After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 66 A Pious Mr. Xiang (Third Watch)
This is a messy bedroom. The room is full of instant noodle buckets, wine bottles, and crumpled tissues.
The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, and even a wrinkle was rarely seen on the bed sheet, which formed a sharp contrast.

And there is only one explanation for the situation in the room.The owner of the house used to be a person with a very refined life, but recently he may have suffered some kind of huge blow, which made him have no energy to clean up his house.

If Luo Dong, the dog-eye editor, was in this room, he would see the person he hated very much, and the person who caused him to lose his job.

Xiang Anruo, the fifth-ranked youth literature god, has a pen name of Ximing Jue.

At this moment, Xi Mingjue has long lost the appearance that he once could compare with a beautiful woman, and his beautiful face is no longer rosy, but gray.

The mist-like pupils were no longer watery, but became dull, like a living dead.The proud hair has also become messy and greasy.The sunken eye sockets showed that he hadn't slept in days.

A PK with Hongwen completely crushed this once proud man, and all his honor and face were lost with the failure of that PK
Picking up the wine bottle in his hand, Xi Mingjue took a sip hard into his mouth. The strong smell of alcohol made his throat uncomfortable and made him cough violently.

"How could I fail! How could I fail, why would I lose to a rookie."

Xi Mingjue said in a daze, and continued to pick up the wine bottle and pour it into his mouth, but there was no more wine.He moved his weak body to get other wine bottles that had fallen on the ground, but unfortunately he found several in a row, but they were all empty.

"Even you bully me? Why don't you let me get drunk! I won't think about such shameful things when I'm drunk."

If Chen Tianhong saw this scene, he would definitely sing a song for his former opponent, it was a song from his previous life.

"A person is drunk and wants to use alcohol to anesthetize. There are too many misunderstandings between us. Who else is it all because of? It's that dog-eyed editor Luo Dong."

At this time, Ximingjue saw his golden honor medal hanging high in the room. The big characters of 2020 Youth Literature Writer No.5 Ximingjue on it were so dazzling, but now it seems so ironic.

The selection of youth literature writers in 2021 will be held soon, and Ximingjue has also received the invitation.Although he lost to Hongwen, the "Origin of Youth" has not been updated yet, but this does not make him fall below the top ten.

But how can he go?
To make everyone laugh at me?

To let Hongwen insult himself?

The more Ximingjue thought about it, the more ashamed and angry he became, the more he thought about it, the more ashamed he became, Jiuna?Bring the wine.

It's a pity that there is no wine, and there are half a pack of cigarettes on the ground.

Xi Mingjue stared at the cigarette with a look of hesitation in his eyes. He was a bit of a clean freak, and he would never pick up things that fell on the ground.

However, for a proud person, a big failure is enough to destroy all his principles and persistence.

With trembling hands, he picked up the half-drawn cigarette on the ground, and found the lighter, and with a click, the flame ignited.

"Ahem." He took a big puff, half-drawing the cigarette and then half-down in an instant.

Even a novice smoker could tell that this mingjue didn't know how to smoke at all, because he swallowed it without exhaling.

The so-called smoking is to swallow clouds and smoke, enjoy the pleasure of inhaling, and then spit it out, watching the smoke, this is the authentic pleasure of smoking.

Of course Ximingjue doesn't understand these things, he usually neither smokes nor drinks alcohol.He is a good young man who does not drink or smoke.It's just that he needs to anesthetize himself after his failure.The one that can anesthetize people is different, and it is also necessary for every decadent person, that is, tobacco and alcohol.

The wine in this room and the cigarette in his hand are not his. Xi Mingjue took it from another room, which belongs to his brother.

Xi Mingjue lives with his elder brother. Their parents are doing business abroad, and they don't come back several times a year.

And his elder brother is a vagabond, often away from home, so Xi Mingjue is usually alone at home.

At this time, there was a harsh music sound in the room, it was the ringtone of the mobile phone.

The reason why it is harsh is because it is aimed at Ximingjue.For him, any sound now is jarring.

I didn't want to answer the phone call. Firstly, Ximingjue didn't want to move, and secondly, he was afraid that it was the organizer of the Youth Literature Ceremony. They called Ximingjue several times in the past two days, asking whether he would attend the ceremony.

The ear-piercing music was still playing tenaciously, Xi Mingjue finally couldn't bear it anymore, he stood up with difficulty, and found his mobile phone among a pile of messy toilet paper.

When he saw the note on the phone screen, Xi Mingjue's eyes were red, and tears flowed directly.

The note on the phone screen is, brother.

"Hey brother."

After Ximingjue just said this sentence, his voice was choked up and he couldn't speak.

In Ximingjue's heart, his elder brother is the person he admires the most.Even when he was the proudest, when he won the No. 5 youth writer and the most glorious time, he still thought that he was far inferior to his brother.

