Life swap game

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

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

"I will hold a press conference tomorrow!" Wen Ziying replied firmly.

"Don't you have any regrets?" Xia Yu asked again. It is better to ask questions now than to regret later.

"If I had left before, I might have been a little regretful. Now that I have received the morning prize, what should I regret?" Wen Ziying asked.

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

"Okay." Wen Ziying agreed, "throw away the manuscript quickly, let's play games!"

Picking up the papers 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 morning, Xia Yu returned to his body.

Wen Ziying stood up and stretched.

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

Opening the cabinet, she took out all the manuscript papers inside.

Here are all the beginnings, prose poems, etc. that she had written before.

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

Holding the cardboard box in her arms, she came to the yard.

"Miss." The nanny came up and wanted to help, but Wen Ziying refused.

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

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

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

When her father was still alive, she liked to write stories and essays because she could please her mother. But after her father died, everything changed.

Although Wen Ziying still sees a happy smile when she hands the written things to her mother, she knows that her mother is not happy for her, but happy to have the manuscript published.

After such a period of time, the young girl completely lost her passion and inspiration for creation, but what followed was her mother's oppression.

Writing has changed from a happy thing to a rare and ordinary thing, and then to something accompanied by pain.

Until now, when she dreams back at midnight, Wen Ziying still feels scared about the situation back then.

She wrote many prose poems, but she dared not submit any of them, because that was all she wrote when she was a child. Whenever she failed to submit a poem, her mother would press her down on a small table and ask her to reflect.

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

However, due to the adaptation of "White Bird" half a year ago, because of something that was not written well, Wen Ziying was criticized online, blocked at home, and accused in letters, which made Wen Ziying feel that fear again. With a passion for writing, she strives to seek new experiences, not to write better stories, but to avoid being blamed.

She hated this job, hated the tear-filled manuscript paper, hated the pen held by the red hand, hated the low table that required effort to bend over, and hated the sounds surrounding her.

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

Looking toward the door, Wen Ziying saw her mother, Bian Guping.

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

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

She stepped forward, returned to the room, and took out the morning award trophy.

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

Without looking at Bian Guping's reaction, Wen Ziying walked out of the house. She took out her bicycle from the garage and galloped along the village path to vent her emotions.

By noon, her emotions were almost vented, and Wen Ziying returned home.

When passing by the door of Bian Guping's room, she glanced inside. Bian Guping did not stare at the chrysanthemums in the yard today, but at the morning prize trophy.

Wen Ziying could no longer remember why her mother went crazy. The only memory she had was the scraps of paper scattered all over the floor. The torn pieces were her mother's most proud essay, writing about chrysanthemums.

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

After calling the publishing house to inform her of the decision, Wen Ziying posted on the forum.

After she was done, she threw her phone away and felt completely relaxed.

If you don’t write anymore, what should you do next? she thought.

In the past days, she was either writing or imagining ideas every day. She occasionally played games to numb herself and did nothing else.

Now there is no need to write, and most of my life is suddenly free.

After searching in her heart for a while, Wen Ziying found something of interest.

Who is that guy who calls himself the substitute messenger?

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

Xia Yu's first reaction was to sigh: It's really finished.

Then he thought about his mission.

The task of introducing Wen Ziying to work in the Yu family and guiding Wen Ziying's life should be completed, and the star fragments can be obtained immediately.

He smiled.

"Why are you happy?" Xu Youxiang handed the potato chips in front of him.

"Something is finally going to come to an end." Xia Yu opened his mouth and bit Xu Youxiang's finger while biting down the potato chips.

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

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

But she could escape the fingers, but not the face.

Hu Lianglu, who was opposite the three of them, looked at Xia Yu hugging him with cold eyes.

"What has been accomplished?" Xu Youxiang asked again.

Xia Yu thought for a moment and replied: "It's about a game account."

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

"Fucked another woman?" Xu Youxiang withdrew her hand and let Xia Yu take advantage of her.

"No, I'm happy because I can get something, something magical, but I don't know what it is yet." Xia Yu said to the two of them.

"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 when I get it."

After being intimate with the two for a while, Xia Yu came to Xu Youxiang's body. He had to start working. The research on ALS drugs had not yet been completed.

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

"You're actually having an affair with your school girl!" Xu Youxiang snorted and couldn't help but curiously asked: "What you said is to help her withdraw from the literary circle?"

"Yes." Xia Yu nodded, "I'm going to introduce her to Yu Ningmeng as a translator. Don't worry, I won't show up."

Xia Yu thought that after the introduction, the star fragments would probably be available.