"What did you do to provoke her to lose her temper so much?" Ling'er still knows her mother very well, and the knife is a tofu heart, but this time the knife is too sharp, and it is estimated that she is really in a hurry.

The tears in the eyes of the handsome man Xu were about to overflow: "Your mother said that I serve the flowers and plants of the fairy world all day long, and I don't do my job, unlike scholars——"

Ling'er picked up the cardboard box on the table with one hand and handed it to him, and continued to nibble on the apple with the other: "Then you just listen to her and go to read and write." ”

Ling'er's answer is justified, it seems that Xu Xian really doesn't have any status in the family, and if he can't figure it out, he is still under Ling'er, for his daughter, this is not a comforting word, Xu Xian actually nodded again and again: "I have read and written, and I have written poetry, but your mother said that no one has read quatrain poetry these years, and everyone loves to read novels, so I went to write novels again——"

"What type of fiction do you write?" Mo Mo couldn't help but ask, Xu Xian changed his career to write novels, this is big news, it will be popular if it is hyped, how can he be scolded again, is it possible that he wrote a counter-revolutionary theme?

"I did an online survey, and then I considered the specific situation of the fairy world and wrote about Xianxia." Xu Xian replied honestly, he didn't shed tears when he said this to Mo Mo, he was really free.

"Xianxia, the theme is very good!" Mo Mo is very confused, it stands to reason that the Chinese have some martial arts immortal cultivation complex, this theme will not be outdated, Xu Xian also has practical experience, still staying in the fairy world, writing this, the meaning of writing this is similar to that of mortals writing urban literature, even imagination is not used, "Are you published in the fairy world, or in the mortal world?" ”

Xu Xian was praised by her, and finally lifted his spirits, took out a paper fan from his sleeve, and opened it: "Published in the world, people in the fairy world communicate through the human server on the Internet, if you want to see it, you can also search for it." Besides, my heroine is a mortal, a heroine in the Song Dynasty, beautiful as a flower, with a vague life experience, and a chivalrous and tender ......"

"Dad, you wrote this to slap your mother's ass!" After Ling'er nibbled on an apple and took out the paper from the tissue box he was holding, Yun Zhaoying sat down beside her, took it, and began to help her wipe her hands and mouth.

Na Ze seemed to be infected, and immediately followed suit, and also lowered his head to help Mo Mo beside him wipe his hands, trying his best to hide the twitching corners of his mouth, the Chinese fairy world is really, uh, life!

"Where's your male lead?" Momo was curious, could it be himself?

"It's the second shopkeeper."

"Shopkeeper?" Momo's voice became louder, "The male protagonist is the second in the first shop?" ”

"No, no, I've analyzed, at least two male protagonists are enough, readers say so." Xu Xian put down the fan and waved his hand again and again, "So, one of my male protagonists is the second shopkeeper——"

It seems that Xu Xian is not so stupid, and Mo Mo's tone has softened a lot: "What about the other one?" ”

"It's the second shopkeeper on the other side." Xu Xian began to shake the paper fan again.

"What?!" Mo Mo clenched his fists with both hands, "Then whether they are handsome or not, do they have special functions, are they orphans of the royal family?" ”

Xu Xian was so frightened by her that the fan fell to the ground, and replied nervously: "The posture of a middle-aged person, the body of a mortal, and the parents are both shopkeepers." ”

"......" feelings, he wants to write the story of the two little second families and the mortal version of Bai Suzhen!

"You want your mother to marry the shopkeeper, no wonder she wants to divorce you!" This time, Ling'er realized how stupid his father was, "Why don't you write something about a master of the rivers and lakes!" ”

That's it, Mo Mo nodded heavily, and the novel is written like this, how do people look at it, who hasn't chased a few people who are not handsome and not rich these days, as for running to read your novel to find a feeling!

"But when I wrote it, I said that the woman's martial arts were the best, and she knew everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Wen Taowu, Ling'er, your mother really knows everything, right?" Xu Xian's tears began to fall again.

Cry, cry, cry, Momo is not sympathetic at all, if you ignore the content of the conversation, the crying expression of this historical celebrity will make people deeply understand the mystery of ancient Chinese poetry, such as "thinking of the world of leisure, alone and crying", and "feeling the flowers splash tears, hating farewell birds is frightening", it is so "the worries of the world and worry", Mr. Qu Yuan's injury on the bank of the Miluo River is nothing more than that. However, when you listen to what he is talking about, you can only sigh.

"I can't write the story of her and me, a scholar, so many people have written "The Legend of the White Snake", and people must have said that I plagiarized, so," Xu Xian lowered his head, took out the tissue paper, blew his nose twice, and continued to say sadly, "So, I just thought of the shopkeeper, because your mother likes to eat the food I cooked, although I did want to write about the husband at the time, but Confucius said, 'The gentleman is far away from cooking', I cook secretly and no one knows, if I write it, people will laugh at me, woo woo......"

Alas, indeed, it is not realistic to let Xu Xian write the kind of prince male protagonist in "Grimm's Fairy Tales", the orthodox Confucian education he received, knowing that writing Xianxia without making a "Xu Zi" is already a manifestation of advancing with the times and emancipating the mind, alas!

Mo Mo sighed and sighed in his heart, not knowing how to comfort the heartbroken handsome Xu Da Handsome guy, turned his head to look at the other two handsome guys, both of whom didn't even dare to look at her, and they all made a fortune in a muffled voice. Na Ze doesn't matter, people don't understand Chinese culture and can't write, what are you Yun Zhaoyingqing tall, it's not that you haven't been a gunman, Ling'er gossiped to her, but you helped her to take the top exam!

That's right, gossip, Mo Mo slapped the sofa hard, although he didn't make any sound, but he still attracted the eyes of the four non-human beings with high perceptuality, Mo Mo picked up the pillow on the sofa, thought for a while, and said: "I mean, if you immortals write about what has happened in the mortal world, it shouldn't violate the rules of heaven or something, right?" ”

Xu Xian pinched some kind of mixed liquid-saturated tissue paper and looked up at her: "No, it doesn't count." ”

When Mo Mo heard this, he clapped his hands and smiled: "Really, then you don't have to cry, I'll tell you what to write, I promise that you won't be scolded, if you don't get it right, you can still live through the ages!" ”

"Write what?" The three handsome guys immediately looked up at the same time.

Ling'er took advantage of the master's inattention, and happily picked up a bunch of grapes he liked to eat and stuffed it in his mouth, hehe, so that he couldn't eat it, as for what his sister said, she didn't care, anyway, even if his father couldn't change anything, his mother would at most turn into a snake to scare him.

"Write gossip history, you can write real or fake, anyway, modern people haven't gone through these, even if it's true, everyone will read it as a novel, in fact, after I heard Ling'er say it last time, I think the real history is much better than the subset of history, Uncle Xu, this shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

"But, is that okay?" Xu Xian's eyes were red, but he didn't cry anymore.

"Of course, whoever believes in me will have eternal life!" Mo Mo waved his fist, "Uncle Xu, come on!" ”