A thin young man in green clothes sat quietly at the doorrail, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were half-squinted and half-opened.

The night poured like ink, the rumbling thunder was like the roar of a wild beast, the lightning and thunder, the rain was pouring down, and the sound of the rattling was like a galloping horse.

The skinny fingers caressed a withered petal in his arms. She thought, smiling for some reason.

The smile spread, and the pale and bloodless face froze suddenly, as if it had become a lifeless mask in an instant. The next moment, the muscles on his face began to move slightly, and the smile slowly faded.

There was a light of curiosity and calmness in his foolish eyes.

Lin Chaoge sat at the gate, recalling the scene when he woke up and saw the person in the mirror, with a pale face, slender eyebrows, a small nose bridge, a pair of narrow peach blossom eyes, thin lips, and a sharp and thin chin, like a fox cub that has not grown.

If the pupil distance of these water eyes is closer, it can still be a small jasper, the appearance of the son, if the appearance is more exquisite, be a fox and beautiful man with eyes that can discharge, and it is not bad to take the route of disaster to the country and the people.

Lin Chaoge sighed, no heroine is no heroine, it can be seen from the face, but unfortunately even if there is no heroine, she doesn't mind if she doesn't have the second and third women, but this fake man without a handle is a little uninteresting.

She stroked her skinny chin, frowning slightly.

The original owner was too thin, so thin that it was uncomfortable. Throughout the ages, it is the plump women who are blessed, according to the superstitions of the older generation, this face is a thin fortune and short-lived appearance, although at the moment she is a man, but this look is the short-lived ghost of a scathing, pedantic poor scholar.

Lin Chaoge stood up, a tragic ravaging petals fell to the ground, it rained outside for a day, and the picture of large and small puddles accumulating on the ground was vaguely reflected in her figure.

The wide cuffs covered the bony hands, and they wore them straight on the body, like a skeleton stealing out of an anachronistic clothes.

Lin Chaoge was so thin that he looked like a skeleton, and he was used to bowing his head with his chest on weekdays, leaning forward with his shoulders leaning forward, looking a little cringe.

Lin Chaoge straightened his back hard, lowered his head to look at the reflection on the ground, thoughtful.

In this era, it has become common for people to travel in parallel worlds, and any accident in life may trigger a trip to a multi-dimensional space. And the reason why Lin Chaoge stepped into this world with one foot is to blame her for being indignant and scolding a Mary Sue writer in the middle of the night.

This book is a bloody romance, the author of Mary Sue is dressed in a big heroine inspirational struggle essay, Ben Xing Chong plans to stay up all night and read hard, his head hangs over the beam, but in exchange for a sound of "slotting" on the bed in the bedroom in the middle of the night.

What inspirational and bloody masterpiece under the shell of the world, it is still completely familiar with the taste, the familiar formula! The cannon fodder women who like the male protagonist fight wits and courage, and the two men and the third men who like the female protagonist can't beg for it.

Among them, the hero and heroine have many misunderstandings, a pair of little mandarin ducks are in the conspiracy and calculation, you and me, and the emotional line is like a ball of headless yarn.

For this reason, Lin Chaoge angrily picked up the pen and picked up the lamp to read and write book reviews at night, no, no, no, she found the author's Weibo ID, and scolded the author for most of the night, without repeating swear words.

If arousing the anger of readers is also a success, I don't know how many cannon fodder Lin Chaoge should be regarded as the most pitiful, difficult and unforgettable character in the whole book.

The boy and the first, the future is unlimited, the conversation is elegant, I still remember the description of the first appearance, but the fishing is amazing to a reader.

There is always a lot of rain in the spring season, and it falls densely in ten miles of Qinhuai, covering the sky with constant sorrow, misty and rainy, passing through the stone bridge, I saw a young man holding an azure oil-paper umbrella, wearing a light green Luo clothes, and his hair was tied up with a bamboo hairpin.

A handsome and clear face, a cyan robe fluttering in the wind, indescribably free and easy, handsome, a good young man.

Sad, indeed very sad.

As a result, after only a few minutes of appearance, she hiccuped, and perhaps the author was terrified that her cry would overshadow the heroine, well, it belongs to the black-hearted vicious mule who does not forget to be occasionally pulled out and whipped after death.

Lin Chaoge especially remembered that after the death of the original character, he was completely branded as gloomy and cowardly, scheming, and he admired the second male but did not dare to name his identity.

If the villain No. 2 is a noble girl with a prominent family, and the third female is gentle and lovely, she is neither male nor female, she is a mouse gnawing people's toes in the shadows, like wet and green moss in the cracks of the wall, wet, gloomy and compassionate.

This kind of contrasting description made Lin Chaoge feel physiological disgust.

As cannon fodder, Lin Chaoge's fate is naturally not much better, and the emotional road is particularly bumpy, and he can't love him all his life.

However, the biggest problem now is that she is not the male and female cannon fodder in the book at all, one two, three, four, five six, and she is completely the whip mule that was pulled out for a walk when she died?

The plot is just a cloud for her, and the abuse of scum has nothing to do with her.

At this moment, some rotten wooden doors were pushed open with a "creak".

With a round face, the boy in blue took the umbrella and stood at the door, the corners of his clothes were dripping with rain, and he trembled his body wet from the rain, like a little chicken: "Young master, the master let you pass." ”

Lin Chaoge answered, took an umbrella from the corner of the wall at random, and walked out with his wet cuffs.

The oil-paper umbrella could barely withstand such a fierce rain, and the rain collected into wisps and flowed down the edge of the umbrella like a stream. The scholar's hand holding the umbrella trembled, and as soon as he trembled, the rain splashed on Lin Chaoge's thin clothes, and after a while, his shoulders were wet.