After the two siblings left, Xiao Banxian said, "I didn't tell you, I just didn't want you to be distracted." Everyone's talent is different, and just because others can't do it doesn't mean you can't do it. ”

Mo Liunian smiled and said, "Well, it's good that I learned quickly, otherwise I would have to hold you back." ”

Seeing pieces of snowflakes falling on the shoulders of the little half-fairy, Mo Liunian laughed: "Look at it, you are all white-headed." ”

Xiao Banxian said casually: "You still laugh at me, aren't you too." ”

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere changed slightly, from the relationship with friends, to see hostility, to see love, to see loyalty, to see avoidance, to see all kinds of subtle and warm emotions, to see all kinds of strong or elegant exchanges.

Clouds of black mist poured out from her slender white fingertips, which she gently pinched out like cotton, and then blew them out in one breath, and they fell on Fei Lian Shenjun's dancing silver hair, disappearing like snowflakes.

The strange thing was that every time a cloud of black mist fell, his silver hair was gray and hung down an inch.

Until the black mist disappeared into the hair, Fei Lian Shenjun picked up a lock of long hair as if he was happy and sad, and he hadn't seen it for hundreds of thousands of years, and the black and silky hair seemed to be a dream.

She scattered her long hair and draped it over her shoulders, and a jade-like neck was hidden between the black hair, Fu Shijin let go of his hand, and strands of hair slid through his fingers, like the white moonlight that he couldn't hold on to when he leaned against the window in countless dewy and cold nights in the past.

Hand in hand in front of the flower under the moon, four eyes opposite, two hearts without guessing, watching the mandarin ducks neck, and the flowers bloom, only wish to be full of white hair, still with the Si people, never give up.

This is my dream many years ago, and how long have I been lost?

Some people have already turned around and left before they have time to say goodbye, some stories, before they have time to cherish, have become memories, and some memories have faded away before they have time to review.

Maybe this is love, it's not that there is no time to be desolate, holding hands and holding hands, but love always has regrets.

Sometimes I looked for her and met her, sometimes stupidly lying on the grass while reading a book and giggling, sometimes playing with butterflies and birds in the air with a sword, sometimes practicing swords under the peach blossom tree according to the book, sometimes breaking pots and bowls in the kitchen and then doing bad things and quietly putting together them with a repair trick, waiting for the next time to be broken again.

Sometimes he insisted on falling asleep on the Xuanbing bed for an hour or two, and then rolled from the bed to the ground.

Sometimes looking at the sky and looking at the stars and talking to himself, sometimes he fights with Sugar Baby.

It's too hard to go around and around, so it's better to guard a road and just walk until it's dark.

Let go of others and let go of yourself, and be a guest of time to put all the past.

As the driving force to move forward with the rainy night, passing by the deep love to be a cherished waiter.

And then go through a prosperous and wait for a time.

Read a sincere companion with a white head.

May one person's heart never be separated!

The woman thinks more that her husband can lean on her side and never leave, and she thinks more that those days of low eyebrows and smiling and drunk in the world have never gone away.

But there was no way, fate gave her the happiness she once had, but it also gave her the loneliness later.

For many days, she had no way to retreat from her thoughts, and even though her tears soaked her red sleeves, no one knew.

Don't feel like you're alone and start a relationship hastily just because you look at the people around you in pairs, sometimes, if the scenery is picturesque, whoever stops, I'm still elegant.

Do you know that you are half an inch of starlight in my heart, I can only look at it from afar.

If we can meet again, is it a fate that failed to get what we wanted, and it can be continued.

That person, that mountain, that day, is still the same, just an old man, and he has long since become an old man.

Man can collapse in an instant with what he has carefully shaped. I was so sad to look at this stranger.

He was a complete stranger, and the sense of familiarity, admiration, and admiration suddenly disappeared, along with his heroism and handsomeness.

I don't want to be disappointed, I took so much effort to find it, and I thought that what I finally found was just a misunderstanding.

Meet, meet, accompany, leave, return.

I don't know what happened quietly and when.

But those become irrelevant compared to your existence.

The face in the mirror is quietly changing, and many familiar scenes flow in front of me and disappear in an instant.

Just like the old people in the past, they didn't have time to say goodbye, they were hidden in the depths of the streamer, and they never crossed paths in this life.

I know that one day, everything will be forgotten, mistakes will be erased, no resentment, and loneliness and innocence will be lived.

I had something on my mind, and I couldn't stand reading a book, so I sat by the bookcase and wrote a few letters.

In the afternoon, I thought that Chen Xun's new house must have been decorated, and it was best to go to see it at this time, if there was anything wrong with them, they could correct it immediately.

However, looking at the meaning of my cousin and sister-in-law, I paid attention to almost every inch, and as soon as I went out, I couldn't help but be suspicious when I came back.

I'm ashamed again, I can't calm down, so let's not go.

- Do yourself such a problem.

