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Chapter 167 Reasoning Side Dishes
Maybe they heard the boss's voice, or maybe they wanted to go home and download Lin Feng's new song immediately, and they got stuck in the audio-visual store, and the crowd dispersed.

People who were walking and chatting on the street at a leisurely pace before couldn't help speeding up their pace, not running, because there were a lot of people on the street, but the trend of speeding up was still obvious.

Back home, Cao Cheng went to get rid of the trifles brought out, while Xiao Hui pushed the wheelchair to the computer.

Pressing the power button again on the computer that had just stopped, watching the slow start, Xiaohui was full of excitement, but not anxious, who said that waiting is not a kind of happiness.

"Honey, are you ready?" Cao Cheng walked in.

"Now, I just connected to the Internet. The song should have been uploaded when we left the house. It has been more than an hour now, and it should be on the list. Where is it?" Xiaohui predicted calmly.

After connecting to the Internet, Xiaohui opened Xinsheng Music Network in an orderly manner, no need to search, just look at the number one ranking.

"Husband, let me just say, you don't need to search for sure, the one that ranks first must be, every day in my life, the name Twelve Lang is really good." Happiness said.

"Every day in my life, it's good to have you." Cao Cheng murmured a poetic sentence after hearing the name.

"Ha ha."

Xiaohui smiled blissfully and did not speak. She clicked on the target slightly with her fingers and entered the page of "Every Day in My Life".

"Hey, husband, Lin Feng even wrote an introduction." Xiaohui shouted in amazement as if she had discovered a new continent.

"Life is actually a journey. We keep moving forward in exploration and discovery, looking for the joy of success and experiencing the pain of frustration. On this complicated road, we will pass by many people, and we will also get close to some people , no matter the kind, please say thank you to them, every day in life, because it is because of them that we can go better and farther, they share the joy of our success, and share the joy of our pain Grief. Whether they are relatives, friends or strangers, we should all be thankful, grateful, grateful to life, and to him or her. Every day of our lives!"

After reading Lin Feng's introduction to the song, Cao Cheng and Xiaohui glanced at each other, and saw what the other wanted to say and the firmness and happiness in each other's hazy eyes.

"Twelve Lang is indeed a genius. Writing a song introduction is such an aphrodisiac. This commercial is made so that people have to click on it if they don't want to listen to it."

Xiaohui turned her head to look at the screen, while talking, moved the mouse, clicked a few times, played and confirmed the payment.

"Hehe, if he doesn't write an introduction, don't he still have to listen to it?" Cao Cheng said with a smile.

"Who told him to write songs that either confuse the eyes or touch the soul!"

After the download is complete, the music starts.

"Look at the time flies, I pray for tomorrow, every little dream can slowly come true, I am so ordinary but so lucky, I want to say thank you, every day of my life. Watch the time fly, I look back at the past ,..."

The soft singing sounded in the ears of the young couple again, evoking the bits and pieces of the years they have walked together.

The singing sound echoed in the room, not loud, but it hit the heart and dimmed the eyes.

"I am so ordinary but so lucky, I want to say thank you, every day in my life, let me share the brightest part of my life with you, let me sing with the loudest voice in my life accompany you……"

Slowly, unknowingly, following Lin Feng's singing, the two of them chorused softly, singing about the years they have gone through and will continue to go on in the future. acquainted with each other.

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Who knows who posted the post about discovering Lin Feng's new song first on the Internet, which made the entire Internet find a hotspot again, just like hungry sharks in the sea see some meat, and they all pounce on it.

"Ahhhhhh, brother Feng has released a new song again, let Xingguang promote it slowly, I won't wait, brother Feng, I'm here."

"Every day in my life, a name has depth, let me savor it."

"Let me say thank you, Brother Feng, you let me say that thank you that I have never taken seriously."

"Twelve Lang, this song of yours touched my heart again. I shed more tears because of you than I did when I failed."

"How can this be? The music world is so evil, how can we mess around in the future? God, I'm already thirty, when will I become famous, Twelve Lang, I thank you for being a writer, don't mess around in the music world. "

"Classic, who can make the first classic? I now believe that Twelve Lang can give Fang Lun's new album the weight, and how much money Starlight can make."

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Lin Feng didn't know that there was another topic about himself on the Internet, and he didn't know that "Every Day in My Life" had already topped the list of voices. He just continued his work silently.

The movement is silent, the percussion is rhythmic, the communication between the world is in words, in music, and naturally, it is also in Lin Feng.

call!
Lin Feng moved his hand away from the keyboard and let out a breath.

The progress of the longevity world is also very fast. As long as it keeps going, maybe ten days and a half months will be able to fully appear in this world.

