everything i wrote is fake

"Mr. Lu, everything has been arranged. Well, we have already arrived at the mountain pass. The signal will not be very good after we go in. Yes... Yes, I will tell you..." The man in formal attire standing by the side of the mountain road was Quan Qing, who was talking to his big boss Lu Ruiyu.

Looking towards his line of sight, he was looking at the man sitting on the suitcase. He was thin, dressed in a white shirt, with his hair fluttering in the wind, deep-set eyes, and gold-rimmed spectacle frames On the high bridge of the nose, it looks unapproachable and cold.

This is his new signing author, Wu Yue.

Wu Yue's original editor in charge became the editor-in-chief, and when he was promoted, he distributed all the authors under him to other editors. He was very lucky and very unfortunate to accept Wu Yue.

Fortunately, Wu Yue is the master of Tanmei on the JJ novel website. The author's name is Wu Zhiyue. He is not only a famous Tanmei novelist, but also a famous youth literature writer.

Unfortunately, not long after he took over Wu Yue's happy time, something big happened to Wu Yue.He actually stopped updating. Wuzhiyue Dada, who was originally 360 five days without rest, has now stopped updating. This stop has lasted for several months without updating a single word.

Quan Qing panicked and contacted Wu Yue immediately.

Wu Yue said to him with a haggard and decadent face: "I can't write it."

Ah... what can Quan Qing do?How could he remind him that he was nervous even talking to Wu Yue?

Then wait slowly, Wu Yue will be able to write it after a long time.

As it turns out, not so.

Wu Yue himself doubted whether he could write anything.

Lu Ruiyu attached great importance to this, and asked Quan Qingwu Yue many times if he planned to stop writing.

Quan Qing was very nervous, how could Wu Yue stop writing? He could write, and he could write for a long time!

Lu Ruiyu pondered for a long time, and said to Quan Qing: "He should go for a walk."

After Quan Qing heard these words, a golden light flashed in his mind.

That's right, getting out and about and getting in touch with nature might also help you find inspiration.

Quan Qing originally proposed to let Wu Yue go on a trip, where he wanted to go.But during that time, his uncle was sick, and his grandmother called him and asked him to go back to his hometown to take him out to see a doctor.After going back and forth, Wu Yue actually said that he wanted to visit his hometown, and they arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"Great." After Quan Qing and Lu Ruiyu finished talking on the phone, they walked towards Wu Yue, and he said, "Mr. Lu just called and said that if you feel uncomfortable, you can go back after a couple of visits."

"Well, I see." The phone in Wu Yue's hand was on, and he said, "Did he call you just now?"

Quan Qing nodded.

"But I've already brought so many things, don't let me move them around for fun." Wu Yue pointed to a lot of things on the cart, and he said flatly, "Let's go in."

"Ah, good." Quan Qing hurriedly pulled the cart with Wu Yue, pushed the luggage, and walked to the depths of the mountain.He also said: "Da, Tanyun Village is remote, cars can't get in, and the signal gets worse the further you go in, but this town outside is much more convenient than inside, even if you go out, you have to walk some mountain roads... ..."

Walking through the winding mountain road through the grass smelling of earth, Wu Yue felt that it was impossible to see the house after walking for two hours.

Wu Yue underestimated what Quan Qing kept whispering in his ear, that Tanyun Village is a small remote village.

The word remote is too remote! ! !

For Quan Qing, the two-hour mountain road is within the calculation range, and the two of them are still pushing Wu Yue's so much luggage, so it is relatively fast to arrive here after walking for two hours.

But for Wu Yue, it was like death.

"Big brother, we'll be there soon if we go further in." Quan Qing wiped off his sweat and said, "When we get to the entrance of the village, someone will come to help us move."

This is the disadvantage of inconvenient communication. You can't make a phone call to ask someone to move things.

Wu Yue said blankly, "No more."

"what?"

"Throw away these luggage."

"..." Da Da is playing his temper now...

After Wu Yue rested, he still couldn't leave his luggage behind, and continued to push the luggage with a dull expression.

"It's almost there, it's almost here." Quan Qing said this sentence all the way. After one or two times, this sentence became unbelievable to Wu Yue, especially unbelievable.

Wu Yue pulled the luggage silently, his legs and feet felt like they were about to break off. Finally, at sunset, the two arrived at the entrance of the village.

From day to dusk...

"Brother Quan Qing!" In a farmland at the head of the village stood a swarthy boy, wearing a straw hat, clothed shorts, and plastic boots on both feet. After waving his hands twice, he quickly ran towards them.

Quan Qing said: "This is my cousin's child, named Zhuo Zhenghao."

Zhuo Zhenghao ran over with a naive smile on his face, and stared at Wu Yue for a long time before being called back to his senses by Quan Qing.He wiped his hands on the grass beside him, and then wiped his body, then he took the things from the two of them, carried them on his shoulders, and pulled the cart with the other hand, and said, "Let's go, my dad is early Just wait."

After walking inside, Wu Yue realized that not only his father was waiting, but the whole village was waiting here!

These villagers all came out to watch the excitement when they heard that people from the city came to their small village.

The old and the young stood in two rows, all looking at him, discussing him in whispers.

"This is the friend of that nephew of the Zhuo family, he looks so handsome!"

"I heard that they are from the city...what's their name..."

"Writer! Writer! He is a cultural person!"

"Does the author and the teacher mean the same thing?"

"The teacher teaches, and the writer writes books. Can this be the same?"

"Isn't this amazing?"

"Of course, hey, hey, the village chief and secretary are here."

Wu Yue saw two middle-aged men walking in front of him with excited faces, and holding his hands with expressions as if he was here to support a teacher.

