Yuyu's new book is coming, this time it is to write a love story that spans thousands of years, the male protagonist is a big white snake, the female protagonist has forgotten the past, and when they meet again, what kind of love spark will collide between the two~

New Book Sample:

The night was hazy, a thin layer of white mist shrouded in the forest, and a gust of wind swept the rich fragrance of camellia flowers to lift the corner of the red wedding dress, I knelt in front of the dirt slope with the pitch-black tablet in my arms, and cried out sadly: "Brother, come back." ”

"Brother, Xiaocha took you home."

"Brother......

The wind pulled my tail note long, long, and the leaves swirled down with blood-red petals, covering the entire dirt slope.

Suddenly, a crack opened in the dirt slope in front of me, and a hissing sound came from inside, and it was pitch black inside, and there were two faint green lights, and I was so frightened that I turned around and ran away with the tablet.

There were camellia trees everywhere, and I couldn't tell the direction, and behind me was the sound of the whirring wind, mixed with a strange hissing sound.

The branches of the tree hooked the big red dress, pulling me and I couldn't leave, the hiss was getting closer and closer, everything in front of me was blurred, and the blood was red.

Something was wrapped up along my thighs, and my cold skin had a rough scraping sensation, and I wanted to run, but my legs couldn't move, and the hissing sound went up, getting louder and louder, and my eyes were blurry, and I couldn't see what it was.

Until a chill sparked in his ears, and a voice sounded: "Qingxuan, you can't run away, I will never let you go again!" ”

Then, a tingling sensation hit, something was broken at that moment, and my scalp tingled, and the thing became tighter and tighter, and I almost suffocated.

"Qingxuan, my Qingxuan......"

"No, I'm not Qingxuan, I'm Xiaocha, Bai Xiaocha......"

……

I opened my eyes suddenly, gasping for breath, already soaking wet, and in the dark of the night, I stared at the ceiling with my eyes and came back to my senses for a while.

It was a dream, but it didn't seem to be a dream, and there was a dull pain in my inner thigh, and I reached for it, and immediately I felt a hard scale, the size of a fingernail.

The scale has been there since I woke up in the woods that night, and it's a mark, a mark that the thing made on me.

Thinking back to that night, I couldn't help but cry down, curled up, and sadness struck again.

My name is Bai Xiaocha, born in a village called Jiaolongpo in southern Yunnan, southern Yunnan is rich in camellias, every year when the camellia is in full bloom, thousands of tourists flock to it, we Jiaolongpo will also usher in the annual camellia festival, and my birth was once a nightmare for Jiaolongpo.

That year's Camellia Festival, my mother on behalf of the village to the tea god Niangniang, on the way back disappeared for no reason, the villagers went crazy looking for a day and a night, until the next morning she dragged a tattered clothes back by herself, all over the body was full of injuries, the whole person was in a state of discouragement, unable to say a word.

Rumors spread throughout the village that my mother must have been ruined, and gossip spread all over the world, until a few months later, when her belly grew bigger, and the villagers dragged my mother to the pig pen.

Thanks to my grandmother, who is a famous Gu woman in ten miles and eight towns, her ability to play Gu is terrifying, and under her protection, my mother was able to survive.

But nine months later, my mother disappeared again on a thunderstormy night, and all the villagers went out, but they couldn't find her.

At dawn, a thunderclap crashed into the camellia forest, and the heavy rain stopped abruptly, and the colorful camellia flowers on the mountain instantly turned blood-red, and then withered rapidly at a speed that could be seen by the human eye.

Camellia is the foundation of the village's survival, without warning the whole piece of withering, the villagers are crazy, all rushed towards the camellia forest, but never thought that in the camellia forest in front of the soil slope called Jiaolongpo accidentally found the mother covered in blood.

Every time I recalled this, my grandmother couldn't cry, she said that at that time, my mother was soaked in blood, and the umbilical cord was glued under her, and the other end of the umbilical cord was connected to me, who was covered in bruises and silent.

The mother opened her eyes slightly, stretched out her blood-stained hand to her grandmother, and said angrily, 'Save the child' and died.