Rebel Demon King

Chapter 425 The Fate Developed in a Strange Direction (2)

(Thanks to "Abandoned Xiaobai" for the three rewards, thanks to "War Slayer" and "Different Classes" for the rewards, two-in-one update, slightly fewer words)
Tonight's night sky is particularly clear, you can see faint clouds drifting quietly not far away, the sky seems to be within reach, Cheng Mo turned his head and glanced outside the window, the night of the city is filling, swallowing everyone who is waiting .

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door of Shen Youyi's house with his knuckles, and the light "dong dong dong" echoed in the empty corridor, like a cello plucking the strings
After a while, the dark brown anti-theft door opened slightly with a "squeak", and Cheng Mo saw a piece of light. The bright lights in the room poured out from the crack of the door, making Cheng Mo dazzled.

(BGM——"The Afternoon Of Rainy day" The Garden of Words, Daisuke Kashiwa)
Then Teacher Shen's outline gradually became clear. Cheng Mo saw that she was wearing a white lace shirt with a sky blue bow tie, and a dark blue hip-wrapped skirt wrapped around her slender and straight legs. Her curves were so graceful that it was impossible to look away. , she held the doorknob with one hand and the door frame with the other, her simple posture was elegant and restrained.

"Here it comes. Come in quickly!" Shen Youyi said a little nervously, and then quickly pulled Cheng Mo in from the door.

Cheng Mo let out an unexplainable "hmm". He didn't expect that Mr. Shen, who was always tepid, would be a little nervous because of this matter.

Cheng Mo bent down to take off his shoes, and Shen Youyi just bent down to get Cheng Mo's slippers. At this moment, Cheng Mo was very close to Teacher Shen. Her hair was just washed, straight and smooth, and flowed down her cheeks obediently. The light hangs over his shoulders like a brocade. When Shen Youyi bowed his body, the white lace shirt fell down into two arcs of the crescent moon, which was full and full. The lace shirt was not thick, and there was a faint purple color under the dazzling light. A bra in a seductive shade unrivaled.

Cheng Mo couldn't help but think of the fruitful vineyards under the golden sun
Cheng Mo didn't dare to look more, and lowered his head to his slippers, he remembered that at noon, Shen Youyi didn't have the nerve to take out his exclusive slippers, and the three of them entered the room barefoot.

Shen Youyi put the little bear slippers at Cheng Mo's feet, and when he got up, he happened to collide with Cheng Mo who dared not look at Shen Youyi, and the two of them whispered "Ouch!"

Cheng Mo, who was still in the independent posture of the golden rooster, couldn't stand still, and fell towards the door. Shen Youyi's hands were quick, and he subconsciously hugged Cheng Mo, holding him in his arms. Suddenly, Cheng Mo saw the lace shirt. Underneath was white and greasy under the purple bra, and then he felt a burst of cherry blossom fragrance, not perfume, but a warm and pleasant smell from the skin.

This faint fragrance is not strong at all, like fruit milk, refreshing and clear, it is a strong pure charm that makes people want to drink it all in one gulp.

"Sorry, Cheng Mo, I didn't pay attention just now!" Shen Youyi breathed a sigh of relief, straightened Cheng Mo, and then said.

After all, Cheng Mo was still an inexperienced boy, and his heartbeat suddenly became faster. At this moment, he had to hold his breath. He felt that Teacher Shen's embrace was warm and soft, warmer than Xie Minyun's, but it seemed No, Cheng Mo hurriedly supported the door frame and said, "It's okay."

Shen Youyi forced a smile, and quickly walked towards the sofa. It was not the first time that the two of them got along alone, and it was very natural every time, but this time, for some reason, the air seemed to be filled with vague embarrassment.

When Cheng Mo changed his slippers and walked to the sofa, Shen Youyi was already sitting on a separate sofa. Cheng Mo remembered that Shen Youyi used to sit on the same couch with him, and it was no problem for three or four people to sit on the couch. The sofa has turned a corner, and the coffee table is still separated
Psychologically, this means that the relationship is relatively distant. Cheng Mo thinks that Teacher Shen is a little weird today. It seems that she really cares about showing her works to herself.

Cheng Mo sat in the middle of the couch and leaned towards Shen Youyi, glanced at the pile of not-so-thick manuscript paper on the table, pointed at Shen Youyi and said, "Is this it? Then... I'll start now? "

Shen Youyi quickly stood up again, blushing slightly, and said with some embarrassment: "Look first, I'll make you a cup of wolfberry and red date tea. This is a mystery novel, so... there is a little bit of bloody violence. You should You won’t be taboo or have any discomfort with this aspect, right?”