Now, although you and I live on our own side, please don't forget that not far away, there is another person who silently cares about you, simple and simple, pure and friendly, just like a glass of old wine, the more you taste, the more you taste.

At the moment when they looked at each other, they knew what was most important and worthy of answering in their hearts for a lifetime.

In my heart, I don't want to be cold and estranged, I just want to know each other like "old friends" and bless each other.

Grasping each other's rhythmic heartbeats, when the night approached, they stepped into that warm place.

At first, your white face was close to me, snuggling, and the smell of happiness wandered in your heart.

How happy I am, how content, how I look back and smile, and love you like a treasure. I wanted to hold you tightly, and love and love in front of the stage.

Grandma Liang is about thirty years old, petite and thin, with a medium-to-upper appearance, she glanced at the three of Minglan vigilantly, shook off the veil, and continued to say that she was suitable.

This woman is very skillful in complaining about grievances, meticulous in detail, the slightest big thing can be volatilized all over the sky, a cup of tea is slow, a bowl of soup is cold, a word, a look, can be respected and decent.

I didn't laugh and didn't dare to interject. I listened attentively to what he said, and paid more attention to his face.

His face looked like his brother everywhere, but his aura was not like his brother at all.

This made me suddenly feel like I was talking to someone I knew best, and suddenly I felt like I was sitting opposite a living person.

I was a little uncomfortable—I looked at a familiar face, but I couldn't find the aura that I was used to.

Mo Liunian sighed into the palm of his hand and said, "I'll go back to sleep." ”

Mo Liunian returned to the room, and the little half-immortal walked to the porch and sat down, and after a while, Mo Yan walked out again.

Mo Yan's body is not as good as the little half-immortal, he is wrapped in a thick cloak, the little half-immortal slanted at him, and said, "What, come to enjoy the snow scene?"

Mo Yan said: "The sky is about to change. ”

Xiao Banxian said: "Well, it's snowing, it's a change of sky." ”

Mo Yan stared at the little half-immortal: "The sky in the imperial city is about to change. ”

The little half-immortal was taken aback: "What have you counted?"

Mo Yan said: "Have you forgotten that the Mo family has three that doesn't count? But even if I don't count, I can feel it." ”

The little half-immortal groaned: "Is it going to change the dynasty?"

Mo Yan said lightly: "The Li family is destined to have this catastrophe. ”

Xiao Banxian smiled: "In the end, my uncle is scheming. ”

Half Immortal Renxin must have known it a long time ago, so he let his two children go out of the capital, after all, the city of the Queen of Heaven is so deep, and many things have to be guarded against in advance.

"It's a pity that you can't count, otherwise I really want to know when it is?"

Mo Yan said: "It's almost over, it should be more than a month ago, the country is up and down, the future lord already has his own demon personality, no wonder those big demons who have not been born for a long time have come out." ”

I've met a lot of friends who are just starting out in the industry and want to write fantasy as soon as they come in, because most of them are attracted to this field by the three young people, potatoes or tomatoes.

A lot of people want to write a book that surpasses idols.

But they usually have one characteristic.

1. See less. It is often limited to the works of these great gods. The category is also limited to fantasy, or Xianxia.

It's basically what you look at and what you write. In the process of watching, I had some inspiration, and I thought that my own inspiration must be very awesome when I wrote it.

2. No writing experience. Entering this field for the first time, lack of knowledge of the industry, simply no knowledge of the rules of the website.

thinks that as long as this idea of his own is written, he will definitely kill many gods in seconds. Make money? Don't think about it, it's all based on your own interests. Of course, if you can earn a little, that's the best.

3. Writing is all about impulse. The idea of writing was also accidental, without thinking clearly about what exactly I was writing for. I didn't think clearly about how long and how long to write.

And these friends, usually after a few chapters, disappear completely.

Because they find that things often go very far from what they imagined.

A few friends with some perseverance may be able to write a hundred and twenty thousand, but in the end they will disappear completely, and few can persevere.

Of course, it's not nothing, it's just very little. And there was only one possibility – in the process of writing, he was constantly motivated.

Sources of Incentive:

1. From readers.

I happened to be lucky enough to meet some core readers, who liked this book very much, and posted book reviews in the book review area for a long time, and even added the author's QQ to encourage them.

Even if the grades are not good, because someone likes their work, they can often stick to it for a while.

2. From grades.

After the book was released, the collection grew rapidly and was indeed popular. Due to the good results and the popularity of the market, the editor will definitely come to the door to sign a contract, and then recommend it, put it on the shelf, and get income.

The probability that the first will be able to hold on is almost zero, and the most critical is the second.

Many authors are actually in the second case, so they embarked on the road of professional codewords.

So, it's very important to have a constant motivation, which basically determines whether you can really become a professional writer or not.

How can I get continuous incentives?

1. Luck.

Luck accounts for a certain factor, but it is very small, none of those writers who can become popular can become popular by luck alone, and they all have their own reasons for becoming popular.