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When Ye Shun, who turned back halfway, arrived at the scene, the fight was developing into a white-hot stage.To say it was a brawl is an exaggeration. To be precise, it was a one-sided murder.A man with a strong figure was strangling Ren Mingqing's neck fiercely, pressing him against the wall and beating him until his flesh was bleeding: "Fuck you! What kind of onion are you, dare to touch my woman?! "Ren Mingqing had no strength to fight back, his slender left hand grasped the thick and powerful arm, and let out a weak sob.

Bai Shangshang rushed to Ye Shun's hand: "He...he is my ex-boyfriend, he is dissatisfied with my breakup, and has been pestering me..." Her voice was trembling, but her words were still clear. Yes, Ye Shun understood the ins and outs as soon as he heard it.He nervously stopped Bai Shangshang behind him, and glanced at his own people: Tian Tian at the booth ran to the door to call for security; Zhuang Mo and Brother Liehuo were trying to rush over across the dance floor.But there are more and more crowds of onlookers, not only obstructing the road, but no one dares to make a move.Ye Shun was burning with anxiety: This ex-boyfriend shot too hard, and he looked like a psychopath, he was afraid of killing someone.

"Stop hitting!" Ye Shun yelled forcefully.

"Stop!" Zhuang Mo fought his way through the crowd.

When he finally squeezed into the tight arena, the majestic man who was being violent suddenly yelled, clutched his stomach and took a few steps back, leaving a distinct footprint on his clothes. "Ahem..." Ren Mingqing kicked the man away fiercely, and staggered to stand still. Zhuang Mo saw him grinning inexplicably, with an extremely evil expression on his face.Zhuang Mo finally believed in the phrase "he hits people" that Lianzhong's agent said to him. At this moment, Ren Mingqing seemed to have completely abandoned his previous shyness and timidity, and became another person.

The man suffered great humiliation, raised his fist again and rushed towards Ren Mingqing.Zhuang Mo picked up the ashtray, and quickly smashed it on the back of his head.However, it seemed unnecessary for him to do so, because Ren Mingqing dodged the huge fist at an astonishing speed, grabbed the man's shoulder and shoveled at his feet, which was a back fall!

Everyone gasped!His movements are too proficient, and he is so strong that he is completely different from just now!

Ren Mingqing limped to the bar and returned with a bottle of beer.The man looked terrified, put his hands on the ground, and moved back with difficulty.Ren Ze easily caught up with him and knocked the beer bottle on the ground!The sharp bottom of the bottle swept across the air, aiming at the man's eyes!

"Who did you call Lao Tzu just now, huh?" Ren Mingqing sneered and said hoarsely.

The man was sweating profusely.When he saw the blood on his face, he had a pair of fierce and bloodthirsty eyes flashing.

At this time, a slender and powerful hand grabbed Ren Mingqing's wrist.

"Enough." Zhuang Mo said, "That's it."

The security guards came in at the right time, ending the chaos.

Bai Shangshang's ex-boyfriend is an upstart.She once thought that money could cover up all his bad things, but after dating for half a month, she had to admit: money is not everything.After the two broke up, the irascible ex-boyfriend refused to accept the reality and tried his best to get back together.This time when I saw her kissing Ren Mingqing at the bar, I felt ashamed, and with the catalyst of alcohol, this led to this unexpected disaster.

Although the upstart ex-boyfriend is used to bullying the weak, but after Ren Mingqing slaps him, he realizes that he is not weak, and dare not trouble him again.In addition, I was sober from the wine, and after thinking about it, I didn't take it seriously, and finally proposed to go private.The bar manager also hoped that the major incidents would be reduced to minor ones, so Ren Mingqing followed suit and snapped his fingers: "Five thousand."

"What five thousand?"

"Medical expenses, lost wages, hush money, mental damage."

"you……"

Ren Mingqing's neck tilted, and his originally casual eyes instantly became extremely fierce.

The ex-boyfriend shivered, took out his mobile phone and opened Alipay humbly: "I'll scan you."

"I want cash—" Ren Mingqing said in a long tone.

