"All the manuscripts were lost ..."

Gongxin bites a pen. In fact, he rarely bits the pen now, but at the moment, everything he has encountered now should have an end.

He tilted Erlang's legs and leaned back with a more comfortable sitting position, leisurely ...

Orange was sitting beside him, scratching his calf.

"Then ~"

Orange Chun always leaned back, took the water cup at hand, grunt a sip.

"Step ~"

Orange Chun's hiccup was long and far away, and slowly touched his little belly.

The white skirt she wore and the corner of lace, this skirt that is biased towards the Lolita style makes Orange Chunyi's cuteness and more obvious.

She is really a rare beauty, except for any casual.

"Do you snoring if you drink water?"

Gongxin felt novel and laughed.

"Ha, I still saw it for the first time. Big beauties like you, snoring, buckling my feet, I feel not so strange, but you are ... ha ... very happy ..."

"I have the way out with me?"

Orange Chunyi held the manuscripts that only left the character settings.

There are also a few very simple paintings.

"Hmm ... I think ... it will be very ... different ... you see, sometimes, I don't know exactly what the characters I write are different from the real characters ..."

Gong held his forehead, shook his head and rubbed his eyes and rubbed his eyes.

"Isn't this normal? You tangled a hammer ..."

Orange Chun took a new back of Gong, as if giving him bravery.

"Ha, all your manuscripts are gone, but how do I feel, you seem to overthrow the previous story and re -write it? Ah?"

Each of Gongxin's picture is so "Zhang Crazy".

All the characters drawn are wearing complete clothes that are completely different from descriptions.

From white, from black, from red, from gold, from blue, from purple, they are very different.

"Chang Yufeng ... why is it ... like this? Isn't he in the setting either wearing white clothes or black clothes?"

Orange Chunyi's vomiting made the "Changyu Fengfeng" costume into a middle -aged man with a black Chinese suit inlaid in Phnom Penh.

No, it can't be said that it is a middle -aged person, it should be a youth full of wind and frost.

On the white paper chapter, the Chinese clothes of Phnom Penh's black satin are one. The green sword is in his waist. Even if it is not, the black robe wraps his whole body like a raincoat robe. It is also one.

There is also a painting that has not been completed.

I only painted the waist, but it can be seen that it is also a very beautiful robe, but I have not seen Chang Yufeng Zhenrong.

In these three paintings, Chang Yufeng never smiled.

"How, it has become ... Meihua Lao Tzu ... hahaha ..."

Orange Chunyi obviously didn't understand why the one named Changyu Feng, the young man in the new pen, will become abnormal, becoming ... one, vicissitudes of young people.

It's like going through so many life and death parting, and the world is sad.

"I give the role, just, my reciprocity."

Gong Xin dumped a pen.

"Are you ... have you anygaining your own thoughts?"

Orange Chun scratched his head in doubt.

"How do you know that he is like this? Have you ever seen it? I don't know you have seen him ... he is your role, Gongxin brother ..."

Orange Chunyi stroked the "Changyu Feng" on the white paper inadvertently. The "plum boy" in her mouth has experienced the vicissitudes of the years.

Start up.

"My dear Ms. Pure Ms. ... Your name also appeared in my novel ... Do you think you in my novel, is it you?"

Gongxin turned his pen again, and his chair slowly made a crunching sound, and then recovered calm.

"Actually, to be honest, I think ... unlike ... at least I haven't really eaten with Chang Yufeng ... What did you write about me?" I "and Chang Yufeng did not go to Qingfeng Mountain? You?

Let's go directly to [Longzhong City], that Xu Jiaqing, and ... Xu Wenwen ... I have no impression ... I can't be impressed ... right, please, they are the figures of the novel ... "

Orange Chunyi put down the painting paper and took another sip of milk tea.

"Then you have to write again now ... No? So ... aren't you all here? Completely ... Come again?! My God!"

Orange Chun wore a brown eyes like a beautiful pupil, sitting on a chair and throwing a pen and throwing a pen without writing something.

"The wind and rain are coming, the mountains and the sea is difficult."

Gongxin said a word of eight characters.

Or, there are two idioms that can be explained without signs.

They do not match Karma at all, but they are linked again.

When the wind and rain are coming, how can we avoid the mountains and the sea under the sky?

It seems that the growth of people can say that it is old?

Obviously, after a year, I will grow up one year old.

There will never be a person who has lived only for eighteen years and shouted that he lived in a ghost of eighty years old.

The age growth cannot be stopped.

Just like the growth of people, perhaps on a certain day, it can ... as always, it is done like the experimental product of the creator.

"What?"

Orange Chunyi didn't understand the meaning of Gongxin.

Maybe she never needs to understand.

"What exactly is the real Changyufeng ... Maybe I don't know ... but, I am willing to believe that after he experienced suffering, he will still become a hero who saves the world."

Gong Xinxin sighed.

His pen stopped.

"Don't you think?"

He looked at Orange Chunichi, saw Orange Chun's beautiful skirt, and orange pure white thighs, and thin calf, white high heels.

There is a beautiful bunch of roses on her chest.

She is not a rose, she should be, a bunch of laurel.

Laurel has always been sweeter than roses.

Lauren has never been stabbed by roses.

Laurel is one of the best flowers in this world.

So the fragrance of Huadu, but the aroma of the laurel is unique.

"I don't need to write again at all ... Although my manuscript was blown away by the wind ... I regarded this as ... a very unfriendly ... complicated emotional response ... but it doesn't matter ... I have already ... I already

I can accept it, the manuscript is gone, it does not mean that Chang Yufeng is gone ... "

"Whether it is Chang Yufeng and Linde, they naturally become the character or personality of that are like that. This is no way to stop ..."

"This is his personality ... it is even after he has experienced it ... a kind of reflection on himself, world outlook, outlook on life, values ​​and values ​​..."

Orange Chunyi avoided Gongxin's eyes.

She looked at the drawing drawings on the table.

Originally they were just, there was a sentence of one sentence.

Now they have their names, portraits, and complete life.

"If you haven't prepared to finish your middle -aged or old age ... then, staying in childhood is also a good experience ..."

Gong stopped pause, with a smile on his face.

"I mean ..."
Chapter completed!