The target of the assassination is the fox

I am a book writer with the pseudonym Xiaoyaozi.There are many people who like my works in middle school. Some businessmen often come to me and want to cooperate with me. Even many wealthy families want to invite me to their houses to help write some articles.But I politely declined.I don't like too many people bothering me.I just want to write a book quietly, about the love-hate entanglements between those down-and-out girls and rich boys.

However, I, who kept myself safe and kept away from right and wrong, ended up getting into trouble.

It was a sunny morning, I woke up from my sleep, only to find that I was not on a big soft bed with the fragrance of flowers, but on a cold mat.I sat up in surprise, first checked the good clothes on my body, and then looked at the unfamiliar environment around me, and realized that I was kidnapped.

This is a room that is not very spacious, but clean and tidy, with gray and white walls facing a shady courtyard outside the window.I was sitting on the mat, and there were several tall and mighty men in black, masked and armed with knives standing around me.In addition, there was a bamboo curtain hanging over the door, and the person sitting on the other side of the bamboo curtain should be the master of these men in black.

I carefully looked at it, and only vaguely saw the figure of a woman drinking tea slowly. Although she didn't show her real body, she had a compelling aura of nobility and deterrence.I smell the tea, it is definitely top grade.

Looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone placed on the only table in the room, the intention of this group of people to catch me here is already very obvious.

"I want you to write a story." The rich or expensive master finally spoke. The young woman's voice was very pleasant.Following her words, a man in black walked up to me and handed me a thin booklet.

I opened it to look, and there was a handwritten manuscript inside, the handwriting was beautiful and elegant.Roughly speaking...the story of two women growing old together? !

"This, how decent is this!" I couldn't believe it, they actually asked me to write about women falling in love? !Except for the first work, I have always only written about down-and-out girls and rich boys, that's true love!

"I wouldn't write like this!" My heart was extremely resistant.It's really unreasonable to arrest me here to write this kind of book, what kind of person do you think I am, I am a handsome man with integrity and integrity!

So I immediately stood up, as if I would rather die than surrender.At the same time, the man in black with a great figure on the side pulled out his knife coldly, with a bang, the cold light on the blade almost flashed into my eyes.My legs went limp and I knelt down again.

"I'll give you two months. If you finish writing, you'll be rewarded. If you don't write well, just chop your hands." The master left such a sentence calmly, got up leisurely, and left.

Trapped in this room, I am devastated.Do you really want to write such an unethical story?

I sat there indignantly until noon, and my stomach couldn't bear the gurgling.Normally at this time, I should have rolled up my sleeves, put on an apron, and cooked myself a delicious and nutritious lunch.I got up and patted the closed door: "Hey, don't you give us food?"

With a bang, the window on the other wall opened.It was the man in black with a great figure.He covered his face, and his voice became more and more dull because of the obstruction: "When are you willing to write, I will make it for you myself."

"You?" I was a little disgusted.Although the figure is great and mighty, but such a dull and cold person really knows how to cook?I'm picky.

But my stomach growled inappropriately, regardless of my elegance and reserve.The man in black kept looking at me, my face became hot, I turned around angrily, walked to the table and sat down.

Hmph, I really don't understand what these people are up to.Not only do I have to write this kind of book, but I also have to distribute it nationwide.How can two women be together? It's more absurd than a broken sleeve.Once this book is sold, all the judges in the past will be disappointed!

But... Forget it, as the saying goes, a man doesn't care about trifles.For the sake of my stomach and hands, I will temporarily go against my heart and abandon the beautiful down-and-out girl and rich man.

Angrily and tangled, I picked up the draft outline and took a closer look. The two protagonists in it are a girl from a poor family and a lady from a rich family. and to my heart's content.Then, in order to pay off her father's debt, Shui Yatou sold herself into the mansion to serve the young lady, and the two fell in love for a long time...

Looking at it, I suddenly felt some strange feelings in my heart, and my thoughts were out of control.With that simple and rough description, many pictures can be imagined in my mind.When two women meet, one is awkward and stubborn, the other is hot on the outside and cold on the inside, but they can gradually get along with each other, but they feel pity for each other, and they get close unconsciously, until they feel admiration and fall into inner struggle... All these seem to be happening before their eyes. same.

By the time I close the booklet, the sun is setting in the west outside the window.The man in black really brought me a hot meal, and he still smelled of firewood.Well, I tasted it, and it tasted pretty good, it must be because I'm too hungry.

After dinner, I sat at the table and finally began to grind the ink.Alas, just write it, I am an excellent book writer, what can't I write.Take it as a test.

When I think about it this way, it seems that I have encountered an opportunity to challenge myself. I suddenly ignited a fighting spirit that I shouldn't have, and because of the novelty that is different from the past, I am a little more eager to try.

Ah, what's the matter with this little excitement, is my will too unstable?But when I picked up the pen and wrote the first word, I couldn't control it, and I only felt that my thoughts were springing up.

How long has it been since you felt this blissful feeling?The subject matter of recent works seems to be too single, it seems that they all have a similar beginning and ending, and the writing is a little less enthusiastic at the end...

Oh my god, what am I thinking? I just started writing, and I already dislike the old stories, I just like the new and hate the old!

However, this taboo-colored, resolutely together love that breaks through the mundane seems to make people's blood boil!

After half a month, I have completed most of it.The hostess, who is either rich or expensive, came once, and she still sat there through the curtain and read what I wrote.I waited quietly, a little nervous.

"Not bad." After a long time, she finally made an evaluation. Although there were only two words, I was very happy.When I was in a happy mood, I didn't feel so restrained, so I naturally discussed the follow-up development with her: "Actually, I think that the young master of the bodyguard bureau is very distressing. She also likes Shuiyatou very much, but it's a pity that Luohua has no intentions. Flowing water is merciless."

"Really." The master asked lightly.

"Yes." I said excitedly: "It's really hard to let go. How about giving them a little more time in the middle? Take it as compensation for the young master..."

Before I finished speaking, I felt that the air around me was suddenly cold, and I shivered with fright, not daring to speak any more.

And separated by a curtain, the source of the cold breath said lightly: "Do you want to change the ending?"

At this moment, no matter how dull I am, I can hear the displeasure in the other party's words, and I quickly replied: "No, Shui'er and Miss are a perfect match."

"Yeah." She was satisfied now, and the oppressive feeling dissipated.It seems that my perfect match is largely pleasing her.Then she said unhurriedly: "Although it is better to write about the young master to be more pitiful. But Shui'er can only belong to the young lady."

——Does this mean that I want to make the plight of the young lady of the Escort even more miserable?

"Besides, those who covet Shui'er don't want a happy ending." After she finished speaking, she left gracefully.

Drenched in cold sweat, I watched the person on the other side of the bamboo curtain walk away.Then the man in black came to me, and silently handed me a handkerchief, which was fragrant and pink, which I liked.

"Thank you, thank you." My heart felt warm, I took it and wiped off my sweat, then sat down at the desk and continued to write.Because I have already figured out what to write next, and I can't wait.

A month later, the story finally has a happy ending.When the two weak but strong women finally got together after going through ups and downs, I put away my pen and almost cried.

"It's so touching!" I sobbed and covered my eye sockets with the handkerchief Ah Hei gave me.He was dressed in black and sat next to me, and the shadow cast by his burly body almost covered me.He rubbed my head silently, his voice was low but gentle: "It's really well written."

I was still holding back tears and finally cried out.

It's such a wonderful feeling.In the future, I will stop writing about down-and-out girls and rich boys. I want to write more stories about down-and-out girls and rich ladies!