After 10 minutes, he leaned against the edge of the bar with blood on his face, licked his fingers, and started counting money as if no one was around.Seeing him counting and stretching his brows, Bai Shangshang was obviously in a better mood, and stepped forward to apologize boldly: "I'm really sorry today, little brother, it's all because of me being too self-willed, and I have some money here..."

"You look pretty good, and I'm not bad." Ren Mingqing looked at her frivolously, and took out his mobile phone, "Come on, add a WeChat——I'll scan you."

Bai Shangshang: "..."

Ren Mingqing finished the notes on "beautiful writer" and turned to leave, but Ye Shun called him back: "Wait a minute."

Ren Mingqing's eyes were mocking: "Oh, I thought if I don't leave, you're going to fight with me!" Just now he just said a few words to the beautiful writer, this man is like a dead parent.

Ye Shun suppressed his distaste for this person, he had never seen such a two-faced person: "My friend told you to wait, he has something to do with you."

"Which one?" Ren Mingqing asked bluntly.

"Zhuang Mo, the one who saved you just now."

"Oh, he's not interested." Ren Mingqing picked out his ears and limped away from the bar.

Not far away, someone suddenly patted his shoulder from behind.Ren Mingqing shivered suddenly as if his soul had settled down, looked at the nearby dark alley in a daze, and touched his face in a daze.The moment he saw the blood, his eyes widened. The fear was exactly the same as that of a terminally ill patient, as if it wasn't him who smashed the wine bottle just now to disable someone's eyes.

Zhuang Mo took out the alcohol from the plastic bag, and helped him wipe off the blood under the dim light: "You have to go to the hospital."

"Just now...thank you for helping me out." Ren Mingqing remembered that he squeezed out of the crowd just now and rushed towards him.

"I have done nothing."

"Thank you, thank you..." Ren Mingqing obviously didn't believe it, and thanked him endlessly.

"I'll see you off." Zhuang Mo helped him deal with the emergency before striding forward.At the end of the alley, a taxi was already waiting there.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the emergency room of the hospital was still overcrowded. After Zhuang Mo finished registering, he sat on a bench to accompany him.Ren Mingqing urged him to go back several times, but he remained indifferent.Ren Mingqing is not the character who can chat and laugh with strangers, Zhuang Mo is also reticent, and the atmosphere between the two is awkward.Ren Mingqing searched his brains to find some words, and saw that Zhuang Mo didn't intend to talk, instead he took out a notebook from his pocket, and shut his mouth sensibly.Half a minute later, he found that it seemed to be his draft.

Ren Mingqing pulled out the notebook and hugged it in his arms, his face flushed red, as if he had been publicly executed.Zhuang Mo pretended to be suddenly enlightened, and smiled: "So it's yours? It fell to the ground just now."

Ren Mingqing was angry and anxious.But with Zhuang Mo Chunliang's expression on his face, he really couldn't yell out the phrase "How can you just look at my notebook casually".

"You write something?"

Ren Mingqing quickly denied it: "No, no..." The unnatural body language betrayed him.Now he wished he could turn into a snail or a turtle and shrink into his shell.

"You must be a story writer." Zhuang Mo didn't intend to let him go at all, and dragged him out with a smile to continue the public execution. "You have recorded a lot of characters." As he said, he was so ashamed that he had passed away Ren Mingqing Pulling out the notebook in his hand, he turned to the page where he recorded himself, "A well-educated elite with a cold outside and a warm inside - thank you for your compliment - rents a house. Contradictory points: well-dressed, sleeping on the street. Guess: 1. He had just arrived in this city, his career had changed, and he was facing bankruptcy. 2. He is not a human being, he just transformed into a human form and came to the human world, ready to invade..."

Ren Mingqing was beaten to death by him, shamed to the core, took off the notebook in his hand, said "it's my turn", slipped off the bench, and rushed into the emergency room as if flying.Zhuang Mo noticed that the small piece of skin on his neck exposed from between the black hair turned completely pink.He couldn't help showing a sly and proud smile after a successful prank, and said to himself: "I'm not human."

