When she arrived at Wen Ziying, the first thing that caught Xia Yu's eyes was Wen Ziying's palm holding the pen and the manuscript paper spread out on the table.

What Wen Ziying is writing has not finished yet.

"You're going to report it to me?" Xia Yu asked.

"No need, just leave it there." Wen Ziying said.

Putting the pen down, Xia Yu glanced at the content on the manuscript paper and found that it was an essay, an essay written about Qiu Ju.

The words are gorgeous, the descriptions are delicate, and there are a lot of brushstrokes on light, color and shape, revealing a beautiful and rich color.

The prose is still about a paragraph or two away from ending, and unsurprisingly, this is a rare piece of fine prose.

The description of Qiu Ju in the prose is not a fantasy, but Xia Yu looked around and did not find a pot of Qiu Ju.

I probably went out to observe and think about it first, and then came back to write.

Putting this matter aside, Xia Yu asked Wen Ziying: "Are you ready to submit?" ”

"Not ready." Wen Ziying replied.

"Are you not ready to write like this?" Xia Yu was surprised.

Wen Ziying didn't answer, which meant that she didn't want to say more.

Xia Yu didn't ask much, he put down the manuscript paper, looked to the side, and saw a drawer open, with a stack of manuscript paper inside.

"This is the original?" Xia Yu curiously stretched out his hand to take it.

Nowadays, the use of handwriting is becoming less and less common among young writers, after all, the keyboard can press a word with just a few keys, while handwriting requires so many strokes.

His hand paused before reaching into the drawer, giving Wen Ziying a chance to block it, but Wen Ziying didn't make a sound.

This is the assumption that he can take a look at.

Taking out the manuscript paper, Xia Yu was surprised to find that all of the things in the drawer were not prose and poetry, and the poetry included modern poetry and ancient style poetry, and even imitation of Yuefu's works.

Looking at the prose, the styles are also varied, rich and colorful, simple and plain, plain and natural, arbitrary and vertical ......, almost all famous styles can be found in it.

Whether it is prose or poetry, from Xia Yu's point of view, although it is not a masterpiece, at least there is no problem with the first-line magazines in the landing area.

With these, the character of Wen Ziying's literary girl can be more distinct, after all, in the eyes of some literary youth, only prose and poetry are real literature.

"Are you going to make big news after you die?" Xia Yu asked.

There was a poet in history who was unknown during his lifetime, and after his death his children found several notebooks under his bed, full of poems. A publishing house tried to turn it into a poetry collection and published it, and it was an instant hit.

It's a pity that the poet has no way to see this scene, and I don't know why he is like a squirrel who silently collects poems and refuses to show them.

"What my mom is best at is prose and poetry." What Wen Ziying said was something that seemed to have nothing to do with Xia Yu's problem on the surface.

Xia Yu waited for Wen Ziying to explain further, but Wen Ziying did not continue.

Feeling that Wen Ziying's mood was a little complicated at the moment, Xia Yu didn't want to ask directly.

He silently flipped through the manuscript paper in his hand.

In his heart, the pleasure of peeking at the author's manuscript rose.

However, these prose poems, it's okay to read a few when you're bored, but after reading them for a long time at once, I feel too boring.

In particular, Xia Yu experienced the prosperous entertainment of his previous life. I have seen too many colorful neon lights, even if an oil lamp is exquisite, it feels uninteresting.

At this time, Wen Ziying spoke: "I'm going to see my mother today, will you go?" ”

Xia Yu thought that Wen Ziying didn't know that he would be able to leave in eight hours, so inviting him like this meant that he wanted to use Wen Ziying's body to meet Bian Guping.

There was nothing to do anyway, so he promised to come down.

Under Wen Ziying's guidance, he came to the station and got on the bus to the countryside.

The bus was a bit bumpy and it took an hour and a half to finally get to the place.

After getting off the bus, Xia Yu walked for another half an hour, entered a village, and saw Wen Ziying's hometown.

It was a large old house, and the materials looked new, and it was newly built in the ancient style.

At this time, it was almost noon, and the villagers who came back from the fields greeted Wen Ziying.

Xia Yu, who didn't know anyone, could only respond with a smile.

The house was not closed, and Xia Yu walked in directly.

The entrance is a courtyard and a hallway.