What do you do after it's over?Lin Feng was thinking.

After saving the part coded today, Lin Feng remembered the news he saw today.

"Do you want to participate in the Mystery Fiction Contest?" Lin Feng's mind was filled with the classics of the earth.

"To become famous in the literary world and climb to the peak of the literary world, you need to go up step by step, one step at a time. The straight line between two points is the shortest, and the fastest way to reach the top of the mountain is to go straight, but the footprints on the way to the top will be bigger. The footprints are smaller, and the steps are bigger and smaller. The size of a person's feet and the length of the legs may bend the straight road, and the straight line may become a curve. This book is the footprint or the leg. If you want to climb straight forward, you must ensure that the span of each step and the footprints left must be consistent. Ordinary books and classics are speed, so I will read all the classics."

After thinking for a while, Lin Feng made a decision. There are too few works published by himself. It is surprising to speed up and release reasoning suddenly, and this is an opportunity.

Thinking of Lin Feng's hand on the keyboard again, he opened Wancha's search, entered the words 'mystery novel competition' in it, and clicked on the first recommended content to read.

After a long while, Lin Feng finally understood what the reasoning competition was about.

It turns out that the nature of this Mystery Fiction Contest is the same as that of the Jinbei Literature Contest. It is to dig out and give newcomers a stage, but the influence of the Shenzhou Jinbei Literature Contest is wider, with more levels of selection, more participants, and some official nature. That's all.

There are only two levels in the Mystery Fiction Contest, the first audition and the second final selection. There is no limit to the competition, as long as you are an individual, you can participate. The final reward is the top ten. This aspect is not as harsh as the Gold Cup Literature Contest, and everyone is treated equally. Except that No.1 has an extra best title.Of course, the top ten were not selected by the judges. After the audition, hundreds of mystery novels were posted on the official website for people to vote to determine the top ten.

There are some ultimate levels of competition in this world who like to leave the choice to the masses.

"It turns out that the contest started just yesterday. No wonder it can't compare to the Gold Cup Literature Contest. I didn't even dare to start before others. It's been so long since the auditions have ended. Oh, but which one will I participate in?" ?”

Verbally teased the official of the Mystery Fiction Contest, and Lin Feng started thinking again.

"Forget it, I won't be able to carry many mystery novels in this lifetime, just the complete works of Detective Sherlock Holmes." Lin Feng made a choice.

Actions are always more realistic and joyful than words and choices.

Lin Feng moved the mouse to reopen a document, and entered 'Red Hair Club' in the first line.

"The Red-Headed Club", the translation of the article "The Red-Headed League" when it was in Earth China, is one of the 56 short stories in "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes".

It was in the autumn of 1890 on Earth. Dr. Watson visited Holmes and learned of a strange incident with the red-haired pawnbroker Jabez Wilson.

The incident started two months ago when Vincent Spalding, a clerk at Jabez's pawn shop, told him about the Redheads. The millionaire's will was set up, and the interest of the inheritance was set up to give the red-haired man a comfortable job.So as long as you can be selected, you can do very little work and get a weekly salary of £4.However, two months later, he suddenly learned that Red Hair would go out of business, so he asked Holmes for help.

After hearing this, Holmes suspected that the guy who only bought half-news had a conspiracy.Sure enough, after reasoning and verification, at the end, together with the head of the bank near the pawnshop and Scotland Yard police officer Jones, he was waiting late at night in the underground vault of the bank, appeared in the tunnel from the pawnshop to the bank, and caught Vincent and his men. The red-haired associate, that is, the head of the Red-haired Society.

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The story is very novel and the ending is very ingenious. Now it is appropriate to give this kind of reasoning dish to people in this world.

Lin Feng knew that the literary gap among literati in the literary world was much more serious than the ancient sectarianism. There is a deep gap between every literary category. You can be praised and praised for your achievements in other categories. But once you stretch out your hand, unless you have high morals, you can't escape face-to-face sarcasm, but behind-the-scenes sarcasm.

There is only one way to deal with this phenomenon, to silence them with absolute strength and conquer them, so Lin Feng chose "Red Hair Club", and he was going to sign it.

The full text of "The Red Hair Club" is not too much, only more than 1000 words, which is not worth mentioning compared to a novel with a million words, so Lin Feng plans to finish it tonight by the moonlight.

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About half an hour later, no, less than half an hour later, Lin Feng stretched his arms wide, and after saving the finished dishes, he sent them out according to the address he found in the evening.

Looking at the extremely round moon tonight under psychological influence, Lin Feng said something.

"good night!"

　Sorry for the lateness, sorry.

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(End of this chapter)