come kiss me

Chapter 177 Want to make a bet
Du Lianjiu's house was empty, and Samoyed took the initiative to give the slippers to the guests.

"Aunt Zhu, cook a few more dishes, there are guests."

The nanny quickly agreed.

Du Lianjiu rummaged through the study to find a stack of printed materials, and Ding Feisi took a closer look, and it turned out to be God Killer.

Killing God has not yet been published.

Mr. Du actually printed out all of them, Ding Feisi was a little ashamed, how could her book, He De, be read by Mr. Du so squarely.

Instead, Du Lianjiu apologized to her, "I'm presbyopic, and I can't see clearly on the screen. If I want to read, I can only type it out."

Ding Feisi hurriedly said, "If you don't use it for commercial use, you don't have copyright. You don't have to worry about it."

Elder Du sat upright and started talking to her,
"In fact, your writing skills are very sophisticated, and your narrative style is also very bold. If the full score is [-], this book can be rated as [-], but—"

Du Lianjiu paused for a moment, "Your book can actually be written to [-] points."

Ding Feisi sat upright: "Please advise."

Du Lianjiu said seriously: "Do you know Zhou Chen?"

Zhou Chen?

Ding Feisi was a little suspicious, but nodded: "I know."

Zhou Chen is only 26, but he can be shortlisted for the Mao Dun Literature Award, and he is also a historical writer, a senior she admires very much.

But why did Mr. Du mention Zhou Chen?

When Du Lianjiu mentioned these powerful young people, he couldn't help sighing: "He is best at manipulating time and space, writing things that happened at different times together, making readers think they happened at the same time."

"So, his books often end at the beginning, or at the end at the middle, telling the readers the ending clearly, but the readers don't know it, and they suddenly realize it at the end."

Ding Feisi accurately captured Du Lianjiu's meaning, and tentatively asked: "You mean, I can also use this kind of trickery?"

Du Lianjiu opened the stack of papers: "Look, the plot of the Lord God splitting the earth into the sea and drowning the souls can actually be put aside for a while, and then the previous plot where the Lord God tolerated all living beings after being bullied .”

Ding Feisi's mind tightened: "Then readers can misunderstand the time when the main god fell into the devil!"

Du Lianjiu nodded approvingly: "The main god in your writing is originally hazy. From the beginning to the end, no one knew what she was thinking. You have always described it from the perspective of a demon."

"In fact, the more unpredictable the main god is, the more unpredictable and the stronger the divinity is. If you use tricks, the readability and the possibility of repeated viewing will be stronger."

Du Lianjiu looked carefully at the printed manuscript of Killing God: "Writing together events that happened at different times and places, so that readers think that there is continuity in the development of events. This method, when you history writers joke about history, is actually It should be used frequently, similar causes can lead to very different results, and the dramatic effect will be more ironic."

Ding Feisi was enlightened.

The book Killing God does have a lot of room for manipulation, and it is very suitable for such manipulation.

Shunt narration is of course different from flashback and deceitful narration.

She sincerely thanked: "Thank you, Mr. Du, for your guidance!"

Du Lianjiu took off his glasses, and wiped them slowly: "Have you chosen your postgraduate supervisor?"

Ding Feisi was stunned, and was suddenly asked by Du Lianjiu whether she had chosen a postgraduate tutor. She had a bold idea in her heart and couldn't help but break out of the ground.

It's impossible for Mr. Du to ask for no reason, right?
She was inexplicably nervous and said, "Not yet."

"That's just right." Du Lianjiu looked at her gently, "Although I won't bring any students, if I apply with Huada, I can still take them."

He was calm and calm, and his low and hoarse voice was as calm as a pool of water, "When you are a graduate student, remember to vote for me."

Decades ago, he was still teaching at Huada University. Now, all the students he taught have begun to take care of their own students.

He has also become an honorary professor. Logically speaking, he should retire for the elderly, but this child is too talented and has no rules.

He would be very sorry if he didn't.

Ding Feisi was shocked.

Mr. Du wants to accept her as a student?
She was hit by the surprise that fell from the sky, she was so overjoyed that she was speechless.

Du Lianjiu thought she was hesitating, and out of concern, he asked, "Are there any concerns?"

Ding Feisi came to his senses and quickly said: "No worries, this junior is so happy, I don't even dare to think of being your student."

But she also had concerns, and she was so nervous that her palms sweated: "But I didn't study Chinese as an undergraduate... The juniors are afraid that the level will be too poor."