Measured by An Siyao's villa, the yard is not big, but it is already the area of an ordinary person's suite.

Walking through the courtyard and arriving at the lobby, Xia Yu saw a maid.

The maid was serving the dishes and setting the table, and she was a little surprised to see Wen Ziyu.

"Miss." The maid stood aside with some restraint.

It seems that Wen Ziying doesn't come here often, otherwise the maid wouldn't be so surprised and restrained.

"Madame is in the room." The maid said again.

Nodding ordinarily, Xia Yu followed Wen Ziying's guidance and entered the room on the east side.

The room was also full of imitation old objects, the dark large account table, and the cabinet that was taller than a person, which made Xia Yu a little nostalgic.

At the window in the depths of the room, a figure sat in a chair, looking out at the view.

That should be Bian Guping.

When Xia Yu came in, he didn't take a light step, Bian Guping should have heard the voice, but he turned his head to look at it at all.

Coming to Bian Guping's side, Xia Yu looked at her face.

It was a weathered face. Compared with her actual age, Bian Guping is at least ten years older.

She finally turned her head and glanced at Wen Ziyu, her gaze was calm, as if she hadn't seen anyone.

Twisting his head back again, Bian Guping continued to look out the window.

Outside the window, there is a chrysanthemum that is blooming.

Wen Ziying's voice sounded in Xia Yu's mind: "When you're old, your brain is not good. ”

This is an explanation of Bian Guping's appearance.

Xia Yu still had other doubts in his heart, such as the problem of not living together, the problem of the house, and the question of Wen Ziying's father, but it was not easy to ask directly.

Wen Ziying continued: "I heard that my mother lived here when she was a child, and the house was flooded by the flood, so she went to the city. ”

Wen Ziying's words didn't have any point, and it sounded like just ordinary reminiscences, but the bonus that rose to LV2 let Xia Yu know that things were not so simple.

After saying these words, Wen Ziying's intimacy with him increased.

There was too little intelligence for him to analyze.

After staying in Wen Ziying's hometown until three o'clock in the afternoon, Xia Yu returned to Zilang City by car.

Eight hours later, Xia Yu returned to his body.

It was five o'clock in the evening.

Xia Yu, who felt a little strange in his heart, sent a message to Yu Ningmeng again, asking her about Wen Ziying.

"It's only been a few hours since you've found a new love again?" Yu Ningmeng replied.

"I want to know about Wen Ziying's mother Bian Guping," Xia Yu explained.

"From a girl to an aunt, your hobby is a bit unique" Yu Ningmeng made an angry expression.

Xia Yu pretended not to see this sentence.

"Bian Guping is from the literary circle, how can I know about her. You guy, you can't be using me like a gossip machine, are you?" Yu Ningmeng replied.

Xia Yu knew that Yu Ningmeng was not unable to get the news, but was just prevaricating.

At the level of Yujia Group, all walks of life have relationships, and at most a few tosses and transfers, information will definitely be collected.

After thinking about it, Xia Yu said, "Speaking of gossip, I actually have a business idea."

"What do you think?" Yu Ningmeng immediately came to the spirit.

"But I'm forgetful if I don't gossip, and if I can't get news of Bian Guping, I won't be able to remember what my thoughts are."

"You wait" After speaking, Yu Ningmeng had no news.

Putting down the phone, Xia Yu waited.

After an hour, Yu Ningmeng sent the news she had gathered.

"Bian Guping's family was originally a big landlord in Zilang, but after fighting the landlord, he fell down, and then the policy was opened, Bian Guping's grandfather took the gold bars he had hidden before and opened a small factory, and his life was nourishing."

"When Bian Guping was a child, the small factory was closed because of pollution, and the flood washed away the house and land, so Bian Guping's family went to the city. The area is almost exhausted, and Bian Guping has become a well-known writer, and she can still make a living.

"Then she married a wealthy local businessman, who fell ill after marriage, and the company was sold and owed some debts, but she couldn't save her life."

"I haven't collected the rest yet, I'll have to wait a little longer."

Xia Yu glanced at Yu Ningmeng's words, but didn't find anything unusual.

Yu Ningmeng asked again, "What is that gossip business?"

told Yu Ningmeng some of Weibo's ideas, Xia Yu asked Yu Ningmeng to exchange the rest of the information for the rest of the ideas, and exited the chat interface.

