I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 160 "Night Visit to Fengdu City" Released

"Ji Zhuo, your grades are good, you don't seem very happy?"

In a restaurant, there are several dishes of hot dishes with a slight mist on the table.
Yun Qingmu sat opposite, her little face was flushed with heat, and she raised her head to look at Ji Zhuo,

"Is it also because something happened in the middle of this time, which affected the performance of reading the novel itself?"

"No."

Ji Zhuo raised his head, glanced at Yun Qingmu, and picked up the dishes with his chopsticks.

"Ahem...Ji Zhuo, let me tell you, your book is pretty good."

Yun Qingmu moved closer, and said to Ji Zhuo,

"It's going to be popular. You see, no one in the book review area mentions the previous video. They are all discussing the book itself."

Ji Zhuo raised his head again and looked at Yun Qingmu.

Can you lift which pot without opening it?

Originally, Ji Zhuo was quite calm before the meal, but besides, Ji Zhuo was going to be completely out of defense again.

"...I mean, you don't have to suffer from this... Actually, every book of yours has proved your writing strength, and every book is the most authentic achievement."

"Readers are like this. They don't read your novels just because you are Ji Zhuo, a 'dog author'. They only read them because they are well written."

Yun Qingmu comforted Ji Zhuo seriously.

Even Ji Zhuo froze when he heard the action of picking up vegetables.

Mingming Yun Qingmu seemed to be comforting him,
Why does he always feel a little heartbroken?

"I don't feel bad."

"It's okay if you don't feel uncomfortable, eat some of this?"

Yun Qingmu pushed the dishes on the table towards Ji Zhuo again.

Ji Zhuo paused again, then silently picked up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables and ate.

"...Ji Zhuo, it won't be long before you finish writing this book, right?"

"Well, finish the book within a month."

"Then... will you still play the trumpet for the next book?"

Yun Qingmu paused for a moment with the vegetables in her arms, looking at Ji Zhuo, very concerned about this issue.

Ji Zhuo raised his head, looked at Yun Qingmu again,
thought about it, then shook his head,

"No. I still use the current account for Feimo Novels, or the account of Shepherd Boy Xunxian."

"Really?"

Yun Qingmu's eyes lit up, a little surprised.

Although she believes that as long as Ji Zhuo publishes a new book,

Then she will be able to find and see it sooner or later, but since Ji Zhuo won't open the trumpet, it will save some effort.

"real."

Ji Zhuo nodded and replied.

Half of it... But I didn't say the last half.

Hearing Ji Zhuo's affirmation, Yun Qingmu's eyes brightened even more,
Can't help but ask,
"Then what are you going to write in your next book?"

"Romance, can you read it?"

Ji Zhuo then said.

A moment of hesitation flashed in Yun Qingmu's eyes, then she nodded.

"If you can write it, that's all right."

Hey……

I just said that readers are not blind.

Ji Zhuo sighed, women are deceptive.

What kind of romance to write, he himself doesn't know what he can write.

"...It's not decided yet, "Night Tour Fengdu City" has not been finished yet, let's talk about it when the time comes."

Ji Zhuo said again weakly.

"Oh? No romance."

"Why, are you still disappointed?"

"No, but Ji Zhuo, I'll read whatever you write."

"..."

……

In the next book, Ji Zhuo intends to openly build the village road, but to cover Chen Cang secretly.

Write two books at the same time, one in the light and one in the dark.

The dark ones are written first, and are used to deal with the next cycle tasks of the system, so as to achieve the purpose of gathering wool.

Write what is clear, put it on the bright side, and hide it!
For his old readers, it’s like publishing a new book directly with the old account. After all, how can it be said that there is already a book by a dog author on the surface!

This group of people will not spend their time looking for their own new books.

As for his secret book, he is planning to send it to foreign publishing circles... In the foreign publishing novel industry, he is a pure newcomer,
There must be no one else who can combine the translation style of "The Bird in the Cage" with the style of his new book to be written next.

If I choose a colder subject here, it will be stable.

By the time,
Secretly, the book rushes to the street to pluck the wool of the system,

On the bright side, novels earn royalties,
without delay,

This is not a win-win situation.

It means writing two books seamlessly one after the other,
It must have been a little tiring for him.

But it's okay.

make money
Still tired?
After eating with Yun Qingmu,
There are no other arrangements.

Ji Zhuo, who went back to each house, walked on the way back, pondering.

but……

Now I still have to finish writing "Night Tour Fengdu City" first,

I can't write three books at once, can I?

By the way...there is also the script of "The Shepherd Boy Seeking Immortals".

Ji Zhuo thought so,

Suddenly I feel a little tired...

……

"It's on the shelf?"

It's another evening,

The students are out of school, the people who go to work are out of work,

Those in the house finished their meal, and those who opened the shop guarded the shop,
Ji Zhuo's readers had some free time and picked up their phones.

I just saw the dog author who didn’t post reminders and testimonials,
The new book "Night Tour Fengdu City" has quietly hit the shelves.

