Two good sisters, in the winter snow, chatting with each other. A moving story begins......

"Once upon a time there was a very ugly man who loved to read stories. He has read everything from all over the world, and once he was short of books. But he had read all the books, and the man was very unwilling. I took out a pen and paper and wrote my story very seriously. ”

The picture shows a square-faced man with a pockmarked face, angrily throwing all the books in the room to the floor. Because he was angry, his whole face was twisted together, and it looked even uglier.

The man angrily kicked the book on the ground, and the kick was not enough, and he stepped up with his foot.

"I've seen you more than a dozen times, why are you still in front of me!!"

The man's words sounded very funny, but his actions were not ambiguous, and the book in front of him was like some enemy of his. Honestly stay there and be ravaged by men.

"And you! It's been in my mind dozens of times. I can see that I can memorize it, why are I still lying here!!"

The man turned his angry flame to another, and as he spoke, he stomped down with his foot.

Fragile paper, how can it hold back the flames of such anger from men. In a few feet, the skin was added, and the paper inside was torn.

But as if he was not angry, the man directly picked up a book and began to tear it up frantically.

The man directly tore the book in half from the middle, only to hear a 'click', and the somewhat worn villain painting was split in two by the man.

Then the man tore it again, and in a moment the broken paper turned into small fragments that scattered from the air to the ground.

"And your little picture book that I can't read a lot. I can draw everything with my eyes closed!!"

This is a book that a man reads when he is a child, and he loved it as a child. Leaning against the corner of the room, the little boy took it and read it tirelessly, turning the pages with relish.

The sun fell from the sky unconsciously, and the boy finished reading the book in his hand. A satisfied expression spread across the boy's face. It made his tough face softer.

The next day, as soon as the boy got out of bed, he hurriedly picked up the small picture book and began to read, as tirelessly as if it were yesterday.

The little bright eyes stared closely at the pictures in the drawing book, and the boy turned page after page.

The sun was down from the sky again, and the boy closed the little picture book contentedly and left the study.

Day 3, Day 4, Day 5.... This will be the case for the rest of the day......

Although the boy only has this book, he enjoys reading it.

On days like these, the boy grows up little by little. The boy made some money, and he used the money he earned to buy a lot of it, and the originally small study was filled with all sorts of things.

And the small picture book that accompanied him when he was a child was placed in a dark corner and was never taken out again.

The boy kept changing the one in his hand, almost every day, and time passed so quickly.

The speed at which the author is greatly updated is far from keeping up with the speed at which men read books. I don't know when, the little boy who liked to read at the beginning was already unshaven and stayed in the study.

It's still the same position, but the boy's body gets longer and his limbs are thicker as he gets older. The back was also unconsciously hunched, and the tough face at the beginning has now fully grown into a large square face, and the clear lines of water chestnuts stand there.

One day the man dragged back to the room with heavy steps, and the man cried and mourned as if something bad had happened.

"I don't have a book to read... I don't have a book to read... I don't have a book to read... Woo woo woo ~ ~~ "

The man covered his face and cried bitterly, and the man squatted in an inconspicuous corner. The big lump turned into a small one, and the man covered his face with his hands with an indescribable sadness.

"There's no more book for me to read... Woo woo woo ~ ~~ "

In the small space, the man's cries of loss were filled. But the only thing that could respond to the man was the deathly silence that remained in the room.

I don't know how long the man sat on the floor, but he suddenly stood up and pushed the two rows of bookshelves next to him, and the books on the shelves fell from them.

The little picture book also fell, and the man first stepped on a book with his foot, and then felt angry and began to kick it with his foot.

Finally, he picked up the small picture book that had accompanied him throughout his childhood and tore it up. The small picture book is separated from the middle, and page by page is torn to shreds.

Then a few more books were torn up, and the man regained his composure.

The man who calmed down, looked at the small picture book that he grew up with, and turned into pieces.

Immediately regretting his actions just now, he grabbed a few handfuls of debris and began to cry.