Speaking of Weibo, the most famous are Sina and Tencent, these two fought a struggle, and in the end only Sina survived.

Just like Tencent in his previous life, Xia Yu knew that once he got out of Weibo, other capital would also go out to grab food, and it was impossible for him to grab them without power and power.

It's better to hand it over to the Yu family, wait for them to get it right, and then go and enjoy it yourself.

With An Siyao, it is really convenient.

Thinking of this, he stood up and went to An Siyao's villa.

He hadn't forgotten Zhong Yunxin's matter, and after summarizing the messages Zhong Yunxin had sent him before, he had figured out where Hu Lianglu's house was.

I'm just waiting to use An Siyao's body tomorrow to go over and take a look.

After having dinner at An Siyao's place, and walking around the backyard in the dark night with An Siyao, Xia Yu was driven out of the villa by Yu Ningmeng.

The night passed, and in the morning, Xia Yu received a further report from Yu Ningmeng.

"After the death of the rich merchant, Bian Guping took Wen Ziying to rent a house to live in. She contacted her former literary friends and wanted to make a living by writing things, but the price of literati at that time was still quite high, and it was not as miserable as it is now.

"According to an editor-in-chief of a magazine who did not want to be named, Bian Guping was full of confidence at the beginning, including the editor at the time, after all, she really wrote well. But the editor-in-chief of the magazine put it this way: It was probably when Mrs. Win's eight years wore away her spirituality, and what she wrote was really average."

"Generally speaking, it can still be published, but it gets worse and worse, and the magazine side cancels the cooperation."

"Bian Guping kept handing over manuscripts to try, and the magazine took care of the old feelings and found her a job in a consignment office, but Bian Guping still handed in the manuscript at a rate of one article a week."

"It lasted for about two years, and the frequency of the next year was much lower, and three or four articles were published in between. Two years later, Bian Guping left the nursery and went to the home where Wen Ziying now lives, living by selling jewelry.

"Then Wen Ziying became popular."

Yu Ningmeng finished the report and began to ask for her Weibo ideas.

Xia Yu ignored her, because at this time, a dinging sound appeared in front of him.

That's the sound of the system mail.

The long-lost test mission is here again.

Clicking on the email, Xia Yu looked at the content.

[Test requirements: pay attention to and guide Wen Ziying's life according to your heart]

[Test Reward: Star Fragment*1]

The quest requirements are already weird, and the quest rewards are even stranger.

What does it mean to guide Wen Ziying's life? What is a star fragment?

Moreover, the reason why this task was triggered seemed to be because he investigated Wen Ziying's matter.

Forget it, it doesn't seem like a difficult task, give it a try.

Xia Yu clicked to accept the task.

However, he had no idea exactly how to complete the task.

First of all, according to what was said above, pay attention to Wen Ziying's life, and go to Wen Ziying more in the future.

After making a decision, Xia Yu clicked on the column and landed on An Siyao's body.

Wen Ziying's matter will be discussed later, but the important thing now is to solve Hu Lianglu first.

Using An Siyao's body, he came to the location of Hu Lianglu's house, which was judged from the message Zhong Yunxin sent him, and entered a coffee shop next to the street.

He couldn't know if Hu Lianglu would come out or when he would come out, so he could only wait quietly.

The Hu family, which is close to bankruptcy, cannot find a good place for Hu Lianglu to live, and in the same way, the coffee shop here is not a high-end store.

Several men were ready to move on An Siyu, who came alone.

Looking at a man who looked like a dog walking towards him, An Siyu silently picked up the iron coffee spoon, clamped it between three fingers, and used one force.

The coffee spoon bends in an arc.

The man continued to move forward without changing his face, passing by An Siyu's side and going to the toilet.

After returning from the toilet, the man picked up the coffee spoon on his table and looked at it, the spoon was of good quality, and he used all his strength to bend it a little with both hands.

But the girl, with only three fingers, did it lightly.

For the safety of his life, the man decided not to go.

The other men who were about to move were also stopped by An Siyu's hand, and they lost their interest at the thought that the girl opposite could press them to the ground and beat them.

Xia Yu changed a coffee spoon and continued to wait.

At eleven o'clock, Hu Lianglu appeared.