Wu Yue looked at Quan Qing speechlessly.

Quan Qingpi helped him get rid of everyone with a nonchalant smile.He didn't expect such a big move in the village, he just told his cousin that his friend was coming...

A group of people walked all the way to meet him, and at a corner, two children tripped in front of him, laughing and playing, one of them fell and ate shit, stood up stupidly and burst into tears, with tears and mud on his face , looks dirty.

Wu Yue frowned, walked over and took out a piece of paper, put it in his hand, and said, "Wipe clean."

The child froze for a moment, and cried even more miserably.

Wu Yue sighed, sure enough, he is not suitable for coaxing children...

"It's just that I fell down, and I'll be fine after crying for a while." Zhuo Zhenghao said.

Wu Yue glanced at him lightly, then touched his trousers pocket, there was a black pen in it, he took it out and said: "Here is the pen, don't cry."

The child seemed to be seeing this thing for the first time, and his big tear-filled eyes flickered on Wu Yue's body.

Then the other child lost his temper and said in a childish voice: "Don't take other people's things! Be careful of mother hitting you!"

After speaking, he took the crying child and left.

It was only then that Wu Yue discovered that the two children looked exactly alike, they seemed to be twins.

The crying child struggled a bit, stretched out his hand and grabbed the thing that Wu Yue handed him, gave Wu Yue a pitiful look, and then followed the other child.

Quan Qing said: "These two children are quite beautiful, whose children are they?"

Zhuo Zhenghao: "It belongs to Uncle Wei's family."

Quan Qing seemed to have a sad look on his face, but he quickly returned to normal, and he said, "Let's go, go back first."

Zhuo Zhenghao paid special attention to Quan Qing's words. As soon as Quan Qing spoke, he moved his luggage to the yard in two or three strokes.

Quan Qing's cousin Zhuo Hong is a fish farmer in the village, and his income is small, and he also does farm work. He is considered to be a relatively good family in the village.

He specially arranged a room for Wu Yue, which was a separate house specially built before, for the convenience of relatives like Quan Qing to live in.Although they live in the same yard, they don't live together.

Because Quan Qing said to give Wu Yue enough space not to disturb him.

"Come to eat!" Quan Qing's cousin, Zhang Ying, had such a loud voice that the whole yard could hear her.

Wu Yue was packing his luggage in the room, when he heard this sound, his hands trembled.

The Zhuo family prepared a large table of home-cooked dishes with great care. Even the sausages and bacon were brought out, and the fresh fish and chicken soup on the table was complete, as if it was Chinese New Year.

Quan Qing showed a half-smile expression again, and whispered: "My uncle is very hospitable."

Zhang Ying put the bowl in front of them, with a very simple smile on his face, and said enthusiastically: "Young brother Wu, you are welcome, just treat it as your own home, and pick whatever you want!"

"Thank you." Wu Yue pushed down his glasses and said lightly.

Zhuo Hong came over with a jar of wine, and said with a smile, "This is the sweet-scented osmanthus wine I made myself, the freshest sweet-scented osmanthus this year, all natural. Would you like two glasses, Xiao Wu?"

Quan Qing hurriedly waved his hands with a smile: "Uncle, why are you asking people to drink?"

Zhuo Hong: "If you don't drink when you eat, when will you drink?"

Wu Yue: "Uncle is right, if it tastes good, I can drink many cups."

"What?" Quan Qing had no idea that Wu Yue could drink.

"Oh?" Zhuo Hong was full of interest, "Then you're going to get drunk today! Come, come, I'll pour it for you!"

Zhang Ying smiled and said to Quan Qing: "Now your uncle has found someone to drink with him."

Quan Qing laughed dryly, his heart hanging.How much can Wu Dada drink?

It's no problem for Wu Yue to finish a tank of sweet-scented osmanthus wine. After he drank Zhuo Hong down, he could still sit in the yard with Quan Qing and enjoy the breeze.

The air here is particularly good, the night is high in the sky, the sky is full of stars, without any dark clouds, it is as bright as watching the galaxy in the universe in a science and technology museum, the stars are shining.

"It's so good, this place is like a paradise." Wu Yue sighed.

Quan Qing was still a little uneasy, "Don't you think it's inconvenient here?"

"It's okay, but if you really can't stay any longer, you have to come and pick me up."

Wu Yue's voice made Quan Qing suddenly raise his head, he looked at Wu Yue's reddish side face, and couldn't take his eyes away after seeing it.

He nodded: "Definitely, definitely right away!"

Quan Qing left the next day, and Wu Yue stayed in the house for a few days to tidy up the brought things.

The life in the countryside is very monotonous, only doing farm work.

Wu Yue was even more boring than them. He didn't have to do farm work and had nothing to do every day. He wore loose clothes and sat on the grandfather's chair in the yard, living like an old man.

No, maybe the old man can join a table to play mahjong.

There was no progress in writing, and life was boring.

One day, he approached Zhuo Zhenghao on his own initiative, asking him to give him some things to do.

Zhuo Zhenghao was very surprised, he hesitated for a long time before asking: "Brother Wu, do you really want to do farm work?"

Wu Yue nodded: "It's boring, give me something to pass the time."

"Then go and help cut some weeds to feed the fish."

"Weeds? Where can I cut them?"

"Just the grass by the side of the field and the road." As he said that, Zhuo Zhenghao prepared all the books, and brought Wu Yue a sickle and a basket.

Wu Yue: "What if I cut vegetables from other people's soil?"

"No, vegetables and grass are different." Zhuo Zhenghao said.

Wu Yue hooked the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

Zhuo Zhenghao didn't know him very well, but he knew himself. He didn't pay much attention to life, and he didn't know what some dishes looked like.