"This level." Du Lianjiu put away the god-killing manuscript, and said calmly, "At your age, it can be said to be one of the few, and I will not accept students casually."

Du Lianjiu gave a very pertinent judgment: "Your talent is comparable to that of your mother, and even your writing style is very similar."

Ding Feisi was surprised: "...do you know my mother?"

"Yang Lan is my student." Du Lianjiu regretted, "It's a pity that she dropped out of school, otherwise, in terms of your mother's sensitivity to words, she would have already gained a place in the literary world today."

Ding Feisi smiled bitterly: "But my mother has already left, and I will never hear your praise again."

When Du Lianjiu saw her mentioning her dead mother, her face was serious, so she wanted to explain her away, and said instead: "In the past, your mother bought this property because she wanted to come and ask me from time to time, but now it happens that she can't come, why don't you come?" Your mother studies hard."

He said with emotion: "It can be regarded as fulfilling her will."

Being able to become an old student of Du, and her mother's regret, the two things were mixed together, which only made her feel mixed.

Back home, she remembered what Old Man Du had said, and took out her mother's manuscript to read again.

She turned the pages carefully.

"I don't want to be a bird in your cage. Your cage is full of sick thorns, and there is a boundless sea of ​​evil under your feet. If I indulge in desire, blood will tear everything apart"

"I ask you not to look at me anymore, there is a longing in your eyes that will make me fall into the abyss"

It's true that what Elder Du said, my mother's writing style is similar to hers, but... what is my mother writing about?
Why is it intermittent, and the preface doesn't match the postscript?

Ding Feisi continued to scroll down, the handwriting became more and more scribbled, but he could barely penetrate the back of the paper, wondering if he wanted to use the words to retain something.

"I remember when I was 16 years old, watching the scenery on the Eiffel Tower in Paris, you said love to me, and I asked you what love is, and you only answered me with a kiss, but you didn't tell me, who was ignorant, that the love between us is not That's how it should be. 』

"I said that your desire to enter politics is vulgar, but you just hugged me tightly and told me that the Yang family should have someone who can stand up to the sky. 』

"My surname is Yang, is she the flirtatious Yang?"I hope that it is the Yang of Yangliu, the Yang of Qingqing Yangliu by the 24th Bridge River, I hope to keep you, but I also know that your surname is Yang, and your Yang is the Yang of Yangliu’an who left the field in the wind and moon.』

A guess welled up in Ding Feisi's mind, but she didn't dare to think about it because it was too absurd.

But her hands holding those manuscripts were trembling. She didn't know whether it was fear or fear, but she actually had a chill down her back.

What does mom mean?
Who are the "you" and "I" in these manuscripts referring to?

Is it related to my mother leaving the Yang family?

She continued to read in horror.

"I said I don't like your fiancée, but you just told me, don't be self-willed. When I think of the past, when I despise things that I don't like, you will kiss me and tell me that what Alan said is right"

"She was probably intimidated by our kissing scene, otherwise why would she be so anxious to break off the engagement? 』

"..."

Ding Feisi's hands were too stiff to hold the paper.

Is mom writing a diary, or a story?
Her temples were throbbing, and her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.

At this moment, the mobile phone rang suddenly, and Ding Feisi was taken aback.

It was Zhu Ye's call. The security of the community was tight, and she was asked to come and take him in.

Ding Feisi breathed a sigh of relief. After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly put away the manuscripts. Perhaps because he felt that the contents of these manuscripts were unusual, Ding Feisi hid them very well and stuffed them under the mattress before getting up. go out.

Zhu Ye stood leisurely at the door, with one hand in his pocket, and wearing a dark blue sweater. His skin became more and more abrupt, handsome and indifferent at the same time. Although he was young, he felt a sense of coercion. Don't dare to stare.

After telling the guard that Zhu Ye is her husband, the guard carefully wrote down the information and let them in.

Zhu Ye suddenly let out a low laugh, and Ding Feisi asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

He stretched out a hand to hold her, "When you said I was your husband, it reminded me of more than three months ago."

He deliberately turned back and told the guard that she was his wife.

Now, it really is.

I heard her tell the doorman naturally that he was her husband, and filled out the information for him.

After three months, he finally got his name right.

Ding Feisi was still thinking about her mother's unclear manuscripts, and her mind was confused.

I have a guess in my heart, but I hope it is not.

Zhu Ye stopped in his tracks and said lazily, "Sisi, why are you ignoring brother?"

The strings in Ding Feisi's mind collapsed, and the word "brother" seemed to be the leading clue in all her doubts.

