"Ladies and gentlemen, let me say a few words. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Mu Ling put the microphone to her lips, and looked at the audience with calm eyes, not at all cramped and uneasy as the host imagined.

Noticing the eyes that seemed to have magical power, the audience who complained loudly and questioned also lowered their tones, and the discussion gradually subsided.

"I know that my painting level is not high, and there is a large piece of ink, but I know that Mr. Dong must have read this painting." Choked up, Mu Ling loosened the microphone, her eyes skimmed to the side, as if she was brewing emotions.

"I'd like to ask someone to come on stage, host, is that okay?" Without using a microphone, Mu Ling asked softly. The children sitting on the sofa in the back didn't know why, and thought dryly about their own thoughts.

The host glanced at the director in the front row and nodded slightly.

With permission, Mu Ling looked backstage and smiled, "Mom, come out." ”

At this time, Mu's mother in the background had already cried silently, and her eyes were red.

"Guys, I want to tell a story, a story about me and my mom." Mu Ling turned around and faced the audience, her tone sincere and sincere.

"I didn't talk a lot, I didn't have friends, and I was very fat. However, in my heart, there have always been two people who have silently supported me, and that is my parents. ”

"Whenever I was sad, they comforted; When I'm angry, they tolerate; When I won the award, they were delighted, and their emotions were completely tied to me. ”

"I've done a lot of homework and put a lot of thought into this competition, and I want to win a prize and make them happy." Tears couldn't help but overflow her eyes, although she kept choking, Mu Ling still refused to put down the microphone.

"During the race, a traffic policeman approached me and he told me that my mother had been in a car accident." Tilting her head to recover her emotions, Mu Ling continued, "Do you know what kind of mood I was in at that time? ”

"I feel like the world is grey, I'm scared, I'm afraid my mom will leave me forever." Mu Ling laughed miserably, "As a result, although my mother is almost cured now, the little life that is still in the womb has left." ”

Mu's mother didn't seem to be able to bear it, so she hugged Mu Ling directly, tears soaking her cheeks.

After a long time, the two people who hugged each other gradually let go.

The audience was silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, that puddle of ink was caused by the fall of my brush when I was unconscious, and I think the reason why Mr. Dong took a fancy to me was because he understood the emotion of this painting - the interweaving of despair and happiness."

"Guys, if you were in my position, would you still have the heart to finish this painting? Do you still have the energy to focus on the game? Mu Ling asked rhetorically, but no one answered.

"Okay, I'm done talking, host, I'm sorry, but I want to leave with my mom first." Without waiting for the host to answer, Mu Ling directly took Mu's mother's hand and walked out of the recording studio.

This answer, seven points of truth, three points of routine, judging from the dream show and other programs in the next few years, this kind of sensational story can always resonate with people and win sympathy.

It's not that Mu Ling is speaking for the sake of compassion, what she says is also the true emotion in her heart, but it is about the place and occasion she is in, and the effect obtained is naturally different.

I hurriedly walked to the door of the building, but was stopped by the woman I met first.

She seemed to be running in a hurry, a little out of breath.

"Mu Ling's mother, our director would like to ask you, can you let Mu Ling participate in an exclusive interview?" The woman asked directly towards Mu's mother.

Mu's mother, who was still immersed in sadness and emotion, naturally ran out of ideas, hoping that Mu Ling could be recognized by the public, but she didn't want to touch the scar in her heart again.

"No, I'm not going to be interviewing again." Mu Ling on the side interjected directly, mercilessly.

"Think about it again, it's good for you." I don't know why, the woman feels that she can't treat her as a child when she gets along with Mu Ling, and her thinking is sometimes unpredictable even for her as an adult.

"No, by the way, do you know who the sponsor of this interview is?" Mu Ling speculated in her heart that if someone deliberately targeted herself, then his purpose needed to be pondered.

"It seems to be someone from Jiayou Real Estate, what are you asking for?" The woman had a question mark on her face.

"Nothing." replied perfunctorily, Mu Ling pulled Mu's mother and left, leaving the woman alone in the wind.

Are today's kids so crazy and cool?

At this time, Mu Ling was immersed in her own world.

Jiayou Real Estate, Pan Wen? Have you offended this mixture of iceberg and neuroticism? Could it be that the bloody old man Pan saw himself and Pan Wen getting too close, and let himself show off in front of the public?

Mu Ling said that her little brain couldn't figure out such a complicated plot at all.

Returning home with a stomach full of anger, Mu Ling began to work on the novel, and sent the recently updated manuscript to Kogoro at one time, hoping that he would check it and give some opinions so that it could be improved.

As for Mu's mother, after calming down, she also went into the kitchen to cook.

After waiting for a while, Kogoro's avatar flickered.

"Little sister, you update so diligently, does it really have no impact on learning?" Xiao Goro hesitated again and again and asked what he thought, the starting point is to update and stabilize the author, and children who read books will inevitably affect the progress of code words because of learning.

"It's all said, I have good grades, I have a lot of time, and I won't break the eunuch." For this editor who is like chatter, Mu Ling is also quite speechless.

"Are you really in fifth grade?"

"Well, but it's a freshman year of high school next year."

"Well, you god, I don't understand." In the end, Kogoro gave up his plan to delve into it.

The author has the right to protect privacy, and it would be bad if he was too dire and scared people away.

"Overall, the quality of your recent writing is not bad, but it is still a little difficult to hit the top three of the Fantasy Award."

"I want to hear about it."

"First of all, you don't have a lot of cool points, do you understand the slap in the face? Writing fantasy upgrade streams is almost one of the essential skills of the main character, however, this kind of plot is a bit rare in your article. ”

"Well, I'll refine and edit it." Mu Ling was humbly taught.

"Secondly, it may be due to your age, there are some related matters in society that you don't know, especially the underworld, which is very vague."

"How do you rectify that?" Mu Ling said that she has lived to the standard of today's good baby, so she naturally doesn't know much about it.

"I suggest you go and watch movies such as Infernal Affairs and Crazy Boy, which will be inspiring."

"Obey the teachings!"

"Finally, and most crucially, your essay is too miscellaneous to summarize the main line"

For a moment, Mu Ling felt that her novel was so low, and the plot, rhythm, and details were all at the rookie level.

As a reader of tens of millions of readers, I am ashamed.

"By the way, I'd like to talk to you about signing a contract."