Ark, I am really a serious author!

The writing style is concise, but a little sophisticated, and the simple writing outlines a world and a person.

The plot seems to have no depth, but strictly speaking, if you think about it carefully, it has a little depth, and the coherence of the plot is also very high.

"It's amazing."

Xi silently shook her head and sighed.

Yan Guo also has this kind of novels, but Yan Guo never calls them works or novels, but scripts. To put it bluntly, scripts are for ordinary people to read. Go down or don't understand.

"It turns out that novels can still be written like this, and the script that is called vulgar can be so wonderful."

Xi couldn't help but sigh.

She didn't want to watch it anymore.

After all, Xi can already guess the general plot and content of the following, and there is a high probability that the heroine will die peacefully in the arms of the hero at the end of the book.

however.

Xi thought for a while and continued to read.

After reading it, it is a respect for the book and the author. "Plastic Memory" has already made Xi feel that the author whose pen name is Bai Xiaolu is worthy of respect.

look at.

Haruki and Yingliang talked about love, the sweet and greasy love plot made Xi still feel uncertain, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, although his expression was still cold.

Speaking of love.

Xi doesn't know what it's like to be in love, and she has never talked about it.

She is not extraordinary.

For her, love between men and women is just a boring drama between mortal men and women, especially many contemporary works like to describe love between men and women in a heart-rending way, which makes Xi look down on it even more.

however.

The "love" in these two books changed Xi slightly. Do men and women also have such emotions and tastes?

Strange.

Sudden.

Xi saw a plot.

While waiting for Ying Liang, Haruki saw the news of Ying Liang's death on TV.

"????"

Xi's already calm state of mind saw such a turning point, her beautiful eyes widened, her thin lips were slightly parted, and her face was full of disbelief.

Her hands were shaking as she held the book.

Trembling all over.

The heart in his body was beating rapidly, and he even rubbed his eyes, feeling that he had read wrongly.

"..."

Xi didn't speak, her expression was extremely gloomy, like a volcano ready to explode, it only needs a little medium to erupt completely.

Xi continued to look down, she still had a glimmer of hope in her heart, thinking that this was just an oolong, or that Yingliang was not dead yet, but lying in the hospital with serious injuries.

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Without these if.

Sakura's funeral was held, and her former best friend cried bitterly. Haruki did not attend, and hid in the room alone. Three days later, Haruki went to Sakura's house and got the diary from her mother. Write to him with regret.

and...

The last confession also showed the read status, indicating that Sakura saw it at the end.

[I want to eat your pancreas]

After reading the whole book, Xi's mentality is broken and sad just like the protagonist Haruki's. Her eyes are red, and tears are falling down from the corners of her eyes, just like Haruki crying bitterly after seeing Sakura's last words.

Xi also cried.

She rubbed her eyes constantly, wiped away the tears that kept falling, and twitched her nose, as if she wanted to quickly cover up her 'ugliness' so that no one could see her.

finally...

Xi gradually calmed down.

She didn't cry anymore, but her eyes were still red, and faint traces of tears could be seen on her fair face. Slowly, her expression gradually turned cold.

She glanced at the author of the cover of "I Want to Eat Your Pancreas."

By Bai Xiaolu

Xi directly picked up the book, clenched her little fists, and got into the painting where Bai Xiaolu was.

Chapter 45 Smiles don't disappear, they just shift

"Hiss... hoo..."

Bai Xiaolu sits cross-legged on top of the tallest building in the world in the painting, facing the sun in this world, the sun is shining on his body, it is warm, almost exactly the same as the real world outside, it is hard to imagine that this is just a virtual painting world.

The surrounding voices were extremely noisy.

The sound of children playing, the yelling of vendors, the clang of storytellers, the barking of dogs, the meowing of cats, and the flowing of the central river.

All these voices gather together, but there is an inexplicable calm, and it doesn't feel noisy at all.

It's like a big break after a class.

Although the voice was loud and there were many people talking, it didn't feel that noisy at all.

Accompanied by exhalation and inhalation.

Bai Xiaolu's spirit is also gradually immersed in this world, and the origin stone energy in his body seems to be instinctively circulating and gradually merging with the spirit.

At this moment, Nian, who had come to another bakery from the tea house, raised her head, holding the hot rice cake in one hand, while talking to herself in surprise.

This speed... is a bit fast...

I have to let my elder brother know about the existence of Mr. Xiaolu, I guess my elder brother will be very happy to know.

Bai Xiaolu didn't know exactly how long it had been.

He only felt that he seemed to be immersed in a world of his own, and all the contents and gazes in "The General Outline of Chongyue Martial Arts" echoed in his mind. Even, Bai Xiaolu could vaguely hear a strong male voice In my ear, it seems to be pointing me how to take the next step.

The world in this painting pays attention to a balance. All the people, houses, running water, and animals in it are the key to maintaining this world in the painting, and outsiders like myself are naturally like a virus that invades the human body, or they will be completely wiped out , or coexist with .

