A long time ago, Ling Zishan had a dream, that was the first time she went to watch the movie with Ning Yuqian's three siblings, she had a firm dream...

Become a writer, become a screenwriter

Write one story after another, one story after another

And everyone in the story is her, and they are all her imaginary lives

At that time, Ling Zishan was still a child who had not faded away, but her small body had big dreams

Since this dream, Ling Zishan has been enriching her reading and constantly learning the experience of writing from famous books

When she was in high school, Ling Zishan won many awards for her essays, and she did not hesitate to choose liberal arts in the college entrance examination.

Densely packed with manuscripts, with characters named dreams popping up on them, Ling Zishan has been immersed in her own world for the past few days, communicating with the characters she fantasizes about

She wanted to ask them, what kind of life did they aspire to?

She wanted to ask them what kind of personality they liked about themselves.

She wanted to ask them, did they like everything in this century? Or do you like that ancient country?

She wanted to ask them,...

Ask them how you can make up a complete story

At sunset, the silence in the classroom reflected the red of the sunset, and a beautiful picture was born, which was written into the manuscript by Ling Zishan...

The sunrise and morning dew, full of vitality and infinite hope, were written into the manuscript by Ling Zishan...

The traffic, the crowd, the bustling, the lonely and quiet, all jumped on the paper one by one, outlining a picture

It took a few days, Ling Zishan only conceived the relationship between the characters, the storyline and the general outline were not completed, Ling Zishan would occasionally look at the manuscript in her hand and sigh, provoking Meng Jia on the side to always look at her inexplicably

"What the hell have happened to you these days?"

In Ling Zishan's sigh again, Meng Jia approached Ling Zishan and asked curiously, so frightened that Ling Zishan immediately pulled a book to cover the contents of the A4 paper, and stammered to explain

"No... Not much... Ahh

"Not really?" Meng Jia shook his head left and right, trying to see what was written on the covered paper, and after confirming that he couldn't see it, he doubted, "Why are you so flustered?" ”

"It's my privacy... Don't look at it..."Ling Zishan was stunned for a moment, and then pushed Meng Jia away in disgust, "You don't care about me, read your book... If you can't pass the monthly exam, you'll be miserable..."

"It's not... Why are you pushing me? Meng Jia ignored Ling Zishan's resistance, and the curious look on her face deepened, "It's not weird... Say... Are you secretly writing a love letter to Ning Shao..."In the last sentence, Meng Jia asked in a whisper in Ling Zishan's ear, and as soon as the words changed, she saw Ling Zishan's ears quickly become popular

"What are you talking about... Not good at all, right? Ling Zishan glared at Meng Jia, quite annoyed and angry

"No, it's not..."Meng Jia smiled and retracted her body, sat up straight and quipped, "I already know anyway."

"You know what, you know!"

Ling Zishan, who glared at Meng Jia fiercely, once again buried her head in writing without saying a word, and the words continued to jump on the paper, outlining a picture line by word

Time flies, Friday is coming quietly, from Monday to Friday, Ling Zishan lives at school, but she still has to go back to Fu's house to accompany her grandfather during the holidays