The Protagonist Makes You Retreat About Thirty Miles

After Ye Mingjun admitted that he had n’t been utterly embarrassed, Ji Mo had never doubted this, because the fairy did n’t seem to have any obvious anger, even if he was treated rudely, he was not half angry. people.

However, if you think about it carefully, even the set people can change with the environment, not to mention the naturally generated Yemingjun.

No, he knows that the immortal people were afraid that Ye Mingjun would arrange "Junlin Dahuang" to cut him off because of his emotional injury. This is precisely because they think Ye Mingjun can be emotional, and can even be said to be easily moved.

Ji Mo actually understood that the reason why Ye Mingjun ruthlessly warned himself to stay away from the fairy was just a lack of self-confidence. He didn't understand love at all, he didn't have the self-confidence to make the fairy impressed him, and he was more afraid that he couldn't keep calm. Once he fell into a relationship, he would start to be unreasonable and sensitive and suspicious. As the fairy said, what he lacks most now is confidence and courage.

The most courageous moment in Ji Mo's life was the day when he first decided to become a professional writer. He carefully counted the number of contracted authors and the proportion of works data to support himself, and finally came to the conclusion that one out of ten.

This is a profession that has no guarantee and no stability. Even if the fire is over for a while, it will quickly stun everyone once the aura is exhausted. Either become a **** for half a life, or write a routine with peace of mind to win by quantity, or you ca n’t do both, and you will spend your time in vain, and you will have no work history when you are old.

"You have to understand that this is a profession that is not as good as a grass-roots office worker even if you do not get mixed, even after several years of work."

Ji Mo still remembers the warning that Shen Hei made when he first heard his goal, but at that time, the young man only understood one thing-the writer needs time to accumulate, he must plan for the future from now on, only In this way, he has the leeway to fail, he can adjust himself according to the actual situation, and he is more likely to succeed.

All calm planning is for that irrational dream. This is the original Ji Mo. Although he shamefully gave himself such a shady pen name just because he felt it was fun, his brain was full of unreasonable expectations and fantasies. In order to achieve a goal that the people around him thought were unrealistic, he eventually forced himself to go down step by step.

"because I like it!"

Silently thinking about his expression when he typed this line back to the dark, Ji Mo smiled silently. It was really the most unfounded reason in the world, and the most irresistible reason.

Now, does he like Ye Mingjun?

Like it, that kind of warmth and brightness always cherishes his fairy, and I liked it from the beginning.

Yes, like it, the probability of success is not zero. For a person named Ji Mo, as long as this is enough, it is enough to spend a lifetime to pursue.

Alcohol paralyzed his attempts to protect his intellect, and made him forget the warning of pain for a while, setting aside all reality and speculation about the future. This was the first time Ji Mo faced his heart. He was impulsive or lost his gaze after being drunk. He knew that he must take advantage of his madness now, otherwise he would not have the courage to take the initiative to grasp the hope when the heat inside him dissipated.

"Mr. Song, what should I do to make Ye Mingjun understand what you said?"

Gently ask the bold words out. Although Ji Mo is asking, he has no hesitation in his heart. Regardless of whether he is holding a red thread or a dog walking rope, since it is in his hand, Ye Mingjun at the other end of the thread must pack and take it home. This bead has been tempting him to seduce him, and finally got his true temperament suppressed for a long time. If so, don't want to run again.

Ye Mingjun, this time, I put all the courage left in this life on you, I hope you do n’t make me lose too bad ... No, please be sure to accompany me to win the final.

This is the confidence that I have been discouraged after failure, just for you.

Unexpectedly, Ji Mo, who was still confused about his relationship, would suddenly come up with this sentence. Song Qiao looked at him in surprise, only to find that this person was actually serious. I still refused to come out of the cabinet before and after, but when I was tearing my sleeves, I was happier than anyone else. He didn't hear a sound and he broke off his sleeves cleanly, which was really strange.

"I've seen many people who think of writers as dreams, but they have made detailed plans from the beginning of their freshman years, and they have persisted for three years without interruption. This is the first one. A person with a clear mind and self-control, It ’s not bad to do anything. "

Once again thinking of the dark evaluation of Ji Mo during the party, Song Qiao suddenly understood the emotions and sighs of the old friends at that time. This is a teenager who has compromised with reality and they have completely lost their enthusiasm. I fell so badly, I secretly hoped that someone who I did n’t accomplish could stick to it and tell them that it was not impossible.

Probably, this is the final revelry of idealists?

Suddenly, such a thought came up. Song Qiao did n’t know what it would look like to fall in love with him, but he knew that such a person as Ji Mo was like a man who did n’t need advice from reality, so only He smiled and responded: "I haven't done it yet. How do you know that you are the guy, and feel for yourself."

Seeing that this man played a wave of assists at the critical moment but chose to drop the line, Ji Mo's mouth twitched in an instant, "Trouble now, try it, thank you."

Hearing the dissatisfaction of his words, Song Qiao did not refute, only jokingly said: "No, no, my current designation is a single old father, except for his son."

"Then eat, I'll go."

However, once Ji Mo escaped from the restriction of reason, the outgoing power of ordinary people was simply inestimable. He was so bored with the wine in his hand that he got up and went straight to his room.

Today, he must talk about this relationship. Song Qiao, an old fritter, dare not intervene in other people's feelings to provide a guide. He went to open up the wasteland himself! He would n’t believe in less than a Yemingjun!

Brother, can you drink too much, is this momentum ready to be eaten or eaten by others ...

