I'm the villain's mother

Chapter 109 Remnants
Song Zhujun was still talking, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

But Mu Wanwan heard it clearly.

She said: "A Bao, you are the one who should let go of your heart."

"I'm really tired," she added.

Mu Wanwan looked at the empty night sky, perhaps because the lights in Fangfeng City were too bright, Mu Wanwan couldn't see a single star.

When she lowered her head again, Song Zhujun had already closed her eyes.

She looked at Feng Yuan with complicated eyes.

Feng Yuan raised the teacup to signal her.

Mu Wanwan didn't say anything, just lowered her head and smiled wryly.

The memories of the past become more and more blurred as we go forward.

She couldn't even remember how to set up the character of the protagonist of "Wind Language Jue" at that time.But she still firmly remembered that face covered with black marks and blood.

It was Song Ming, and it was where she decided to start. It was a connection of countless nights of nightmares. She was woken up day and night because of this face, so when she started writing, she put him at the forefront.

That's right.

Song Ming was the first to appear in "Wind Language Jue".

She wrote the book for seven years, and only "Wind Language Jue" made a little splash.And all this is just because her readers said that in the book, it seems that they really saw that world.

On this issue, she has a lot to say.

Probably since she was 20 years old, she would dream every night, and the beginning of the dream was always a scary face, followed by a boy in black.She closed her eyes in fear, and when she opened them again, there were bloodstains on the boy's face that had not been cleaned up, and a small bright red mole on his eyelid.

The little mole turned bright red in front of her, and then pulled her into a dream that seemed real.She cried in the dream, laughed in the dream, and saw the boy step by step become a villain who did all kinds of crimes in the dream. When she opened her eyes again, she could only touch her soaked pillow and hold her painful heart.

So she began to plan to turn everything in her dream into a novel in her pen.

But the content of the dream was complicated, she went through it over and over again, and started from the beginning again and again, before she could figure out some logic.

She wrote those on paper, but found that she couldn't write anyhow.

There seemed to be a force in the dark that was hindering her from writing, but in the end she finally wrote.

After sending it out, the effect was pretty good, and she was a little happy.But more and more problems followed. She tried her best to write her memory fragments logically and smoothly, but it didn't go smoothly.

Until, she found a burnt waste manuscript in her old things box.

The background of the story and the setting of the characters are very similar, even except that the writing style is slightly immature, it can be said that it coincides with everything that comes out of her now.

So she completed "Wind Language Jue" with her own dream and the incomplete copy that was burned.

It's just that the process was too long, until she changed from a college student with hope of life into a tired social animal who just wanted to die.

For seven full years, what might have been a beautiful story turned into a tragic script in which almost all the members died.

It also created various tragedies of the characters in the book.

For example, Mr. Song Zhu, with guilt for Song Ming, walked with Song Ming's ambition.

Another example is Xiao Fengyuan, who obviously should take the script of the proud son of heaven in his hand, step on all the sufferings under his feet, and finally become a bright young man like Xiao Fengyu.

Just like Xiao Fengyu, he was supposed to be under the wings of his master and senior brother, with smooth sailing and no worries for the rest of his life.

There are so many people and so many people.

When the night wind blew again, Mu Wanwan felt her cheeks cool slightly, and Song Zhujun in her arms did not sleep very peacefully.

Feng Yuan paced behind Mu Wanwan.

"Why are you crying?" Mu Wanwan reached out to take the handkerchief that Feng Yuan handed over.

After thinking for a while, he said, "I was thinking, what would it be like if there were no villains or monsters here, and everyone just lived an ordinary and happy life."

Feng Yuan didn't speak, when Mu Wanwan looked at him, he also faintly saw a trace of yearning in his eyes, Mu Wanwan didn't dare to think deeply about the deep meaning hidden behind this yearning, and hurriedly lowered her head.

Feng Yuan said slowly at this time: "It should be very beautiful!" After a pause, he added: "This place is originally very beautiful, isn't it?"

Mu Wanwan smiled and nodded, "Except that there are no stars tonight, everything is fine."

However, Feng Yuan stretched out his hand and pointed: "If there is a mirror between the sky and the earth, then why is the Nightless Fangfeng City below it not considered the Baiyujing in the sky?"

As soon as he finished speaking, music sounded from somewhere, melodious and melodious, it really had the meaning of a fairy palace in the sky.

"If you didn't carry anything on your body, you should be much happier."

When Feng Yuan looked down at Mu Wanwan, she had already closed her eyes.

Jiang Yingsi changed the direction and lay on his stomach at this moment, looking at Fengyuan.

In Feng Yuan's eyes there is the incomprehensible tenderness of the spring breeze, and there is a smile that warms the spring breeze at the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly began to doubt whether his persistence all along was really right.

Feng Yuan suddenly raised his eyes at this moment, and saw Jiang Yingcai looking at him with a complicated expression: "What? You can't sleep either? Do you want me to give you a sleeping formula?"

Jiang Yingsi pursed her lips, gave Feng Yuan a blank look, and then turned back.

Feng Yuan took off his outer shirt and covered Mu Wanwan.

Jiang Yingcai saw it as soon as she turned her head, thought for a while, and walked over.He took off his outer shirt and covered it with Song Zhujun.

Feng Yuan sneered, and silently walked to the edge of the terrace.

Jiang Yingsi followed closely behind, Feng Yuan turned to look at him.

"Junior Brother Jiang, it's already this time, so you don't have to follow me."

Jiang Yingsi looked at him, and suddenly said, "Feng Yuan, are you a good person or a bad person?"

Feng Yuan laughed out loud: "A shrewd person like Fourth Martial Uncle unexpectedly raised a stupid apprentice. What do you think?"

Seeing Feng Yuan throw the question back to him, Jiang Yingsi leaned on the railing.

"I don't know. When I was young, the whole village basically died because of the disaster in my hometown. Only I survived by relying on the food that the villagers squeezed out of my mouth. It was my luck to meet Master. But I am different from you. Brother Xiao is a member of an aristocratic family, Senior Sister Meng has a beautiful family, and although I don’t know the details of Junior Sister Huaiyu, she doesn’t look like a person living a hard life. Even the newcomer Junior Brother Su is the richest man in the world My son. I was ashamed to speak of my poor knowledge. In addition, after entering the Taiyan Palace, I only knew how to practice swords, which basically isolated me from the outside world. I don’t know how to tell whether a person is a good person or a bad person. All I know is what Master and Uncle want me to know, and what I want me to implement. But after leaving Taiyan Palace, everyone told me not to be prejudiced against you, let me look at you with my heart. I can't see it, So I just had to ask."

Feng Yuan sighed.

"Junior brother Jiang, look at yourself first. How can one of the best sword cultivators in the younger generation be so self-deprecating." After a pause, he continued: "If you really don't know how to feel the good and bad of others with your heart, then don't feel it." Whether others are good or bad, whether they are good or bad, follow your heart. Even if you still treat me like before, it doesn't matter."

That night, Feng Yuan and Jiang Yingsi stood on the terrace of Taotie Residence, blowing the cold wind all night.

(End of this chapter)