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Chapter 312 Miracle
Do you believe in miracles?

I believe that whether you think I am naive or not, I always firmly believe that dreams will always come into reality one day.

I've been trying to never give up, and that's the only thing I've done in my life.If the south wall hits my head, I will break through the wall.

The above is my inner monologue, and also Zhu Cheng’s inner monologue.

Zhao Li would report to Zhu Cheng about Xia Dongqing every once in a while.Today, he reported to Zhu Cheng about "Fuchuan" and "Zi Ling".

There is a female author whose pen name is Fuchuan. She wrote a novel. The male protagonist in the novel walked out of the book and met her on a zebra crossing at the intersection of the cross street.

Maybe every girl hopes to have such an unexpected encounter with a handsome boy, so even though the two of them didn't have much communication, Fukawa was still waiting to meet him that day.

Fukawa wants to ask 'do you need a girlfriend? ', but he didn't come that day.

From day to night.

He didn't show up for the next month, and Fukawa gave up, because she didn't have his contact information, and she didn't even know his name.

All things have spirits, and Ziling is one of them.If you have enough love for the character in the text, pour all your love into it, then that character will appear, but most of the time he appears in people's minds.

"Heavenly Maid Bloodline, where is Fuchuan now?" Zhu Cheng asked Zhao Li after hearing the report, his hands froze.

The reason why the man in the book can come into reality is because Fuchuan is the child of the heavenly girl and the human being.Although the probability is very low, there is a chance for the descendants of heaven and man to awaken the bloodline, and Fuchuan's bloodline ability is to 'manifest'.

The reason why he didn't show up that day was because Fukawa diverted her love for the character, or she fell in love with him in reality.

Although he still exists, he is like a ghost. He can see Fuchuan squatting at the intersection waiting for him. She will not respond when he yells, beckons or even hugs her.

She can't feel him.

After all, Fuchuan is only a descendant of Tiannv and not Tiannv, the awakened blood is not perfect, her love is only enough for one person, even if those two people are actually the same person.

"At this time, she should be writing a novel in a restaurant. She promised Miracle to finish writing the novel that belongs to them."

Miracle, the name of the hero of that book, is also the name of this book.

"it is good."

Zhu Cheng came to that restaurant.There were not many people in the store at this time. A waitress was sitting and swiping her mobile phone, and the cashier was playing with her mobile phone with her head down. They were completely unaware of Zhu Cheng's sudden appearance.

Fukawa was sitting by the window, wearing a pair of white earphones on his ears, and a bright red scarf around his neck, concentrating on creating.

"Snapped"

Zhu Cheng snapped his fingers, and the whole world fell silent, and everything was suspended at this moment, only the sound of Fukawa tapping the keyboard was left.

Zhu Cheng pushed the door open, took a bottle of drink from the refrigerator, and walked towards Fuchuan.

"Can I sit here?" Zhu Cheng walked over and pointed to the position opposite Fuchuan.

"Okay." Fuchuan took the computer and moved towards the window, unaware of all the suspended states around him.

"Are you a writer?" Zhu Cheng unscrewed the cap of the beverage bottle and put it on the table.

"Yes." Fuchuan replied flatly.

Like most Internet writers, she has been asked this question many, many times, but every time people hear the answer, people are just surprised, and then there is no more.

Even if you recommend your novel to them, they just politely say that they are free to read it, and then they have forgotten the name of your novel and your pen name in the next second.

After a long time, writers are a little tired of answering and recommending their novels to any acquaintances.

"Miracle, is the hero in your book called Miracle?" Zhu Cheng asked.

"Have you read my novel?" Fu Chuan stopped typing and looked up at Zhu Cheng.Meeting fans is a joy for a writer and worth stopping for.

"No." Zhu Cheng shook his head.

"Oh." Fuchuan lowered her head in a little disappointment and continued to create, but because of the interruption just now, her thoughts were disrupted, and she put her hand on the keyboard and didn't know which key to press.

"Do you believe in miracles?"

"I believe it, because I am creating a miracle." Fuchuan blurted out this sentence, looking a bit in the middle of nowhere, but when it came out of her mouth, it seemed so sincere.

"Let's make a deal." Zhu Cheng said.

"What?" Fuchuan didn't quite understand.

"I need to use your power to help me create a person. In exchange, I will let your miracle happen." After Zhu Cheng finished speaking, he took a sip of his drink, and he was waiting for Fuchuan's reply.

Fu Chuan was stunned for three seconds, and then said: "I suggest you go to the hospital." She took Zhu Cheng as a mental illness.

"Hehe..." Zhu Cheng smiled, he had met too many people who took him for a fool, but soon they would all realize their mistakes.

"It's been so long, haven't you noticed any changes around you?" Zhu Cheng asked.

"No... what's going on." After Fuchuan stayed there for a week, she couldn't say the phrase "No, it hasn't changed". She suddenly got up, and looked horrified at the restaurant and the forbidden things outside the window.

"Officer Zhao, you have seen it, and you should know what he does, and I happen to be his boss. Character spirits are also life, and all living spirits in this world are under my control, whether they live or die, I said Forget it." When Zhu Cheng said this, he was very flat, he didn't seem to think that this was such a domineering and invincible statement.In his opinion, this is a great irony. He is in charge of the life and death of everyone but cannot save the woman he loves.

The Jiepo Lantern can produce the soul of Chi You, but not necessarily the soul of Shanshan. Even if it can finally be produced, it will take thousands of years.

Thousands of years are very long, let alone several thousand years.

"You, can you really do it?" Fuchuan looked at Zhu Cheng excitedly.

Zhu Cheng nodded, then took out a small piece of rhino horn incense, lit it and put it on the bottle cap.

As the smoke curled upwards, the whole restaurant was filled with a strange smell, and a person appeared next to Fukawaza, a handsome man.

"Miracle!" Fuchuan hugged the man with tears in his eyes, the man smiled and hugged her, and patted her on the back lightly.

In fact, he was always there, but Fuchuan couldn't see him.Still the same sentence, her love has shifted, so Fuchuan's manifestation is not complete, at least invisible to the naked eye, even though he has been guarding Fuchuan's side all the time, and is her first reader.

"Who do you want me to create?" Fuchuan asked, wiping away tears from his face.

"My wife, Shanshan." After Zhu Cheng finished speaking, Shanshan appeared next to him. Shanshan was dressed in snow-white clothes, his face was flushed, and his head rested on Zhu Cheng's shoulder.

Zhu Cheng looked at Shanshan tenderly, and combed her hair, then said to Fuchuan: "Her soul is lost, I hope to create her soul through your words."

Fu Chuan pondered for a moment, because she saw sadness on Zhu Cheng's face, and the man and woman in front of her must have a touching story.

"I need to know your story." Fuchuan Zhengshi said.If the characters in his works want to have a spirit, the writer must know her story, and only in this way can the characters created be real enough.

"Our story..." Zhu Cheng fell into a long memory, and then he said: "It should start from 5000 years ago."

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