"Woo woo~~~ That's my childhood memory......"

(Gongsun Dada: That's right, I'm here to be funny!)

The man really cried for a long time holding the fragments, and finally the man stopped crying and got up angrily. There was an undeniable flame burning in his eyes.

"I-want-destroy-all-world-world!!" the man said word by word, as if expressing his pain to the whole world. However, the flame in his eyes is still quite imposing. (Hee-hee)

"Hahaha~~~ This is so funny. ”

I couldn't help but laugh when I said this, because the man's performance was so funny.

An Qing's face was also filled with a smile: "There is something more fun!"

The story continues.......

"I'm going to destroy the whole world!!I'm going to destroy the world's writers!!"

The man added another sentence at the end, and he did it when he thought of it. So the man picked up his notebook and began to write in the room full of paper fragments.

"I want to be the best writer and let everyone read only my stories!"

The man swore in his mouth as he wrote in his notebook.

The various debris in the room was still quietly there, and the man ignored it. I took a pen and paper and wrote the story.

"What kind of story to write? Just write a story about Dick Si counterattacking and becoming a great god. ”

Saying that, the man worked hard to write, and after a while, there was some content. The content of the story is as follows:

Once upon a time, there was a dick, he was really a dick, just because he was too dick, so the people around him didn't dick him.

So Dick Si was very sad and decided to write a Dick Si diary. He wrote all of his dick experience into it, and everyone was very sympathetic to the experience of dick.

The story of Dick Si touched countless readers, so everyone came to sympathize with Dick Si. With everyone's sympathy and encouragement, Dick Si was buttoned up with the halo of the protagonist.

jumped into the protagonist of Dick Silk, and since then he has become a handsome guy in the eyes of everyone, and has been pursued by many beauties......

When the man picked up the pen and wanted to continue writing, he found that he had run out of words.

His brain was no longer able to supply him to continue describing the plot, and the man scratched his head with his other hand that did not write, hoping to get inspiration from his head. But what can be scratched out of the head is often either lice or dandruff.

But inspiration has never come out of nowhere. When the writer Carvin was writing, he couldn't write a word when he scratched his hair. Not to mention a complete newbie.

"Oh! With that number of words, when am I going to be a writer?"

The man in front of him was very angry, and this anger directly tore up the notebook.

When the man reacted, he looked at the debris on the ground and felt a sense of misery in his heart.

"Oh my God, what have I done, is this what I did!!

The man looked in amazement, at the fragments of the notebook on the ground... Confused......

The man's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe that the book had been torn off by him.

Then the man sat down in tears and let his body slide. As a result, he threw himself to the ground, and his butt hurt.

"Oh!!"

The man's ass really hurt himself, and when he knew that he was going to fall to the ground, his feet didn't strain at all. The result of letting the ass fall to the ground in this way, of course, was a miserable scream in the air, and the ass was exploded.

Although now the man knows... also used screams to show that he was very aggrieved.

"But before the fall, why didn't I think of ......?" the man blamed himself in his heart.

(Gongsun Dada: This kid.) Wipe sweat!)

"My ass!"

Where can the man now sit on the ground, quickly get up and rub his sore buttocks with his hands.

Although the man couldn't see it at the moment, the man felt that his ass must be red, maybe swollen.

Otherwise, why does your ass hurt like someone was beaten......

"This man is here to be funny. Sit down, and you can throw yourself down!"

It's so nice to hear such a novel and interesting story, the two smiling eyes are crooked, and they are very interesting to express their opinions.

"And that dick silk story, it's just super funny, okay! He wrote it in such a high generalization, of course he couldn't write it. If you want to turn your thoughts into longer stories, you'll have to do that, and let me continue the rest!"

It's so good-looking, patting her chest confidently and smiling brightly in the sun.

An Qing also smiled back: "I'm looking forward to it!"

In this way, the narrator of the story rotates, and the beautiful voice echoes in the quiet campus.

It's really good-looking, what kind of plot will be designed?

A different story is about to begin......