Faced with Xia Yu's doubts, Wen Ziying replied: "It's too heavy. The winner of the Morning Award, what a dystopian modern literature master, I'm just an ordinary literary girl!"

"Are you really ready to close the pen?" Xia Yu asked.

"I'll go to a press conference tomorrow!" Wen Ziying answered firmly.

"Isn't you regretting anything?" Xia Yu asked again. At this time, he asked clearly, which is better than regretting it after a while.

"If I left before, I might be a little regretful. Now I have won the morning prize, so what else do I regret?" Wen Ziying asked back.

"When you make a complete decision, I will introduce you to the work." Xia Yu promised.

"Okay." Wen Ziying agreed, "Drop the manuscript paper quickly and let's play games!"

Picking up the manuscript paper in front of him, Xia Yu threw them into the trash can, picked up Wen Ziying's notebook and opened the game.

After playing until the morning, Xia Yu returned to his body.

Wen Ziying stood up and stretched.

Although she stayed up all night, she didn't feel tired.

When she opened the cabinet, she took out all the manuscript papers inside.

This is the beginning of her previous writing, prose and poetry.

After moving the manuscript papers out, Wen Ziying found a carton and put them in. She opened a locked drawer and took out all the original manuscripts so far, and threw them into the carton.

Holding the cardboard box, she came to the yard.

"Miss." The nanny came up to help, but was rejected by Wen Ziying.

Putting down the carton, Wen Ziying and the nanny asked for a lighter and lit the manuscript paper.

The flames burned the air, and the black ash floated upwards, rising into the air, dissipating.

The ashes in Wen Ziying's heart also slowly dissipated and melted.

When her father was still alive, she liked to write story essays because it could please her mother, but when her father died, everything changed.

Although Wen Ziying still saw a happy smile when she handed over the written things to her mother, she knew that her mother was not happy for her, but for the purpose of publishing the manuscript.

After a period of time, when she was young, she had no passion and inspiration for creation, but what followed was her mother's oppression.

Writing has changed from a happy thing to a sparse and ordinary thing to a painful thing.

Until now, after dreaming at midnight, Wen Ziying still felt fear of the situation back then.

She wrote many prose poems, but she didn't dare to submit a single one, because she wrote these things when she was a child. Whenever she did not contribute, her mother would press her on the low table to let her reflect.

This purposeful avoidance was that Wen Ziying thought she had forgotten what she had happened when she was a child, and she had regained her passion for writing.

However, half a year ago, because of the adaptation of "White Bird", because of the fact that a book was not well written, it was attacked online, blocked at the doorstep, and was criticized in the letter, which made Wen Ziying feel the fear again. Her enthusiasm for writing and her hard work seeking new experiences, not to write a better story, but to not be blamed.

She hated this job, the manuscript paper full of tears, the pen held by the red hands, the low table that required hard work, and the sound surrounding the surroundings.

"Madam." The nanny's voice woke Wen Ziying up.

Looking towards the door, Wen Ziying met her mother Bian Guping.

Bian Guping stood on the threshold, staring blankly at the burning manuscript paper.

"Look at my mom." Wen Ziying said to the nanny.

She took a step forward, returned to the room, and took out the morning prize trophy.

She stuffed the trophy into Bian Guping's arms: "This is for you, what you have always wanted."

Without seeing Bian Guping's reaction, Wen Ziying walked out of the house. She took out her bicycle from the garage and galloped on the village trail, venting her emotions.

At noon, Wen Ziying returned home.

When she passed by Bian Guping's door, she looked inside. Bian Guping did not stare at the chrysanthemums in the yard today, but at the trophy of the Morning Prize.

Wen Ziying can no longer remember how her mother was crazy. Her only memory was that she scattered paper scraps all over the ground, and it was her mother's most proud essay about writing chrysanthemums.

Withdrawing her gaze, she came to the kitchen, took some things to satisfy her hunger, and returned to the bedroom.

He called the publishing house and talked about the decision, and Wen Ziying posted another post on the forum.

After finishing, she threw away her phone and she completely relaxed.

I won’t write anymore, what should I do next? She thought.

In the past days, she was either writing or conceiving every day, and occasionally playing games to numb herself and nothing else was done.

No need to write now, life is empty all at once.

After searching in his heart for a while, Wen Ziying found something she was interested in.

Who is the guy who calls himself a stand-in messenger?

At this time, the substitute messenger Xia Yu was reading the post Wen Ziying had just posted.

Xia Yu's first reaction was to sigh: He really closed the pen.

Then, he thought of his mission.

The task of introducing Wen Ziying to work at the Yu family and guiding Wen Ziying to live should be completed, and the stars will be obtained immediately.

He smiled.

"What are you happy about?" Xu Youxiang handed the potato chips to him.

"There is something that will finally come to an end." Xia Yu opened his mouth and bit off the potato chips, and bit Xu Youxiang's fingers.

After eating Xu Youxiang’s potato chips on the left, An Siyao on the right handed over the apple slices.

Putting the apple slices in Xia Yu's mouth, An Siyao immediately withdrew her hand, afraid that Xia Yu would bite her.

But she could escape her fingers and couldn't escape her face.

Hu Lianglu, opposite the three of them, looked at Xia Yu hugging him left and right.

"What's done?" Xu Youxiang asked again.

Xia Yu thought for a while and replied: "A game account matter."

The game account is a secret talk, and both An Siyao and Xu Youxiang know it.

"Have you got into another woman?" Xu Youxiang held her hand and made Xia Yu bite it.

"No, I'm glad I can get one thing, a magical thing, but I don't know what it is." Xia Yu and the two said.

"What is it? I'll buy it for you." An Siyao tried to use money to please Xia Yu.

"It's not an ordinary thing. If you can see it, I'll let you see it."

After getting close to the two of them for a while, Xia Yu came to Xu Youxiang's body. He had to start working, and the research on amyotrophic cervical dysfunction drugs has not been completed.

In the afternoon, during the break, Xia Yu generously used Xu Youxiang's body to read Xu Youxiang's closing announcement.

"You actually have an affair with your junior sister!" Xu Youxiang snorted, and couldn't help asking curiously: "What you said is to help her quit the literary circle?"

"Yeah." Xia Yu nodded, "I'm going to introduce her to Yu Ningmeng for translation work. Don't worry, I won't come forward."
Chapter completed!