When Ren Mingqing finished treating the wound and came out, the emotions of both of them tended to calm down, but Ren Mingqing still couldn't look directly at Zhuang Mo.He hoped that Zhuang Mo could politely forget everything just now, but unfortunately Zhuang Mo had no such intention at all: "Are you an author?"

Ren Mingqing limped out, his pace was much faster than usual, as if he could get rid of this torturer like this: "No..."

"You collect characters."

"I... I'm a painter." Ren Mingqing was a little panicked.

"A painter will sketch directly."

"I just... just write casually, I'm sorry, I'm so boring." Ren Mingqing wanted to end this topic by any means.

Zhuang Mo keenly felt that his resistance was a bit unusual.Out of shame, the author is not willing to share their work with real people, but if he completely removes his disguise and takes off his vest, the author will have no choice but to break the can.For some unknown reason, Ren Mingqing's resistance was stronger, and he was about to cry, so Zhuang Mo had no choice but to play a trick, "Is there anything to be ashamed of writing? I'm also a screenwriter."

He took the first step to accuse Ren Mingqing, which was unreasonable, and he was the one who was rude; but he immediately declared that "we are our own people" and "I am like you", changing the relationship between the two from hostility to the same camp , So the reason for the accusation became logically "Your pettiness is denying my work".

This little trick is really useful. Ren Mingqing is no longer in a hurry to escape, and the way he looks at him has changed, even with a trace of admiration: "...Really?! You are a screenwriter?!" They can't figure out the natural gap between novels and scripts. They only know that screenwriters write TV dramas, and they have a professional background.

"I also have the habit of jotting down characters' images." When Zhuang Mo lied, he didn't show any guilt at all. Even the FBI couldn't detect his thick skin, so Ren Mingqing was naturally deceived.

"Then how do you know that I'm not a screenwriter, but... a writer?" Ren Mingqing still hesitated to use the word author to himself.

"A lot of your brain holes can't be filmed, and the screenwriter will not make such mistakes."

"That's it..." Not only did he let go of his guard against Zhuang Mo now, but he was also a little cautious.He has never met a serious screenwriter in his life, he is just a little guy.

"Where do you write?"

Ren Mingqing shook his head with a smile. After being pressed repeatedly, he had no choice but to explain: "I just write and write casually, and I don't write anywhere."

If it wasn't for Ren Mingqing's innocence written all over his face, Zhuang Mo would have thought it was another prevarication.It is so abnormal that an author who is consciously accumulating characters is not consciously creating.

In this era of writers everywhere, everyone can write something, and the threshold for being an author is very low; but at the same time, it is by no means an easy task to stand out from the crowd.Writing a story is by no means unconstrained and easy to write. It requires skills, accumulation, and precipitation.Inspirational writing is the mark of a novice. They can create vivid characters in the first book. These characters are often drawn from around him, people he is familiar with, or a side of himself; In the second and third books, the characters will be similar.In fact, the reason is very simple: a professional author needs to continuously shape many characters.If his social circle is narrow, he has little observation of human beings, and he knows only a few, then it is really difficult for him to fabricate a new person with flesh and blood out of thin air.Those who are born to be able to bring every character in their works to life are the patriarchs who enjoy the food; others need a lot of observation, accumulation and training to make up for this lack of talent.It is very unfortunate that very few authors are aware of this.

The reason why Zhuang Mo is interested in Ren Mingqing is precisely because he is accumulating materials anytime and anywhere.This kind of diligence made Zhuang Mo know that he can eat this bowl of rice without reading his articles.There is a saying of poisonous chicken soup that most people work so hard that they have not reached the level of talent, and talent is something that individuals have more or less.Zhuang Mo believed that as long as he was in his hands, even if Ren Mingqing could not get to the top, he would definitely be able to get to the top.As long as his author is strong and durable, he is sure to be red, but it just depends on the degree of redness.

The author has something to say: [Small class on editing knowledge: I want to be an editor, what should I study to prepare? 】

The ability to judge content, basic writing skills, reading volume beyond ordinary people, high emotional intelligence in dealing with people, collection of author resources, collection of business resources, emotional intelligence in dealing with people, provision of creative brains, positive attitude, and never Subside curiosity.