And the world in the picture is also trying to assimilate Bai Xiaolu with a gesture of swallowing the "intruder".

Simple resistance is not the way to break the situation, the only way to truly break the situation is to grasp a very small loophole and forcefully tear it open.

At this moment, Bai Xiaolu seems to have entered the state of sedation mentioned in the general outline. Around him, golden mist rises. They seem to have their own life, entangled around Bai Xiaolu, and the world in the painting around him unexpectedly appears a little bit. ambiguity and deviation.

Xi Qi walked into the world in her painting, and she didn't know why she was angry. For so many years, the calm state of mind like water, how long has it been since such ups and downs, and mortals who can't control their emotions? Same.

But for some reason, if she didn't come in and ask why, Xi would inexplicably feel aggrieved, very aggrieved, and uncomfortable.

Just entered the world of painting.

Xi then found Bai Xiaolu sitting cross-legged above the tallest building.

suddenly.

A hand patted Xi's shoulder.

Nian laughed and held the rice cake and said to Xi: "How is it? How is it? The book I recommended to you is very good, isn't it? This is the masterpiece of Teacher Xiaolu. Teacher Xiaolu is the most powerful genius author in Longmen. Reading a book will make you cry." There are millions of people in Longmen, and the second book allows readers to collectively break their defenses."

"Such a talented author actually chooses to partner with me, which shows that I am more or less a genius. After all, talented people always have a unique attraction for each other."

Xi frowned, she didn't like Nian's hippie smile very much.

"one..."

She subconsciously wanted to say normal, but if it was normal, it would be against her true thoughts. After weighing the language with a frown, she said slowly.

"It's okay, it's not as bad as I imagined. I have to admit that in terms of creation, the mortal you brought over is indeed a talent. Although it can't be compared with famous artists, it can be called good. And don't look at yourself. Put gold on it."

"Our Xi Bao actually knows how to praise people."

Nian's finger was on Xi's face.

"Don't call me Xi Bao...my name is Xi..."

Xi didn't bother to pay attention to Nian, and was going to find Bai Xiaolu, but just as she took a step, she was stopped by Nian.

"I suggest you don't go there."

Xi turned her head, and Nian's playful face just now suddenly became serious.

"Why?"

"You'll know it when you look at it."

The figures of the two disappeared, like ghosts, silently appearing next to the highest point where Bai Xiaolu was.

And when Xi saw the pale golden mist around Bai Xiaolu and the gradually distorted space in the painting, a look of surprise appeared on Xi Juemei's face again.

"He's in meditation..."

"Ah."

"Why...he has the aura of a big brother on his body. Although he is very weak, he has already taken some prototypes. What is the relationship between this mortal and big brother?"

Xi deliberately spoke in a very low voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing Bai Xiaolu.

The state of concentration is too precious and rare for a martial arts practitioner.

Some people's cultivation has skyrocketed once they enter meditation, and after some people enter meditation, the problems that have been puzzling for decades have ushered in the answer.

"It doesn't matter."

Nian said: "I don't know where he got the big brother's martial arts training method, but strictly speaking, the big brother's practice method seems to be no secret in Yan Kingdom, but from the beginning to the end, no one can really practice like big brother. God's will."

"They are obsessed with studying the frame, studying the moves and studying how to kill as much as possible, but they ignore the tempering of the spirit. After all, for mortals, the will of the gods does not seem to be that important, and they have not practiced fighting as a "god" for a lifetime. After half a month of powerful moves, who still thinks about that stuff, it's a thankless effort."

Xi asked, "How long has he been practicing?"

"A few months, probably in the early four months or five months. Forgot, it's not more than half a year anyway."

A trace of horror flashed in Xi's eyes.

"Self-cultivation for less than half a year has actually reached the point where he has merged with the mind of the gods. Are you sure he is a mortal? Isn't he the incarnation of some giant beast?"

Nian said proudly: "I've discovered it, a proper mortal!!"

Xi Bai glanced at Nian and left the world in the painting. She originally wanted to ask this mortal why she wrote such a tragic book, but now that she thinks about it, she might as well forget it.

Randomly putting "I Want to Eat Your Pancreas" on her bookshelf in the real world, Xi's attention was all on the movie script called "Godzilla".

If it was before.

Xi will disdain.

But after watching "Plastic Memory", Xi will be a little interested, but not much. After watching "I Want to Eat Your Pancreas", Xi will be more interested, so you can watch it.

But it took less than half a year after meeting Bai Xiaolu to cultivate to such a level.

Even Xi had to pay attention to it, and had to study his script carefully, maybe there was something in it.

"Godzilla?"

"Monster? Behemoth..."

Xi found the giant beast's design from the bottom of the script, and when she saw Muto, her expression froze.

so ugly...

...

...

Rhode Island.

Warfarin was lying on the sofa in her room crying.

Her long and slender legs sat cross-legged in an unrecognizable way, holding the phone in one hand, and pulling out a tissue from the side with the other to wipe away the endless tears.