Mo Ming was still cowardly after all, showing his tendencies, he was putting pressure on his mother, he knew that he didn't have the ability to solve this matter. The method is actually very simple, as long as Tian Yuling solemnly declares to the Luo family that he will not be able to write a book, as long as this is the case, everything can be solved, he is just an abandoned pawn in this, in order to lead out the black magician.

Mo Ming looked at the black warlock, stopped talking, and gave her the right to decide for herself, which was undoubtedly very cunning, but Mo Ming had no choice, this was a dead end.

Tian Yuling looked at Mo Ming, a rare loss.

"I thought my son would understand me."

"I'm sorry."

Mo Ming can't say anything except sorry, he can't solve anything, even if he knows the truth and sees through the truth, it won't help.

Tian Yuling sighed.

"Ever since I debuted, I've received a lot of favors from my hometown, and when I was a minor, I received an invitation from the City Writers Association to become a member of the Writers' Association, but I declined because I just wanted to write a good book. Later, I also refused, I just wanted to write a good book. So I was scolded for being pretentious, incomprehensible, low EQ, of course, I can see very lightly, it is this land that raised me, I need to repay her, in what way, I struggled for a long time, but then I understood, I am still an author, I can also send my weak cry, sing the praises of the scorching history and humanities here, this is a very happy thing, I was about to practice with enthusiasm, he told me, what should be written, and he also said honestly, can you add his name, together with the position, He was afraid that I would be angry, and explained that he also wanted to be written into the story, and so many of his different voices had only one purpose, to sink me. Chinese writers, it's very simple to want to sink, just write something he says, I cry out in my heart, hesitate, I want to escape, but this is not okay, I am there, what he said is also very reasonable, just use the pen, is it so difficult? Mo Ming, do you find it difficult?"

Tian Yuling looked at Mo Ming meaningfully, the sentence that Chinese writers are easy to sink is indeed stirring in his heart, he may be able to understand this feeling, he has also been taught by a friend, at that time, it is okay to laugh, it is enough to repeat other people's words, just nod your head, is it difficult? It's not difficult, if it sinks, it's not difficult at all.

"I'm sorry."

Mo Ming now feels that he was born as a human being, and he is sorry.

"Actually, Mo Ming, you're too gentle."

Tian Yuling said to Mo Ming with a smile.

"How?"

"What so...... As a son, if you beg me coquettishly, I will definitely agree to you, after all, mother and son are the same."

Tian Yuling's expression made Mo Ming feel that he was directly an executioner, trying his best to corrupt an excellent soul, making her tainted with worldliness and vulgarity, he was like a mediocre person who was jealous of the achievements of geniuses, despicable and persistent. Mo Ming felt that he was so humble, and his voice was even more sluggish, and he was submissive.

"Even if it is...... It's me, I'm still principled."

Mo Ming's so-called principle is to do what he can, try to complete it himself, everything is based on the premise of not causing trouble to himself, this incident, Mo Ming chose to shirk it as a last resort, and it was also in order not to cause trouble to himself.

"Actually, they found it difficult to convince me directly, so they came to you, so the most important person is your son, right?"

Tian Yuling actually thought so.

"Is that so? I don't think it's okay to save the town's economy or anything, I don't think I'm capable of turning the tide."

Mo Ming shook his head, he thought that the important thing was the real meaning of existence, he had always admired those who had real skills, Chen Yingjie's motor nerves, Jiang Wentai's organizational ability, and Liu Yi's senior sister, who was closest to the black warlock in Qingchuan Town, they were all capable people, and Mo Ming's intelligence was very limited, and the guessing puzzle might be good, but in addition, it was a bit far-fetched to transform it into productivity.

Loria's story made him feel ashamed that if only he could really do something to help his friends, even if it was a small job, but they were ashamed to give up their own principles to convince another person to give up their own principles.

"What do you think I should do? I listen to you."

Tian Yuling sincerely talked to Mo Ming.

"I want to discuss with you what is the right thing to do about this."

"Yes, it's rare that I don't talk to my son, I accept it."

"If the discussion comes out, I probably know what to do."

"How?"

Tian Yuling was a little puzzled, there were actually only two ways to solve this matter, one was that Tian Yuling clearly refused to write a book, and the other was that Tian Yuling agreed, and one of the daughters of the Luo family gave it to Mo Ming, probably because they thought it was a bargaining chip to bribe Tian Yuling.

"Well, no matter what, it's impossible to get married."

After Mo Ming expressed his determination firmly, Tian Yuling exploded.

"Silly! People are so rich......

"Not that question."

Mo Ming stiffly shook his head in denial.

"I know, the sisters are good, you are more than enough with Mo Ming, and your mother can't write books for nothing, at least make some money......

Tian Yuling dissuaded Mo Ming very sophisticatedly, but Mo Ming gave her a blank look.

"You won't get married, if you agree, ask them for money, it's your own business."

"It's really out of sight......

"Stop, let's get the discussion started! I want you to make your own decision, not to be afraid of my thoughts because I am your son, and I respect your decision, but you must know that my position is to convince you."

Mo Ming said solemnly, which made Tian Yuling a little nervous.

"Mean, I'm happy?"

"Well, that's how it works."

Tian Yuling nodded, this is indeed the best way, things are back to square one, using people to persuade Tian Yuling to write a book, but this person is her own son Mo Ming.

"When you write, it doesn't matter if the real place name or the real scene appears, right?"

As a layman, Mo Ming raised his doubts, but he also knew that it was okay, after all, he had seen a lot.

Tian Yuling nodded, without hesitation.

"Some types of online can't, but physical book publishing is fine, or rather...... Most writers choose realistic place names."

"It doesn't matter if the scene is set in Qingshui County, right?"

"No problem, Qingchuan Town can do it."

"Is it okay to have lavender?"

Mo Ming asked tentatively, and Tian Yuling still didn't hesitate to answer.

"I can depict the lavender light festival on the outskirts of Qingshui County with beautiful writing, although I haven't seen it."

"Isn't that abrupt to write?"

"I've never worried about writing, it's a simple question, isn't it a writer's profession to describe things that don't exist? When readers find out that there is really a prototype of the story in reality, many people will come to see it, and then we will make up some stories casually, design suspense, add elements, although some voices will accuse me of being a business writer, but for the vast majority of readers, the book is good-looking, not so particular."

Tian Yuling said this kind of thing easily, and Mo Ming felt the powerlessness in it, realizing that he was becoming more and more cruel.