"There are so many writers, don't tell me that you only have this one, the person above is so partial to you, the people in this group can be counted, why cling to a newcomer?"

"Don't bother with it, my writer has nothing to do with you."

She is very clear about the idea of editing this picture, and she also has a ridiculous heart for this kind of behavior, is her editor too simple, this kind of dialogue is shown to her, and she is not afraid that she will start to be estranged because of this?

But think about it, even if this is fake, others can't find out, who will believe it if it is sent to those people?

Mo Xiaozao asked himself, he was very curious about the person above who said so-and-so, it should be the force behind what Leng Suran said, "Editor, I finished writing the story of Xi Shi, do you want to see the end?" ”

"Send it over and see it." The editor replied to her, rubbing her aching body with one hand, her little head lying in front of the computer, her eyes half-squinting groggily.

The file was sent in the format of a document, and there were not many endings, only three chapters, 10,000 words, and the speed of reading was also very fast, and she was restored when she sent it for more than ten minutes, "This feels very good, it makes people feel distressed for the characters in it, and I also read your previous article." ”

The editor said her thoughts paragraph by paragraph, probably because she had created a very popular article before, like a human nature wrapped in sadness, everything was nakedly displayed, and the helplessness of those feelings was entangled, and finally created immeasurable sadness.

Especially in the last paragraph of the end, at dawn that day, the husband stood on the palace wall and watched the minister who was close to him open the palace door to welcome Gou Jian.

"I also like that paragraph very much, I feel that this can write the desolation of the husband, obviously the lord of a country, watching his country break and the palace fall, he can only choose to watch." She told the editor what she thought, counting how many words she had left in the manuscript.

Counting the ending of the Xi Shi chapter written today, there are already 30,000 manuscripts, if it's 10,000 a day, it's enough for her to use it for three days, but now it's recommended, as long as the two more manuscripts are updated stably.

"It's up to you next week." Rubbing his half-squinted eyes, his head raised groggily, he typed these words into the computer.

"Thank you, editor." Drink most of the brewed coffee, let the computer light up, pick up the phone, and click on the editing dialog box, "This is the end of the Xi Shi chapter, I will think about the following story carefully, and I haven't found a good entry point." ”

She flipped through the outline she had written for herself, it should be Yang Yuhuan, a poor woman who was executed at Ma Weipo, but she hadn't set how to start and how to end.

Clicking on Mo Chu, Chocolate was chatting with the little author inside, asking for his opinion on the essay he wrote.

Of course, chocolate is not the owner of the group, nor is it the management, the ordinary word chocolate is like other authors, and it is as natural as a fish in water to ask about anything. (To be continued.) )