Cheng Mo said in his heart: The things I have experienced are definitely a hundred times ten thousand times crueler than your novels, and I seem to have no feeling for blood and violence at all.

But of course Cheng Mo would not say that, and just replied solemnly: "I have read a lot of bloody and violent books. In fact, some documentary literature is really cruel, which is far beyond the reach of novels, such as "Ding Wu" Strange, such as "King Leopold's Ghost", and "Rwanda Crisis: A History of the Holocaust", after reading these real histories, horror, horror, blood, and violence are all pediatrics."

Seeing that Cheng Mo's expression was as usual, he was not surprised by this, and he didn't think why she wrote such a book, Shen Youyi heaved a sigh of relief, "That's good, I'll ask you about the books you just mentioned just now. I haven’t read it yet, let’s exchange book lists later, and I’ll go to Dangdang to place an order.”

Cheng Mo nodded, and said again: "But there are some books that you may not be able to buy online, such as "The Rwandan Crisis: A History of the Holocaust", this is the material "Dingwu Qihuang" issued by my father's work unit for their research. " and "King Leopold's Ghost" are sold on the Internet, but I don't know if it is the complete version. If you just look at it, if you don't want to collect it, I can bring it to you from home. But I think if your direction is In the case of mystery novels, this effect is not so great, but it can broaden the horizon and rebuild the view of history and the world.”

"Okay, I'll trouble you then, Cheng Mo."

"It's not troublesome at all, just bring a few books, and I've eaten so many meals from you, it's only natural." After finishing speaking, he reached out and picked up the manuscript paper on top from the black marble coffee table .

Shen Youyi turned his head, red glow appeared on his face again, and he said with some embarrassment: "After reading it, don't just say polite words, but express your true thoughts and opinions."

Cheng Mo replied "Okay", and Shen Youyi quickly walked towards the kitchen.

Cheng Mo didn't look up to look at Shen Youyi, but directly opened the first page. In the center of the blank A[-] paper, there were four thin gold characters "Black and White Wings". The characters were very beautiful, as if they were printed, but Cheng Mo knew that it was Shen Youyi's handwriting, because the handwriting was somewhat similar to Shen Youyi's chalk writing.
Cheng Mo turned to the second page, "Chapter 1 Secret Island" was written on the top, and there were neat rows of bold pen characters on the bottom. Just looking at these handwritten pen characters is quite pleasing to the eye, and it feels better than the printed ones. , but this is also because Shen Youyi's handwriting is beautiful and neat, the distance between lines and lines, and between words seems to have been measured with a ruler.

In this era when everything uses computers, if you use this old-fashioned way to record your own words, or when you are writing a novel, people who are not patient, persistent and focused will not be able to complete such tedious work.

Chengcheng really started to read from the first line: "I sat on the bench by the sea and looked into the distance, the fine water splashes produced by the collision between the waves and the breakwaters hit my face like raindrops, but in my eyes Here, these invisible drops of water are all red."

Cheng Mo sat motionless on the sofa and read a book, Shen Youyi boiled water in the kitchen, everything was silent.

He didn't notice when Shen Youyi returned to the living room, nor did he notice when there was a cup of soup and tea with goji berries and red dates floating in front of him, neither of them spoke, Cheng Mo was reading the book written by Shen Youyi, Shen Youyi With slightly flushed cheeks, she was silently reading the book she wrote.

Cheng Mo's undivided attention reminded Shen Youyi of her college days. She walked through the red brick teaching building on her cloth shoes, passed through the gate of the liberal arts college like a gray clock tower, and then walked through the English corner and the flower beds on both sides of the concrete road. There are low shrubs, green and gray, not good-looking at all.

The cafeteria on one side is like a factory building. It is always empty when it is not time for meals. Students on bicycles will turn around and whistle at her when they pass by her, and groups of passing boys will also criticize her. Just pointing out, some couples quarreled because the boy looked at her more.
Shen Youyi actually hates walking this section of the road, but in order to get to the library, she has to walk this section of the road where even the air is thin. She will feel a little suffocated in the crowd, until she sees the towering library , her heart will be filled with peace and affection again.

