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Saturday, noon, autumn is not hot, so the short skirt is reduced. It's a pity.

The main thing is that Zhuang makeup is gone, and a little fat man is dragging a suitcase bigger than herself on the busy road.

It feels like a stick figure comic. And it will cause her to wonder if she doesn't take a taxi for Mao.

Wait until you come back from sending Zhuang makeup, close the door, and sit on the sofa in the living room.

Black marble, cyan Bodhisattva Buddha statue, golden angry petal chrysanthemum, delicate beauty in floral shirts.

Reverie and ambiguity, like a child's peeed sheets, expand into infinite patterns in a limited space.

Then the two of them turned on the TV...... Looking at a work, it is characterized by the fact that the male and female characters have no clothes, and bells, bows, belly pockets, and bracelets are the only erotic covers, allowing the lush body hair to be fully exposed in front of the audience.

and a series of physical contact exchanges, and across species.

This great work is called Pleasant Goat.

Uh, I can't make it up, skip this one. Cut directly to Zhao Yang's back room code word.

"Chen Ergou" also wrote a lot of words, and there are still seven chapters before breaking up with Mu Xiaoyao.

The essence of the book is before the breakup, and several atmospheric and majestic plots are scattered after the breakup.

This may have been an accident that the beacon fire had unintentionally caused at the beginning, everything was cut after the girl cried heart-wrenchingly, a snow-white wrist, an old red rope, almost coldly cut.

The color is more gorgeous than Chen Fusheng's several knives to Ding Nanjing, and the blood gushing out between the ups and downs.

It is indispensable, or with Zhao Yang's current ability, it can't be changed yet, and it is still so cohesive and mellow.

It seems to be Mr. Ge You's sentence in "Farewell My Concubine".

"This pair of lings is collected raw from the tail of a live wild pheasant, which is really rare."

The mere 23 words have nothing to do with the overall story structure, but they are the highlights of the heart.

Thinking about it, director Chen Kaige will never delete it, and he will be proud in his career.

Even if there is no "Farewell My Concubine" after "Farewell My Concubine"

Zhao Yang was also naturally amazed by this girl who ran through the first half of Chen Ergou's history, but disappeared like a flying giant out of the sky, and then did not have a word for hundreds of thousands of words until the end.

So even Zhao Yang, who was in the state of the main god, carefully scrutinized and changed such a paragraph of less than 2,000 words several times.

At least the original version of the stinging is there, but I am not willing to let such a girl end up like this.

It's better to give her a slightly better curtain call. Try to emulate the atmosphere of Yu Dafu. Or Zhu Ziqing's freshness, and even tried Wang Su's spicy and unobtrusive sarcasm. and even the fourth master's kind of egg-sore writing that is a little more empty and vain.

Or borrowing from O'Henry's ending, even Zhao Yang wrote a small independent fanwai of about 8,000 words.

But it's not really useful. I really don't make my heart feel better.

is like in "The Thirteen Hairpins of Jinling", since the ending is that the group of women were ravaged and killed by a group of beasts.

So whether it is the so-called noble theme of the protection of soft lives to weaker lives, or Yan Geling's attempt to fill it with more warm humanity. It's all useless.

It is nothing more than to take care of the scar, the better it heals, and the more it will be injured when it is torn again.

In short, for the first time, Zhao Yang felt that such a thing as writing things was really fucked up.

When the emotions are really stretched to the extreme, but they can't vent, it's like a hopeless grass carp that suffocates to death in the soil. I could feel the water in the cracks of the scaly fish bones evaporating little by little, and my heart shrank a little bit.

In the end, Zhao Yang laughed bitterly at himself:

"Paralyzed.,As for it.,Isn't it just an online article that has always been used as a pastime joke.,Who is it that I'm looking at.,Who am I competing with......"

"Cheng Dieyi is practicing until he vomits blood, which is a play, when was he taken seriously, and he can really become a brocade flower on the ruins of the late Qing Dynasty?"

“……”

“…… I'm not Qian Zhongshu, I'm not Yu Qiuyu's ......"

After chattering for a long time, Zhao Yang smirked:

"Isn't Lao Tzu just plagiarized by the system, where did he get such a stupid energy for literary pursuit?"

With the strength of a broken jar, I uploaded two chapters, but staring at the document that had been changed several times in that chapter, I still didn't send it, which was really a painful obsession.

I feel that I will travel through the next life, whether it is to become a lord in another world, or to return to the Ming Dynasty to be a prince, I will never write again.

"It's just the sin of gnawing, and I don't know how much blessing I can enjoy-------

Let's ignore the word count of this chapter, okay, I'll continue to write