The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 555
Fu Wan originally didn't want to read the comments, but...

This damn curiosity.

She boarded the number and saw a very familiar ID.Well, a regular reader of hers, but she said...

Fu Wan didn't know how to answer, so he compared love.Then I continued to write the manuscript. Although this article, which happened to be on the hot topic of new media, attracted a lot of complaints, most of them were people who liked this book.

All of a sudden, Shi Miao was about to return to the popularity of her most popular years.

But when the book reached about 50 words, Fu Wan began to empathize with all the characters in the book. She couldn't help but let the protagonist blindly gain privileges and stand on the moral high ground as she did at the beginning.

Wen Beng got up as quickly as a snow mountain collapsed, completely overturned in the blink of an eye.

The readers who came here for the sweetness were dissatisfied, and Shi Miao Heizi, who had eaten melons before, took the opportunity to move.All of a sudden, Shi Miao's previous account's Weibo account fell directly, scolding Shi Miao with tens of thousands of comments.

Writing a book is really an industry that requires extremely high psychological quality.

Fu Wan has adjusted Shi Miao's mentality bit by bit. To put it bluntly, Fu Wan's experience in every world before was actually more difficult than Shi Miao's current experience.But at that time, A Jing was always with her behind her.

She has never been a strong person, but after so many tasks, she seems to have gradually become stronger.

[Shi Miao: Sorry, I will try my best to get back to the previous state. 】

When this Weibo was posted, she received another [-] comments.

This time, Fu Wan completely cut off the internet. Even the publication of the novel was only given to the readers he was most familiar with, and he resolutely refused to pay any attention to the evaluation of the novel.Although the book collapsed later, it was not unfinished in the end.

After finishing writing this book, Fu Wan didn't need money for the time being, so he didn't start writing immediately.

She plans to go out to relax and think about what kind of life Shi Miao wants to live.

As soon as she said she would leave, this autumn, she took her suitcase and traveled around.

Yuncheng has a beautiful scenery, and it is a place that many literary and artistic youths like to go to.Fu Wan stayed in an inn here. It was a very small and refreshing homestay. He cooked by himself every day and read books on the balcony.

More often, it is blowing along the country road.

There are patches of pebbles on the river beach, many farmers are walking on the ridge not far away, and several residents are fishing by the river.Shi Miao was sitting on the grass by the river, holding a copy of "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" in his hand, squinting slightly to read the book.

In the distance, a man in a white shirt was sitting on the grass blowing the xun.

The voice blew along with the wind, and there was a bit of desolation hidden in the melodiousness.

Fu Wan slightly bent his knees, brushed his long hair blown up by the wind, and looked sideways.If the other party felt something, he looked towards Fu Wan, and his eyes met, as if something had exploded suddenly.

She can almost confirm that the person opposite is the person she is looking for.

Just when Fu Wan was hesitating whether to go over and take a look, the man suddenly stood up and walked towards her.

Behind him are the cascading green hills smudged by clouds and mist, the wind blows through the rustling thatch, the stream is clear and cheerful, and the black pebbles are layered on top of each other.The man's white shirt was slightly puffed up by the wind, making him even more elegant and elegant, like a landscape painting.

It's really eye-catching.

"Hello, can I make a friend?" The man's tone was very gentle, but his voice was cold, with a calm and cool taste.

"Okay." Fu Wan remained calm.

The other party sat down beside Fu Wan, slightly turning the Tao Xun in his hand.Then, his eyes fell on "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" in Fu Wan's hand, he paused for a moment, and said, "It's not a translated version."

Only then did Fu Wan pick up the book and smiled, "The translated one is like someone chewed it, it's tasteless and disgusting."

When the man lowered his head, he subconsciously pushed his gold-rimmed glasses.

Fu Wan looked at the mountains in the distance, "What's your name?"

"Tan Chengzhi."

Fu Wan thought it sounded familiar, but he just said, "Shi Miao."

The other party was silent for a while before saying: "Shi Miao? The author of "The World Is Long?"

Fu Wan was taken aback for a moment, "A Long Time in the World" is Shi Miao's second book, which is different from the first book with its green writing and shallow knowledge.When writing the second book, she referred to a lot of books related to ancient literati and scientific research. Taking Chen Ziang as the prototype, she wrote a heroine who is both chivalrous and literati. The heroine has been serving the country all her life. He ran with the people, but eventually died of the rumors of the people and the suspicion of the monarch and his ministers.

It can be said that it is a very tragic tragedy.

She propped her chin and stared at him for a while, but didn't answer the question directly, "Take advantage of it?"

The other party smiled slightly, "Yes."

Cheng Zhi is her old fan, but she can't remember how many years, anyway, it has been many years.

But it's not the kind of fanatic, who would come to read her books from time to time, and occasionally drop a tip.The one I saw him appearing more often was Fu Ban's first book after he opened his new vest.

Although Fu Wan was influenced by Shi Miao, he was still different after all.

Although the protagonist in Shi Miao's works can distinguish between good and evil, he is always bullied for being too gentlemanly.But in Fu Wan's writing, even though the villains were not completely killed, they were still dealt with.

"I remember you, you liked my last book very much and often left comments." Fu Wan curled the corners of his lips, "I never thought that you would be a male reader."

The gentle and refined man on the opposite side also smiled.

"I never thought that after you changed your pen name, your style would change so much."

Fu Wan's face changed slightly when he thought of his new book.

The person who looks like his own man at first glance, probably read the article "Ten Treasures of One Birth: The President's Daddy Pampers His Little Wife".

This is tantamount to throwing her face into the toilet to soak for 81 days, and then fish it out and let it hang out in the street.Although there is no high or low in literary creation, the title of this book is really shameful, it just makes people feel...

Why is it not a serious book!
Tan Chengzhi looked at the girl in front of him, her smile froze on her face, and then gradually, her face became paler and paler, and finally, it turned red from the tips of her ears all the way to her cheeks.

Fu Wan took several deep breaths before saying reluctantly, "Isn't this about to starve to death?"

"I'm done." The other party's tone was already very gentle.

On the contrary, Fu Wan's complexion became better. Although her name and stalk were ashamed to write, she didn't test back and forth on the yellow line.This is the first time that Fu Wan feels gratified and satisfied for his own Qingshui after so many years of writing books.

The other party held the Tao Xun in his hand, "However, if you don't like it, don't force yourself."

Fu Wan wanted to say that he was about to starve to death, and he would not force anyone to die, so he said to Convenience first, "I am a book maker, and I was thinking that the market is sinking blindly, which seems to be opening up the market to cater to consumers. In fact, it is killing more spiritual authors step by step."

"You are very spiritual." The other party looked at Fu Wan with a gentle and light tone, "Come to my company to write articles, how about it?"

(End of this chapter)