Although the school's old library was lacklustre, and it had nothing to do with the word "tall", but she felt that the tall red wooden door frame and those deep wear marks were exclamations left by the years. The tall bookshelf full of all kinds of books was shining under the sunlight. When she looked up, she could see the dust floating in the middle, and the lines of words turned into pigeons. She took out a book she was interested in, sat under the bookshelf, and flipped through The moment I opened the book, I could smell the breath of the sea.

At this moment, Shen Youyi seems to have returned to the days when she went to class alone, ate alone, and went to the library to read books. For her, the library is a secret world that belongs to her. Walking through that door, she can go to any place. The world I want to go to.

It's not about escaping, but the people and the world in the book are much more interesting than reality. Where can she meet these interesting people in the book in reality?Most of her peers are empty and boring, they are busy playing games, dating, making money, busy with things that are only related to the body and not to the soul.

Shen Youyi didn't like this.

She just felt that sitting alone in the library from morning till dark was a wonderful enjoyment.

Just like this moment.

Time piled up in the room like bubbling water, submerging the ankles of the two people, gradually spreading upwards, slowly the sofa floated up, the tea table floated up, Shen Youyi's bookshelf also floated up, those various Books with similar covers floated on the water surface glowing with white lights, like schools of colorful fish.

Cheng Mo sat on the sofa peacefully, as if sitting on a block of ice moving forward in the ocean current.

Maybe it would be a joy to work in Cheng Mo's library, Shen Youyi thought.

Shen Youyi looked at Cheng Mo's quiet profile, his eyelashes fluttered in the air, and his lips were tightly pursed. She couldn't help but observe Cheng Mo carefully, trying to figure out some emotions from his expression.
When Cheng Mo finished flipping through the original copy and closed the paper, Shen Youyi hurriedly took his eyes away from Cheng Mo's cheeks. After watching for so long, Shen Youyi couldn't read any emotion, although Cheng Mo's face was always expressionless. , making people a little unclear, but Shen Youyi still felt uneasy.

Shen Youyi lowered his head, staring at his toes, not daring to look at Cheng Mo, "How is it? Is it bad?"

Cheng Mo was still thinking at the moment and didn't answer right away. He just finished reading and needed time to sort out his thoughts.

Shen Youyi felt that she was so grown up and had never been so ashamed. She was so ashamed to ask her students to comment on her novel. She quietly raised her head and glanced at Cheng Mo. Seeing his frown, she whispered: "I will I know that I don't have much talent for writing novels. In fact, I have always regarded it as practicing calligraphy."

Cheng Mo shook his head, looked at the manuscript in his hand, and said softly: "Sister Xi, actually I think you are very talented."

Shen Youyi waved his hand, smiled embarrassedly and said, "Don't comfort me! When I was studying, I also uploaded one or two articles to the Internet, but no one read them."

"Your words are more suitable for expressing entities. The words on the Internet either focus on the amount of information and need to condense everything; It's not suitable for the Internet!" Cheng Default said seriously.

"Is it true?" Shen Youyi felt as if she was being roasted on a fire, she could clearly feel her face was getting hot, the feeling of transforming from a teacher to a student was really embarrassing.

"Your strengths are obvious, and your weaknesses are also obvious. Your strengths are delicate writing, exquisite brushstrokes, and being immersive, but these things are not so important for a mystery novel of the original style! The important thing is tricks , pay attention to logical deduction, the reader and the detective stand on the same plane, have the same number of clues, decipher and solve the case as the main line, and wow the readers with intriguing tricks. But as you write, you will penetrate into the heart of the characters The world, but in fact the human heart is the most complicated and the most difficult to write. You should pay more attention to the plot, use the plot to express the character, and then let the readers make up their own brains. Also, your space takes up too much space, so let your reasoning There is no main line in the novel. Some primary and secondary issues are not distinguished. Another biggest problem is that although the logic is relatively strict, there is not enough dramatic conflict, reversal, and shock. Failure is normal."

"I think so too. Maybe I still don't have much imagination? After all, I'm still not suitable to be a writer." Shen Youyi's voice was a little disappointed.

"That's not necessarily the case. I think you should try writing prose and travel notes. With your writing skills, it will be easy to write. I guarantee that many people will like it. In addition, writing book reviews, movie reviews, etc., I think Xi My sister will be great too. The author is not only the author of mystery novels." Cheng Mo said lightly.

Shen Youyi still didn't have the courage to look at Mo, like a child who made a mistake, blushed and stared at the night outside the window, and said softly: "But I want to write novels more!"

Cheng Mo hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mr. Shen, have you ever been in love?"

(End of this chapter)