"Well, Xiao Ruo, what are you doing? Are you secretly shooting flying objects by yourself again!"

A mocking laugh came from the phone.

Xi Mingjue didn't speak for a long time, he couldn't be in the mood to joke at this moment.

"Xiao Chao, what's the matter! Tell brother what happened."

Hearing something was wrong, the voice over there also became extremely serious.

And Ximingjue was speechless, just crying bitterly, like a child who has been wronged and met a long-lost relative, who doesn't know how to express his grievance.

"Xiao Chao, what's the matter? Tell me, brother is still here for the big deal."

Xi Mingjue still didn't speak.
until the phone is hung up.

At this moment, he is thousands of miles away from West MG, in a luxurious five-star hotel room.

A handsome man was lying half-lounged on the bed, holding a mobile phone in one hand, while the other hand was swimming on the person next to him.

It was a very charming looking woman.

And this man is Xi Mingjue's brother Xiang Anran.

"What's wrong, An Ran?"

Feeling the hand stopped, the woman asked inexplicably.

"My brother seems to have an accident, and he won't say anything when I ask him. No, I have to go home and have a look."

"What? You want to go back to Kyoto? Now? No way, An Ran, we still have a press conference in the afternoon. You must attend, and the company has already arranged it. If you leave, what will happen to this conference?"

The woman turned pale with fright, and anxiously grabbed Xiang Anran's hand, not letting him leave.

"Even the big things are not as important as my brother, let go."

Xiang Anran said coldly, the lingering tenderness just now was no longer on his face, even when he saw the woman holding his hand, there was still a look of disgust in his eyes.

The woman quickly let go of her hand.She knows Xiang Anran very well. Although she is usually cynical, she is a vagabond and doesn't care much about anything.

But there is one thing that Xiang Anran values ​​most, and it is also his bottom line, and that is his younger brother.

"An Ran, you are going back now to buy a plane ticket, and it will be night before you get on the plane. I think we should find out what happened to your brother first. This is the most important thing."

"Huh? What you said makes sense, but my brother doesn't like to go out usually. Unless there are important events, he writes at home. He hangs up the phone when he can't say anything that makes him cry. "

Xiang Anran, who just got dressed, felt that what the woman said made sense, so she stopped going out.

"Writing articles? An Ran, is your brother also a writer? Are you writing online or physical articles?"

The woman didn't know who Xiang Anran's younger brother was, and Xiang Anran seldom mentioned about his younger brother.

"Yes, he writes both online and offline, mainly youth literature. His pen name is Ximingjue."

Xiang Anran seldom talks about his younger brother because his reputation in the circle is not very good.So as long as others don't take the initiative to ask, he won't take the initiative to speak.

Xiang Anran is also a writer, and is very famous in the circle of writers.It's just that half of his fame is based on his fame for writing books, and the other half is based on his flair.Whether it's his female fans, colleagues in his company, female authors in the industry, or passers-by.As long as he can get started, he can miss it, and he must not let it go.

What he admires the most is living among thousands of flowers without a single leaf sticking to his body.In layman's terms, it means that you don't recognize people when you put on clothes. In girls' terms, you are a scumbag.

For this reason, many writers in the industry despise him.Also because of his bad reputation, the Writers Association also refused to join him, even though he had already met the criteria for entering the Writers Association.

Strictly speaking, Xiang Anran is one of the few talented creative writers in the writer circle. He has written works on many subjects, from youth literature, to martial arts in physical books, and even dabbled in history.And each work is of high quality in its genre.

One of the highlights of Xiang Anran's works is that the writing style is excellent, and all the works he writes are gorgeous in rhetoric, and he is also well-known in the industry.Even though many writers despise his behavior, they have to admit that this writer's writing skills are really profound.

"Western MG!"

Hearing this name, the woman cried out in surprise.She didn't expect Xi Mingjue to be this brother.

"The two don't look too much alike!"

The woman looked at Xiang Anran carefully, and compared it with Xi Mingjue in her mind.In the end, it was concluded that the two were indeed not very similar.Otherwise she couldn't possibly fail to recognize it.

This is also because few people remember the real names of ordinary writers, and what everyone remembers is the writer's pen name.So the woman didn't know that Xiang Anran and Xi Mingjue were brothers.

There is also a writer in the industry who does not have a pen name, that is, Xiang Anran, who originally had one.But no one remembers that pseudonym.

People in the industry, including readers, like to call him by his nickname, Mr. Xiang.It's just to ridicule that although he is handsome and talented, he is full of men and women, and his private life is extremely chaotic.

Over time, Xiang Anran also gave up her original pen name and directly signed her real name when writing works.

"An Ran. I know what happened to your brother."

The woman spoke word by word.

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(End of this chapter)