In order to avoid being stared at by Huang Rong with hurt eyes, Lin Qingping stayed in the room all morning.
Only when the last word is written down can the brush be put down.
In the past few days, after taking a bath every night and cultivating his internal strength, Lin Qingping's physical fitness can be said to be several times stronger than before.
But after writing all morning, my right hand is sore.
However, looking at the small pile of manuscripts on the table, Lin Qingping nodded with satisfaction.
No matter what, my first short story, no, short story book was also published.
Seeing Lin Qingping coming out, Huang Rong appeared directly in front of Lin Qingping.
"Did you finish writing?"
Lin Qingping responded: "It's over!"
After getting the confirmation, Huang Rong put down the dishes and was about to rush to the study to take a peek.
However, Lin Qingping, who has quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed him directly.
"We'll see after we eat! That thing won't have legs to run around anymore, so what's the rush?"
But Lin Qingping was still attracted to Huang Rong by his words.
In the past, when several people were eating together, Huang Rong would act like a bit of a food grabber.
But not only did he eat less today, he also kept adding vegetables to Lin Qingping's bowl.
I was afraid that I would eat this meal slowly.
As a result, Lin Qingping ate a lot more food today than usual.
After Huang Rong and Yao Yue washed the dishes, they entered Lin Qingping's room one after another and read the contents of Lin Qingping's story book "The Way Out of the Heart" together.
Noticing Xiao Zhao who was approaching curiously from the side, Huang Rong flipped through and handed over the first half of the book that Lin Qingping had written before.
"Look at the front first."
Curiously, Xiao Zhao took the manuscript handed over by Huang Rong. After reading a few pages, Xiao Zhao became immersed in it.
Seeing the three women staying in their own rooms, Lin Qingping felt a little out of place.
"Hurry up and read! I will take the manuscript to a bookstore in the city and publish it later."
As soon as the voice came out, Huang Rong and Yao Yue, who were immersed in the storybook, did not respond.
Only Xiao Zhao obediently raised his head and said "Oh" and then quickly lowered his head to read.
After touching his nose a little helplessly, Lin Qingping looked at the three women, and then glanced at the wood in the distance.
"With four people, we can make mahjong."
Thinking about it, Lin Qingping went to the side, took a pile of wood and a carving knife, and started carving slowly.
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.
In the past six months, Lin Qingping would carve and write things by himself whenever he had something to do.
After a long time, although the craftsmanship is not as good as those of the old masters.
But there's nothing wrong with carving something simple.
There was a constant sound of "scratching" wood being carved outside the room.
Inside the room, the sound of turning paper could be heard from time to time.
There were four people in one yard, but no one felt bored in this cloudy afternoon.
An hour later, Huang Rong and Yao Yue slowly saw the beginning.
When she saw the ending, Huang Rong's hand holding the manuscript couldn't help but tremble.
The reason is simple, because in Lin Qingping's ending.
It turned out that the overbearing palace owner died to marry the male protagonist. The male protagonist was heartbroken and retired to the world, building a wooden house next to the tombstone of the overbearing palace owner.
A complete tragedy.
And there is a poem at the end.
"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads."
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"The whole book is finished, the author is a heartbroken person"
After putting down the manuscript in her hand, Huang Rong walked quickly to the door with red eyes.
"Why did you write Yi Tianxue to death?"
Lin Qingping said quietly while carving: "Isn't it written in the storybook? Sacrifice for the hero."
Huang Rong said: "Then it can't be seriously injured? Do you have to break your heart directly? Why do you want to cause a tragedy?"
Lin Qingping said of course: "As a good storybook, of course it should collect tragedies, so that readers can be impressed!"
Huang Rong asked in confusion: "What theory is this?"
Lin Qingping said calmly: "What you can't get is the best. It's the sadness that makes readers regret the most."
"If it weren't for the tragedy, would you have such a big reaction now?"
"If it continues to be sweet, I'm afraid I'll get tired of it after seeing it!"
Huang Rong thought about it and found that it was really what Lin Qingping said.
It is certainly interesting to see the domineering palace master protecting the man he likes.
But if it continues like this, it will seem a bit boring.
Compared with the previous one, the content at the back is more magnificent, but also because of the tragedy of the plot, it feels a bit hard to remember.
At this time, Yao Yue said: "The palace master in your story has a good image, but his behavior is a bit too childish."
"Moreover, being able to become the Lord of the First Palace means that he is extremely powerful. How could those young people plot against him?"
"This is unreasonable."
Hearing this, Lin Qingping responded seriously: "Asking what love is in the world, it makes people agree to each other in life and death. Love makes people stupid, but caring makes people chaotic!"
Faced with Huang Rong and Yao Yue's dissatisfaction, Lin Qingping argued hard.
After all, I wrote this book myself.
The final right of interpretation must be with Lin Qingping.
Whether it makes sense or not, I have the final say.
Moreover, Lin Qingping's eloquence is absolutely top-notch due to his rich sales experience in his previous life.
Faced with the opinions put forward by Huang Rong and Yao Yue, Lin Qingping came back with all the opinions without missing a beat.
And it’s justified.
After a while, Huang Rong, who felt that she couldn't find a reason, sat down in front of Lin Qingping angrily.
The more I think about the ending I saw before, the angrier I get.
I was thinking about it before watching it, but I couldn't calm down after watching it.
But Huang Rong couldn't help it.
This feeling.
Very angry.
Thinking about it, Huang Rong lowered her gaze and couldn't help but look at Lin Qingping's slender hands.
Yingya rubbed it gently.
Suddenly, Huang Rong said: "By the way, isn't your cultivation already in the early stage of second-rate? I haven't seen you take action yet. How about we have a fight to try it out?"
Lin Qingping glanced sideways at Huang Rong, "Want to bully someone?"
Huang Rong: "My cultivation level will surpass that of a second-rate early stage person like you."
Lin Qingping shook his head and said: "I won't fight either. I only have kung fu and have never learned martial arts. I can't beat him!"
Huang Rong curled her lips and said, "Who are you confused about? Who learns martial arts and only learns the techniques without practicing martial arts?"
Maybe he has some cultivation, but he has never used it.
Faced with Huang Rong's proposal, Lin Qingping also became somewhat interested.
After thinking for a while, Lin Qingping said: "So, you teach me a martial art, and after I learn it, we can try it out?"
Huang Rong: "Deal!"
After saying that, Huang Rong's body flashed and she was already in the courtyard.