……

The evening wind blows through the corridor, and then through the open door,
Standing at the door of the house, while changing shoes, Ye Linghan was touching his mobile phone,

Looking at the latest chapter of "Night Tour Fengdu City", there are many more chapter reviews than in the past,
After clicking on it, I found that the dog author's new book was on the shelves - he opened an automatic subscription.

"...It seems that it's about time to hit the shelves. No matter how you look at it, this novel is not a long novel."

Ye Linghan paused, changed his shoes, and went out.

While waiting for the elevator to come up, he continued to read the latest chapter of "Night Tour Fengdu City".

……

"Aha~"

Capital New District.

The man touched his phone and yawned.

Last night, he saw someone in the reader group saying that the length of the author's new book is estimated to be on the shelves on Friday or sometime in one or two weeks.

He also stayed up until twelve o'clock in the evening with a group of other readers,
After twelve o'clock, I really caught the dog author's update.

Thinking of it, the man couldn't help showing some smiles,

The author said that he will not publish a single chapter testimonial, but in fact, is it updated on time when it is on the shelves?

These readers were not made to wait until the next day.

"dad……"

Next to her, the girl moved a small stool and sat in front of her father, looking forward to her father,
Waiting for today's story,
"Okay, Dad will tell you a story."

"Ok!"

……

"Uncle Yu, it's windy at night, do you want to wear an extra dress?"

"The wind in summer is not too cold, but the wind near this evening makes people feel comfortable, so there is no need for it."

"Then I'll take it for you, Uncle Yu, and wear it when it gets cold."

"Um……"

"By the way, Uncle Yu, that "Night Tour in Fengdu City" is on the shelves, and two chapters were updated last night. Why don't you listen to it now."

"No, I couldn't sleep last night, so I already heard it."

In Yucheng, the nurse accompanied the old man out for a walk, walking outside the park fence and talking.

……

"...Little brat, have you finished your homework yet?"

"It's finished. I've written more than half of it in school."

In the noodle restaurant in Fancheng, the teenager heard at school at noon that a classmate said that the new book by the author of the dog was on the shelves, and it was updated last night.
Avoiding other people's discussions, I was lucky not to be spoiled.

After returning to the noodle shop, as soon as he finished his homework, the boy hugged his father's mobile phone and sat against the seat inside.

She looked up beautifully.

The owner of the noodle shop who was busy in the back kitchen asked,
Seeing that the boy had already finished his homework, he didn't care about it any more.

Smiling, he went on to manage some things in the back kitchen and was busy.

"Boss! Give me a bowl of noodles!"

At this moment,
Another reader of Ji Zhuo walked into this noodle shop that he frequented,
Ji Zhuo readers met in this noodle restaurant.

"Okay, you sit down first. Is it the same as usual?"

"Correct."

Ye Linghan nodded in response,

While holding the mobile phone, I sat down on the outer seat of the noodle shop,

While looking at other customers in the noodle shop, I also saw the son of the noodle shop owner flipping his phone intently,

Maybe you are also reading a novel by the author of the dog?

Ye Linghan smiled,

Then he lowered his head and looked at the update of "Night Tour Fengdu City" last night.

Gradually immerse yourself in this wonderful mythical world and scene of the underworld depicted by the author.

Before the plot in the text takes over,
Continue to develop.

The protagonist Zhang Cheng followed the land master to the middle of Naihe Bridge,

The place where Po Meng served soup.

The other dead souls walking in front of Zhang Cheng stumbled, staggered, faltered, and walked fairly smoothly.

When they reached the place where Po Meng made soup, they all stopped,
Granny Meng took a ladle and poured out a ladle of Po Meng soup from the big pottery jar.

Put it in a bowl and hand it to the dead souls who crossed the Naihe Bridge.

After each soul drank the Mengpo soup,

Some cried, some laughed, some were relieved, and some felt unbearable.

The soul of the dead drank this bowl of Mengpo soup, which really cut off from this life.

Going forward, the memories of this life have turned into bubbles, and they have nothing to do with my life anymore.

Zhang Cheng followed the land master to Granny Meng and stopped.

Zhang Cheng saw that the Meng Po soup was still boiling in the pottery jar,

Put into a bowl by Po Meng, but without the darkness of the Wangchuan River,

It is clear and transparent, like a bowl of ordinary warm water, without other colors and magic.

Seeing Zhang Cheng coming with the land master,
After giving soup to the person in front of Zhang Cheng, Po Meng also stopped.

"Would you like to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup too?"

Po Meng asked Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng was puzzled, and turned to look at the land master.

"Drink this bowl of Mengpo soup and forget the mortal world. A nobleman is a living soul who is still born in the world. Drink this Mengpo soup without losing his memory."

"On the contrary, I can recall a lot, and recall all kinds of things in this life."

"In fact, it's the same when the dead soul drinks Mengpo soup. The happiness and anger of the merits and demerits of this life reverberate in their hearts, so some people drink it and cry, and some drink it laughingly, but they forget it after recalling it. All the unwillingness, all the joy and anger It's gone too."