She forced a smile and twitched the corners of her mouth: "Mr. Du also lives in this community. What a coincidence, and he also said that I can choose him as my tutor when I am in graduate school."

Zhu Ye was a little surprised, a faint smile rippled from his eyes, and the dark eyes seemed to have ripples in a lake.

"Sisi, you seem to be getting lucky."

Ding Feisi originally wanted to change the subject, but when Zhu Ye said this, she took it seriously: "The recent luck seems to be quite good."

As soon as Zhu Ye came, she just said a few words lightly, but she seemed to have found support, and she was no longer so flustered.

Ding Feisi took his arm: "I'll show you my mother. There are portraits of her when she was young in my mother's room."

"Okay." Zhu Ye's voice was contemptuous but with a smile, and the turmoil in her heart was easily calmed down.

Ding Feisi happily took Zhu Ye to see Yang Lan's photo.

"How is it? Isn't my mother pretty?"

"Is it prettier than me?"

The woman in the art photo is gentle and quiet, with a touch of melancholy between her brows, but her temperament is outstanding.

Beauty is better in feeling, but in appearance, Ding Feisi is even better.

Ding Feisi didn't have that frown-like eyebrows, instead they were innocence and agility, the eyebrows were curved to fit the arc of the eyes, harmonious and clean, without the beauty feeling of a faint burst of pain.

Standing in front of the art photo, Zhu Ye embraced Ding Feisi, without paying attention, he calmly coaxed her: "My mother has outstanding looks, that's why she gave birth to such a beautiful daughter as Ding Feisi."

Being praised by Zhu Ye for being beautiful, Ding Feisi can't help being proud.

Although Zhu Ye has praised it many times, he is still very happy every time he listens to it.

No girl doesn't like to be praised for her beauty.

Ding Feisi and Zhu Ye chose a slightly larger room as the master bedroom, but after thinking about it, Ding Feisi made another room.

She said confidently: "Zhu Ye, if I quarrel with you, you will sleep in this room."

In the corridor, he saw the oil painting hanging on the road, and responded casually: "Arguing, it doesn't prevent me from sleeping in the same bed with you."

The girl's voice murmured and refuted a few more words, and then fell silent.

In front of Zhu Ye, there were only two of Monet's water lilies, and if the one that Ding Feisi took back from the auction was included, there were three.

The flower language of water lilies is innocence, but Monet's water lilies are only lonely and desolate, which is exactly the same as the melancholy in Yang Lan's eyebrows.

Zhu Ye entered the room, but Ding Feisi was sitting in her mother's room in a daze.

When he saw the table where the manuscript was placed again, Ding Feisi seemed to see a young woman who looked exactly like her, sitting at the desk and writing, and behind her was a tall man leaning over to hug her, the young woman and him Ears and temples grinding together, whispering something.

What will it be?
brother.

That's right, it's probably my brother...

There is something abnormal about these manuscripts.

Thinking of this, Ding Feisi suddenly called softly: "Brother."

Zhu Ye suddenly agreed, leaning against the door to look at her, it seemed a little funny, "Suddenly willing to call me brother, is there a trick?"

Ding Feisi didn't expect Zhu Ye to be at the door, so he could only flicker past: "Why do you have so many eyes, you bastard."

It doesn't matter what you call brother, it's normal to call someone you like brother brother.

Ding Feisi's heart stopped, yes, it's normal to call someone you like elder brother.

Zhu Ye said slowly: "Qin Jing said, don't worry about Ruan Rou staying in the hotel by herself, and wants to take her home, but she doesn't know how to say it."

"He asked me to ask you, how can you get a girl to agree to go home with him?"

Ding Feisi was astonished, Qin Jing was not like this kind of person.

Looking at her expression, Zhu Ye knew that she was thinking wrong, and he laughed slowly: "What are you thinking, his girlfriend has a leg injury, and it is difficult to move. Qin Jing is afraid that his girlfriend will get hurt again."

Ding Fei thought about You Tan, Aunt You had such strict tutoring, no matter how handicapped Wen Rou was, she wouldn't rashly go to live with a boy, would she?

She said slowly: "I don't think it's possible, unless Wen Rou is really injured a second time, to the point where she needs someone to take care of her."

Ding Feisi has a good impression of this young lady whom he has only met a few times, and he also approves of her character.

Zhu Ye just lowered his eyes and chuckled: "Sisi, you never know how many ways a man can deceive a girl."

"Would you like to make a bet?"

(End of this chapter)