The banshee took the manuscript, frowned, and asked, "Finished?" ”

Wei Liang said, "It's over." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The banshee felt extremely depressed and very angry, and that anger could not be vented on Chu Ci, so she had to take Wei Liang as a scapegoat and scolded: "What a bullshit story! ”

Wei Liang smiled: "As long as it can arouse strong emotional resonance, it is a good story, and your anger is the best evaluation of it." ”

The banshee protested: "This is a story without a head and no tail, not exciting enough!" A lot of what you don't account. She asked with concern: "What happened to Xiaobai?" ”

Wei Liang said: "This is not a headless and tailless, but an open-ended ending. This kind of story is interesting, and if the author sets everything right, it will stifle the reader's space for reverie. As for Xiaobai, it all depends on your thoughts, you can imagine that she became the plaything of Hai Gongzi and had a miserable life; It is also conceivable that Chu Ci was kind and rescued her; It is also conceivable that Xiaobai is a woman with a story, who suffered from amnesia for some reason, recovered her memory after being stimulated by Hai Gongzi, and became a peerless powerhouse, etc. That's fun, isn't it? In fact, in the story of "Heart Demon", I wanted to set it as 'I' raised the knife, that is the ending, as for whether it is cut down or not, it all depends on what the reader thinks. ”

The banshee said, "I don't like this, I feel depressed. ”

Wei Liang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Creation comes from life. Life is always full of too much helplessness, so it's normal to be depressed. A prosaic story is not a good story, but a diary. ”

"Well, I won't argue with you." The banshee said. After a long time together, she is not as eccentric as she was at the beginning, but much more approachable, like a reader who likes to give opinions, and it would be better if that face was prettier. "Overall, I'm pretty happy with both stories," she says. However, I would like your third story to be written in a different style. ”

"For example?"

"Can you be cheerful?"

Wei Liang is not very good at these, so he can only try his best.

……

The third novel - "A History of Violence".

I sat on the couch with my phone in my hand and watched the news.

Looking at it, I laughed. It's news, not a joke, and it stands to reason that you shouldn't laugh, but some news is funnier than a joke.

This is a case of attempted adultery, and the original text is "Yang did not succeed due to his own reasons".

There is another case of attempted rape, the original text is relatively long, which roughly means that Liu dragged the woman to the wilderness, preparing to commit atrocities, and a strange man watched obscenely and did not leave. Liu was furious and scolded the man, the man scolded back, Liu put on his pants, picked up and turned his head to chase, and the woman escaped.

A voice came up on WeChat. It's Brother Grave.

Brother Tomb's surname is Han, and he is famous for Shiwen. His handwriting is ugly, Shiwen always likes to squeeze together, and the word tomb is almost the same, so everyone called him Han Tomb, and later in order to show respect, he called Brother Tomb.

Small-forced, come down, come with me to fight. Brother Tomb's tone was like that of a sharp husky.

He and I were junior high school classmates. I was small, and I was affectionately called a little force. Now that I'm older, I'm 1.8 meters tall, and I've trained muscles, and no one calls me that anymore except for my old classmates in junior high school.

I asked, what's going on?

My daughter-in-law was insulted.

Is it serious?

The kind that doesn't have a condom, you say it's not serious.

Oh, that's serious.

Stop, get downstairs quickly.

I put on my big leather shoes with pointed points, picked up the switch-knife and went down.

As soon as I went out, I came back and forgot to grab a cigarette.

I have been friends with Brother Tomb for more than ten years, and my father and his father have been friends for more than 30 years. I can't sit idly by and watch this kind of green thing.

I am a righteous man.

When he went downstairs, Brother Tomb was squatting on the ground, smoking, taking one puff after another, like taking drugs, and his face was as red as a Guan Gong.

I asked, who did it.

Third.

Third?

Yes, the third.

Isn't he your brother?

Damn, it's hard to guard against thieves.

I thought it was rape, but when he said that, it turned out to be adultery. I have long thought that his son does not look very similar to him, and I mentioned it once last time I drank, and Brother Tomb almost didn't make eye contact with me, but now it seems that it should be right - it is not good to say that it is the third child.

I asked, what then.

What else can you do, castrate him.

I mean, what about my sister-in-law, divorce?

. Also divorced. The children are all three years old. It took 200,000 yuan to marry your sister-in-law before and after, where can I leave? That bitch was beaten up by me and went back to her parents' house. Damn, let her sue, I'm not afraid of being scolded by my father-in-law, I take care of this matter, and no one can say anything.

I think he's a real wretch. He wasn't such a man before. When you get married, it changes. I'm not married, so I'm still so bloody. If I had been replaced, and I had killed the man first, and then the woman, I wouldn't have to care so much about him.

When I came to the third child's house, I took out a switch-knife.

Brother Grave was startled, Xiao-force, what are you doing with a knife?

Didn't you say castrated him?

I'm just saying it casually. I know you're stunned, but don't take it seriously. Let's just beat him up, don't get a disability, do you understand?

I thought it was funny, Brother Grave was the victim, and I came to help him, but he persuaded me.

I put away my knife and kicked the door open.

That loud sound was like a two-kick explosion.

A man and a woman were startled and jumped up from the bed, naked, like two yellow-skinned toads.

The male is the third.

The woman is the sister-in-law.

I cast a puzzled look at Brother Tomb, didn't my sister-in-law go back to her parents' house?

Brother Tomb cast a puzzled look at his sister-in-law, didn't you go back to your parents' house?

The sister-in-law didn't care about explaining and hurriedly got dressed.

The third child's face was red and white, and he looked like a dead mother, how embarrassing and embarrassing it was.

Brother, the third said, you don't knock on the door when you come.

I snorted and laughed. I know I shouldn't laugh at this juncture, but the third lady is funny, and knocks on the door, do you think I'm looking for you to fight the ground-Lord?