The land master explained to Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng nodded, then looked at Po Meng again,

Granny Meng had an extra bowl in her hand, picked up the ladle, and filled a bowl of Po Meng soup from the boiling earthen jar,

said at the same time,

"The soup is colorless, but it has five flavors and five emotions. If you drink it first, it will be bitter, then it will be sweet, and if you drink it again, it will be sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, and all kinds of tastes are in it."

"When the soup enters the stomach, all kinds of tastes come to my heart. There are joys, angers, sorrows, and joys and sorrows."

"Birth is suffering, death is suffering, love is parted, and you can't ask for it..."

As Meng Po was talking, she handed the colorless bowl of Meng Po soup to Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng picked it up, looked at the land, then at Po Meng,
Then took a sip,
Immediately, the five emotions and five people are all in the mind, and the heart is churning,

Among them, the sweetness can not help but make people laugh, and the sourness can not help but make people cry.

His memories from childhood to adulthood are all in his mind, and here are the emotions that have long been forgotten,

At the earliest even when he fell to the ground and was born,
The curiosity and confusion about the world,

Then when he was a child, the first time he recognized fear, it was the fear that he was afraid of going to a slightly higher place and almost falling,
When I was a child, when I was playing the wooden top, but I couldn't get the whip in my hand every time, I was simply wronged,

There is also the cognition and fear of death when the parents die.

All kinds of memories, all kinds of emotions emerged in his heart,

I also vaguely heard Granny Meng next to me talking,

"A lover is more affectionate when drinking this soup, and a heartless person is even more ruthless when drinking this soup."

"Those who are confused can hardly get relief after drinking it, but those who are enlightened can understand after drinking it."

"When you drink a bowl of hot soup, you will feel all kinds of flavors in your heart."

"It's not easy to sigh when you're alive, and sigh when you're dying."

In the voice of Meng Po's eloquent words,

Zhang Cheng's churning memory gradually calmed down,
After waiting for a long time to come back to his senses, he raised his head and touched it,

Only then did I realize that I didn't know when, tears were already on my face.

"Thank you, Meng Po."

Granny Meng shook her head,

"Did you bring anything with you when you came here?"

Zhang Cheng was puzzled, then shook his head.

Po Meng nodded, and without asking any more questions, she picked up the ladle again, filled another bowl of Po Meng soup, and passed it to the people behind.

"Young man, let's go forward."

The land master said again.

Zhang Cheng nodded and walked forward with the land master.
I can't help but look back on the bridge of Naihe,

However, Po Meng in the Naihe Bridge is still giving soup, and the dead souls coming to the Naihe Bridge are few and far between, but there is an endless stream.

Zhang Cheng turned around again,

Then follow the land master to go forward,

At this time, I heard someone shouting,

"Please... help me..."

"Please help me, give me a hand."

Zhang Cheng turned his head to look for it, only to find that it was beyond the bridge, on the Wangchuan River under the Naihe Bridge,
A ferocious and painful human face emerged, shouting for help.

……

"Um……?"

"What about down there?"

"Damn...fuck..."

In the noodle shop, there were two bangs,
One was from Ye Linghan, and the other was from the boy leaning against the kitchen.

But the voices of both of them were low, and they didn't hear each other.

Ye Linghan looked at the end of this chapter,

His face was distorted,
This looks interesting,

The dog author's update is gone?
Look at the chapter comments at the end of this chapter,
Sure enough, there are a lot more comments than other places,

Ye Linhan clicked in and took a look, and found the resonance of the same emotion.

The comment with the highest likes is.

"Dog author, is it a human? Broke here?"

"I thought the author of the dog would not mention the fifth update when you put it on the shelf, but there will always be the third update. I didn't expect it to be the same... Woohoo, dog author, please add two more chapters, please add two more chapters, please. "

"Upstairs, why don't you be so humble and get tough! Send the blade to the dog author... Oh, there is no address... Dog author, please, add two more chapters."

Seeing that other people suffered as much as he did, Ye Linhan felt that he didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.

I'm even in the mood to like these comments.

……

the other side,
Inside a house in the New Capital District.

Men also tell this story to their daughters,

But the little girl always has some strange problems,

"Father...Meng Po's soup is still boiling, so it's just pouring it out for them to drink, won't it be very hot?"

"...No way, Po Meng is a god, and the souls of the dead are not human anymore, so I don't worry about getting burned."

"Father... Can Po Meng wash the soup bowls? Will it be dirty if you drink it for so many people?"

This question is completely stopped by men, and it is a good question.

"Grandma Meng is a god...the soul of the dead is no longer human, maybe there is not a bowl..."

"Oh... so, Dad, what does Meng Po soup taste like?"

Listen to this question,

The man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This question he will,

Because it is said in the novel,
"The Mengpo soup in the story has a very complex taste, that is, there are various flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty. Different people may taste differently. Just like life, there are joys, sorrows, joys, and joys and sorrows."

The man told his daughter this way.

The girl was very ignorant, she nodded ignorantly,
Then asked again,
"Father... Is the Mengpo soup delicious?"

I was afraid of the Mengpo soup in the story before,

Now the little girl was particularly concerned about the taste of Mengpo soup.

It may be that the description of the protagonist Zhang Cheng after drinking Mengpo soup in the book is too interesting.

(End of this chapter)