Dazzlingly watching the morning star priest who was not close to the original person killed like this, Song Qiao poured the empty jug, and silently imagined what a typhoon would be when the man woke up tomorrow, and suddenly began. Consider whether you should find a place to hide first, so that a morning star priest cannot kill someone because of shame.

Cang Tian Ke Jian, this man became so drunk by himself, but he did nothing but emotional counseling.

Shaking his head helplessly, Song Qiao knew that what he should do now is not gossip, but only caught the priest passing by in the corridor, so he smiled and said: "This little brother, the pigeons on the room beam are pretty good, trouble Grab it and let me see. "

The identity given to Song Qiao by the high priest was also a guest of the temple, and the priests would naturally not refuse to him, and soon a white pigeon was tied into his hands.

Gently stroking the bird's nervous body because of the arrest, Song Qiao narrowed his eyes. As he expected, Su Ge was so curious about God and he must have sent pigeons to observe in secret.

There are three ways for Suge to use pigeons. The first is to attach himself to the investigation and to send messages. The second is to share vision with all the pigeons at the same time. However, both of them require him to separate some of his active control. The most commonly used is Pigeons are all over the place, let them remember all the sights they see, and take time to read the memories one by one.

At this time, Su Ge was talking with Ye Mingjun. There should be no free time to distract and observe them by himself. For the sake of caution, Song Qiao still asked tentatively, "High priest?"

Seeing the pigeons in his hands still pecking on the ropes that tied his claws, it seemed that he didn't know what the human being was saying, so Song Qiao was relieved. Sure enough, Sug was not yet alert to him to the point where he needed to be investigated personally, just ordinary pigeons. It's easy to handle.

Stretching his hands and scratching the fluff on the neck of the white pigeon, he moved the wine glass closer to the pigeon and forced it to peck a few bites. This put the unstable white pigeon on the table lightly, proudly: "I know you best The person is still a father, right? "

Even after so many years in the past, Su Ge ’s setting Song Qiao is still familiar with the heart and can easily deduce the actions of the other party, so when he thinks of Su Ge ’s envious look when he looked at Ji Mo and Ye Mingjun, he thought After all, it's not easy.

The brains of birds are not well developed. Even if the pigeons raised by Suger are monsters, alcohol is enough to make it forget all the information today. I was sure that it was half a dream, and Song Qiao was stroking the white pigeon in a lonely way, as if this is Su Ge, who he dare not face now. "At first, I didn't arrange a hostess for you for my own moment, but now I regret it a bit. If you are given the ability to love, you will not be so alone. "

In the years after changing jobs, Song Qiao finally lived a life recognized by his family and respected by the people around him, just as others have evaluated him-you are a genius, and you can succeed if you want to do it. However, he has never had a dream in these years.

Song Qiao's family is very good, and he has had a smooth life since he was a child. Growing up in praise, he has always maintained his own arrogance.

Therefore, when the editor told him to prepare a few ambiguous female characters for Su Ge, learn how to set up the best villain with the dark school, and threatened not to do so, there will be no good list in the future. , He did not hesitate to choose to know about leaving. The idea at the time was actually very naive. Where can I not find a good job with his doctorate from a prestigious school? Why should I be wronged to do such a favor to others?

His father almost happily paid the liquidated damages for him. Seeing that the family and friends around him were all a happy expression of the rebellious child and finally the prodigal son turned back, Song Qiao refused his heart and returned to the real society with peace of mind.

In fact, now think about it, the difficulty of peace at the time is nothing like the trouble at work. This is not a world where you can be arrogant and a bit young, and he has no genius to the point of being compromised by the website. Fact Only half a year ago, few readers still remember Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing.

Everyone thought that he was the protagonist of the furious face-slashing villain in the novel. Unfortunately, in the end, he was often slapped hard by reality. It tells you, wake up, there will be no change in the world without you, you are just an ordinary player in the earth oL.

After learning to grievances and smooth things in society, Song Qiao had a good life, but even if he told himself again and again that this was the best choice, when the dream Su Ge said softly to him, "I God, I just want to know, why do n’t you want me anymore? ", He was stiff with hands and feet and was brought into this world without any struggle.

"Don't dare to recognize ..."

Sighing loosely untied the ropes that bound the pigeons, and smoothed out the feathers messed up by the struggle for him, Song Qiao still didn't know how to answer this question, he sipped the rest of the wine, and didn't look drunk again The pigeon only said lightly, "Don't envy Ye Junhou, this time, Dad doesn't need any reputation for clearing, but I will give you everything you want."

Now he is not for the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties who can turn away when he is angry. He has adapted to the social rules and has become a senior player among them. Those things that cannot be given to Su Ge because of his arrogance are now one by one make up. For this purpose, there is still a lot of information to be compiled, and he has no time to drink.

When being a father, you should always be erudite in front of your son, right?

As Song Qiao left, the priests also picked up leftovers as usual, but, to their surprise, the white dove that had been asleep suddenly stood up intact, thinking about the leaving person thoughtfully. He turned his head back, disregarding the amazed gaze of the aristocrat, and only picked up the wine glass used by Song Qiao and flew lightly out of the window.

The author has something to say: Ji Mo (distressed): Regular updating is the professional ethics of the writer.

Author: But Immoral pleasure irresistible ah!

Ji Mo (pulling scrolls): Do you know what will happen if you back to virtue in the temple?

Author (second counsel): More, of course, the codeword makes me happy!

Onlookers who do not know the truth——

Su Ge: Gu Gu.

Ye Mingjun: Ing time for drawing cards

System: Congratulations to the player Ye Mingjun who has drawn the Sr card and wants to soak your Jimo.

Ye Mingjun: Single out of miracles? ? ?