Lu Yuan, a Chinese writer, almost no one knows this name.

Lu Yuan's novels are mostly rural themes, describing people and things that happen between the countryside and the city, and can also be said to be a civilian writer.

Since Lu Yuan was born in the countryside, the material for Lu Yuan's writing basically comes from rural life, Lu Yuan has always believed that he is a son of peasant blood, a person with both rural and urban flavors, and Lu Yuan firmly believes that "the greatest happiness in life may lie in the process of creation, not in the result".

Therefore, Lu Yuan believes that "only in the extremely heavy labor can people live more fully".

Lu Yuan has always felt life with a deeply entangled hometown complex and a heavy sense of life, with the earth as an eternal poetic symbol floating in his heart, whenever the creation enters the trough, Lu Yuan is a person who goes to the "Mu Us Desert" of his hometown alone, where he examines himself and looks at society.

In the author's pen, the misery of the living environment is not only a matter of livelihood, but also a limitation of development space.

In fact, the perseverance of the protagonist in Lu Yuan's works is perfected in the process of continuous pursuit of development. To write about suffering is to write about people in suffering.

The greater the suffering, the more precious and admirable the person who overcame it and his conduct...

One of the reality writers that Qin Ming admires the most is Lu Yuan, this person has a profound influence on him, and now when he suddenly hears Lu Yuan's name, how can he not be excited, he just wanted to rummage through his schoolbag and ask the other party for an autograph.

Suddenly.

Qin Ming realized a very serious problem, isn't Lu Yuan a man?

When did he have sex reassignment surgery?

And it was done so thoroughly, even the skin was pulled, it became smooth and smooth, and there was no water or fog in the eyes, but there was an ethereal feeling.

If she hadn't scolded so fiercely and didn't say a single dirty word, what a perfect woman she would be.

However, she can't be blamed for this.

Because she is a civilian writer, she herself is a peasant, and she often comes into contact with ordinary civilian peasants, and the swear words may have been said since she was a child, and she can't change it, so she is too lazy to change it.

This writer who can swear and not pretentiously should be the most authentic her.

But then again, when did he become a woman, this is what Qin Ming couldn't figure out.

Suddenly.

Qin Ming's mind popped up with a haunted thought again, he began to tremble, looked at the woman who called himself Lu Yuan with a pale face, swallowed his saliva and said: "Lu Yuan was born on December 3, 1949, and died on November 17, 1992, and now you are still alive?" How is this possible? ”

As soon as the words fell.

Syllable!

A slap slammed over.

Then the woman's chest rises and falls, which is really a beautiful scenery, and it will definitely become the focus if you usually do it.

But now Qin Ming is still sluggish, and the woman rolled her eyes, the cold light in her eyes was very sharp, and she said coldly: "Your TM curse will kill me." ”

The clear slaps and scolding caused the people around them to turn their heads and look at the two of them, and soon someone in the crowd cheered Lu Yuan's name.

"It's the beautiful civilian writer Lu Yuan, it's really her, look for her autograph."

"Lord Lu, can you sign it?"

"I'm going to sign it too."

"I want it too."

"It's all right, take your time one by one."

Lu Yuan quickly wrote her beautiful signature on the paper handed over by the other party, someone recognized her, and she had to sign it, as a platinum god-level writer, how could she refuse this kind of recognized honor?

The woman said a lot of things in the process of signing the autograph, and the conversation and laughter were very natural and uninhibited, as if she was talking to her own family.

Civilian writers really have the demeanor of civilians.

Qin Ming was on the sidelines, watching the enthusiastic crowd talk with Lu Yuan on literature.

Lu Yuan's conversation was very casual, and everyone could easily understand it, and in Qin Ming's eyes, they seemed to be slapping Qin Ming's face.

And this kind of face-slapping technique is particularly clever, but Qin Ming didn't care too much, he was also very curious at the same time, how could this platinum god be so popular?

Could it be that the other party has gone beyond the scope of writers and has been promoted to the rank of total stars?

Qin Ming thought about it, this is also unlikely.

However, there is no need to think about the writing level for the time being, she is indeed very beautiful, even if she is placed in the entertainment industry, her face can be promoted to the level of a first-line star.

Just when Qin Ming didn't care what Lu Yuan was, and he didn't plan to pay attention to it, the gossip finally came.

"Great God, you hit that man just now, is it your boyfriend?" The person who asked the question was very clever, and he didn't say Qin Ming to death for the time being, and slowly tried it.

"He accosted him, did a little too much, and then I slapped him lightly."

Sudden protrusions.

Qin Ming was generally uncomfortable when he was shot.

"I'll just say, how could he be Lu Yuan's boyfriend."

"No wonder, I looked so ordinary, I almost had facial paralysis, at first I thought it was your boyfriend, and I almost blinded my unpolluted titanium alloy dog eyes."

Qin Ming vomited blood so much that he couldn't help beating people, but with the principle of "at the beginning of a person, nature is good", he still held back, after all, he had considered whether he could win against so many people.

"Hehe, I said boy, aren't you happy to be slapped in the face."

"Nonsense, if I am slapped by such a beautiful woman, I will be happy for three days and will not be able to sleep." One replied with a smile.

The chatter was chattering.

This time, Qin Ming was completely blinded, and the slap marks that appeared on his face did not make Qin Ming feel pain, but instead his heart became numb, and his brain was temporarily blank.

At the beginning, Lu Xun's book described the numb Chinese people, and it happened to be a person like Qin Ming in the new century, if Qin Ming was in Lu Xun's era, it is estimated that he would be criticized as defenseless.

Qin Ming wanted to know, what was going on with all this?

Who can tell him.

I was stunned for a long time.

Qin Ming finally came to his senses, he realized that he should have recognized the wrong person, there are many people with the same name and surname in the world, and he was directly slapped in the face, and he was certainly unhappy in his heart.

But he couldn't punch his face back for the time being, because Qin Ming knew that fans were crazy.

He remembered that on **, there were two celebrities scolding each other, and in the end, the fans of a certain party couldn't stand it, and a few fans picked up kitchen knives and rushed to people's homes.

Until now, Qin Ming's memory is particularly deep.

If Qin Ming dared to speak out now, he would definitely not die, but he would also be scolded by so many people in turn, he was not afraid of things or that he couldn't scold, but he was too lazy to pay attention to it.

All right... He really can't scold.

"Lord Lu, can I sit next to you?" The troublemakers are still coming.

"There's no place next to me, but you can squat or kneel."

Lu Yuan was a little impatient, she actually knew the man's true intentions, but he really didn't respect Qin Ming's opinion, so he didn't give him a little face.