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Chapter 146
"The author is great, why did the novel lose contact?"

"Yeah, it was 404 early in the morning, and it was fine last night."

"It's hard to update two chapters, why are they gone?"

"Isn't it because of some taboo that I was wiped out by all the river crabs?"

"Upstairs, 666, the author is too difficult now, I feel distressed for a second."

At six o'clock in the afternoon, I hung up the phone, Fang Jing's saliva was dry, his throat was almost smoking, and his mobile phone hadn't stopped since morning.

Qingcheng, Wudang, Shaolin, Huashan, Hengshan, Taishan, he apologized one by one. Fortunately, he didn't write Yitian Tulongji, otherwise he would have to go to dozens of sects by himself. .

After seeing the news in the book club, he quickly made an announcement.

"Everyone! This book is completely fictitious. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. You should not go to Shaolin to buy Yijin Jing, and you will go to Huashan to think about the cliff. Aren't you afraid that the sky plank road is so high? Don't cause trouble for the staff .”

"I'm currently apologizing to several major sects. If I don't get forgiveness, this book may be sealed for a lifetime. I will take a rest for a few days. I will notify you when it will be updated again."

"Old iron 666! It's the first time I've seen writing a novel being recruited by the master when I grow up so old."

"I just want to know who is the person who went to Shaolin Temple to buy Yi Jin Jing? How can there be such a stupid person... May I ask if you bought it?"

"I played in Huashan once a year ago, and I didn't think about the cliff, so everyone should stop joining in the fun."

"The residents at the foot of Songshan Mountain for more than ten years said that there is no Yi Jin Jing, and there is no Zuo Lengchan on the mountain. There are many martial arts schools, and Wang Baoqiang came from here..."

On the fourth day of May [-]st, all kinds of tongues were abolished, and Xiaoao Jianghu was finally released. The first thing Fang Jing did was to write a [-]-word single chapter at the front.

"The general meaning shows that the novel is fiction and has nothing to do with real life. Don't take it for granted. In addition, he himself admires traditional Chinese culture and scenic spots. He appeals to readers who have time to read it."

Although Xiaoao Jianghu lost contact for a few days, after such a quarrel, not only did his popularity not decrease, but it became very popular. Everyone wanted to see who was the one who could be approached by Qingcheng, Shaolin Temple, and Wudang.

In the past few days, Fang Jing has written tens of thousands of code words. This is the first time he has saved so many manuscripts. Instead of sending them all out, he set up two chapters a day to be published regularly by the system.

……

"Fang Hui, I'm leaving, don't you have anything to say to me? Are you happy to see you like this?"

At the door of the house, looking at the ecstatic Fang Hui, Fang Jing felt that he shouldn't have come back, the food he cooked these days was in vain.

Fang Hui's smiling face was like a flower, Fang Jing finally left, and the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground. It's really hard to live with multiple parents on her head. She has to take care of everything, and she doesn't like everything. She tells her the truth every day.

"Brother, goodbye, brother, go slowly."

"Bang!" The door closed.

Fang Jing wanted to say something, when he vaguely heard the sound of a phone call.

"Xiaoyin, my brother is gone, when will you come over to play? It's not that I won't let you come, my brother is too fierce, I'll beat him when he gets angry."

"What? You just want to see my brother? Hey! That's too much! I treat you as my best friend, but you want to be my sister-in-law."

"My brother is not interested in you little brats. You should give up. He likes the older ones."

……

"I'm exhausted"

"There are bitter tears in my eyes"

"The wind of my hometown and the cloud of my hometown"

"Erasure the scars for me"

At the Modu Airport, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life and gray hair was humming this old song softly with a large travel bag on his back. Fang Jing passed by him and was inexplicably sad when he heard the singing.

After leaving the airport, the driver, Lao Wang, had been waiting for a long time. Looking back at the crowded lobby, Fang Jing stepped into the nanny car.

"I used to be so proud!"

"I came back with an empty bag."

……

"How does it feel to be filming a scene for such a long time for the first time?"

"It's very tiring and hard work."

"How hard is it? Can you tell me and listen?"

"Twice the effort with half the effort. I'm not good at acting. Others can prepare a scene for an hour. I need four or five hours. It's too tiring after a month."

"Is there anything else that makes you happy?"

"Yes, make money. I won't be tired when I get millions of dollars in salary. All the grievances and dissatisfaction disappear. I feel that I can still fight for ten years."

"I'm also very happy to be recognized by others, especially in terms of acting."

"Oh! Why? Aren't you better at music?"

"Different."

"What's the difference."

"Because..." Fang Jing was startled suddenly, opened his eyes, and found himself in the living room, lying on a massage chair, with Yang Ning and a woman named Fu Xin in front of him.

Shaking his head and answering softly: "Because music is my strength in the field, there is no sense of challenge."

He remembered that it was May [-]th, and Yang Ning brought him a psychologist for treatment. Just now he seemed to fall asleep while chatting.

Fu Xin put away the notes she had made, and said calmly: "It's not a big deal. Many people have the same situation as you. There are just too many backlogs in their hearts. Usually, pay attention to releasing them. It's best to find a hobby, such as playing basketball. Playing football, swimming and stuff."

"Thank you doctor, I see." Fang Jing wiped the sweat off his brow, raised his hand to look at his watch and only 3 minutes had passed.

"Since you are optimistic, it's time for me." Yang Ning said suddenly, "Fang Jing, wait for me outside first. Recently, I also suffer from back pain, dizziness and insomnia. I just asked Dr. Fu to give me a massage."

"Oh!"

Seeing Fang Jing go out, Yang Ning turned her head and said, "What's the matter with him?"

Fu Xin shook her head, "It's just that there are too many things on his mind, and he is very vigilant and willpower. I don't know what the secret is. When I mentioned music just now, he immediately woke up."

"I've only seen this kind of situation in middle-aged people in their 40s and [-]s. I don't know why this child has so many worries at such a young age."

Yang Ning immediately thought that it was Fang Jing who had disappeared for no reason. Every time the salary disappeared, he didn't know where he used it, so he didn't ask.

Half an hour later, the two came out of the private medical room and did not leave immediately. Yang Ning took Fang Jing to wander around the community.

"Sister Ning, can you help me contact some acting teachers, preferably those who have acted before."

"Why, you want to learn acting?"

"En!" Fang Jing nodded heavily, "It's not an option to hang out on the set every day. There must be a lot of scenes in the future, and the stereotyped exaggerated expressions will be scolded by the audience."

"Acting skills can be learned faster with a professional teacher leading the way."

"Yes." Yang Ning sighed, "Since you want to learn, I'll give you a chance. I'll arrange it after this week."

"As your manager, I still want to remind you, don't worry about what you have to do. Remember, you are a singer, and acting is a side job."

(End of this chapter)