Feng Laiyi

"My mother has waited, hoped, resented, and hated all her life, but she is still grateful to God for letting her have this person she can wait for, look forward to, resent, and hate. Otherwise, life is like a dry well. joy of life……"

Sitting on the sofa, Xia Mo watched "Huan Zhu Ge Ge", which had been rebroadcasted by Mango TV several times, while eating melon seeds, while listening to Ziwei's "lovely" confession on TV, she suddenly felt nauseous and couldn't bear it I couldn't help retching twice.

"Disgusting Bala."

Xia Mo flattened her mouth, gave a disgusted look at the TV that made her lose her appetite in an instant, resisted the desire to turn it off, threw the remaining melon seeds back on the plate, and then rubbed them to feel the pain temple, frowning and continuing to stare at the TV series in front of him to accept the "torture".

It's not that Xia Mo has a tendency to be abused, and she has to watch this kind of TV series that can make her vomit blood until she dies. It's because the professor of a certain compulsory course of hers did not know which tendon was wrong, and arranged graduation The topic of the thesis was actually "Talking about the History of Qiong Yao's Drama". When Xia Mo saw this topic, she almost fainted without rolling her eyes.

But after all, the dissertation is the key to whether Xia Mo can successfully graduate from university, and then An An can find a job and live a normal life, so no matter how much Xia Mo dislikes Qiong Yao, she has to rush to the small commodity market on weekends , with a dejected look on his face, he dug out a few sets of CDs in a small shop selling pirated CDs, resigned himself to his fate, paid for them, put them in a bag and took them home.

From "Plum Blossom Burning" to "New Moon Princess" to "Returning the Pearl", Xia Mo felt an urge to kill people. Xia Mo didn't like Qiong Yao as a writer from a long time ago, although it is undeniable that she is in love. Jie can be regarded as a master.

It’s okay to tamper with historical facts at will. After all, few novels are true. It’s okay to publicize her theory of true love as a mistress. His gaze was fixed on his ancestors ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss.

That's right, Xia Mo's real name should be Aixinjueluo? Qiying, she can't remember how many generations of the Aixinjueluo family she is, but she only knows that she belongs to the Qizi generation. If it is still the Qing Dynasty, then Xia Mo Mo should be the royal family.

But all of this is just floating clouds to Xia Mo now, she really doesn't know whether to use the word "miserable" to describe her life experience, or "good life" to explain it.

It is tragic because Xia Mo has lived for 20 years without a single relative, her parents died young, and the already thin Aixinjueluo family has no blood relationship with her, so she spent so many years alone , the ups and downs of which only she knows.

The reason for saying good luck is that although Xia Mo's parents left her a small inheritance, it was enough to allow her to live a well-off life. In Xia Mo's self-deprecating words, it is "just find a job and live a muddle-headed life." That's it."

Since he was a child, he had no relatives to take care of him, but he also lived a life without worrying about food and clothing. Even Xia Mo himself didn't know what words to use to describe his life. Sometimes Xia Mo thought that he should be pathetic, but sometimes But I don't think there's anything wrong with it. After much deliberation, I still think that it's good to go with the situation.

For Xia Mo who has such an experience, the surname Aixinjueluo is actually not a big deal, so no one around her knows her surname, but after all, the blood of the Aixinjueluo family is flowing in her body , so Xia Mo always feels a little uncomfortable every time she sees the messy and messy palace dramas of the Qing Dynasty in TV dramas, so she never watches them.

Back then, when "Han Zhu Ge Ge" adapted from Qiong Yao's novel became popular all over the country, Xia Mo watched a few episodes out of curiosity, but was almost pissed off and had a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot. The pen has become so insane?Could it be said that the four words "the prosperous age of Kangxi and Qianlong" are just for fun?From then on, Xia Mo, who didn't like Qiong Yao very much, kept her novels and TV dramas at a distance.

But "good fortune tricks people", when Xia Mo thought of these four words, she felt that she seemed a little exaggerated, but she couldn't help but think so, who made her choose such an unpopular major as the history department, and then I met a teacher who was even more unpopular, and I actually got such a topic for my graduation thesis.

Xia Mo began to feel that the word "miserable" seemed to be more suitable to describe her life.

"Love until the heart is broken..."

The sound of the ending song came from the TV, Xia Mo sighed, pressed the fast-forward button, and made up his mind that once the thesis was written and passed, he would immediately chop up these three sets of CDs and throw them into the trash can, never to die again. See no trace of their ever being!

"Not only does Qiong Yao's play completely deviate from the official history, but the descriptions of love and the like in it are also without etiquette, justice and shame..."

The professor with gray temples sat at the desk and looked at the sharp paper in his hand. After sighing, he looked up at the girl standing in front of the desk and asked, "Student Xia Mo, what are you doing?" The direction of this paper seems to be wrong."

"Is there?" Xia Mo asked with a guilty conscience. In fact, she didn't know that she seemed to have completely turned to Qiong Yao herself when she was halfway through writing this thesis, and she seemed to be slowly breaking away from her work, but She just couldn't stop the car, Xia Mo thought maybe her grievances were too deep.

"You don't seem to like Qiong Yao very much?" The professor asked a somewhat strange question.

"No, it's okay..." Xia Mo felt that there seemed to be a faint cold sweat on her forehead. She was not sure if the old professor in front of her was Qiong Yao's fan. If you get annoyed, then your thesis will probably be pawned. You must know that it was 1 yuan that I finally wrote after watching Qiong Yao's three representative costume dramas and resisting the urge to vomit blood. Too many words.

Xia Mo secretly glanced at the professor's face, it seemed that he was indeed a little gloomy, and his heart felt a little chilled, thinking that he might have to go back and rewrite the thesis.

"I really don't like her. She always distorts history, and sometimes excerpts classic poems from ancient Chinese to embellish her literary talent." For some reason, Xia Mo suddenly had the urge to "die or die", and then asked the professor again The former raised his head and stared at the professor's face and blurted out.

"Really?" A slightly weird smile suddenly appeared on the professor's face.

"Teacher, you..." Xia Mo was a little frightened, partly because the professor's smile was really scary, and partly because he didn't intend to say the words just now but somehow he couldn't control his mouth.

"As a descendant of Aixinjueluo, you probably care more about her distortion of history." The professor's smile became more and more strange.

"You, you..." Xia Mo's face turned pale, she looked at the professor stunned and didn't know what to say, the fact that her surname was Aixinjueluo could be regarded as her own secret, and now suddenly How could she accept being put on the table?

"Then you go and change the history written by her. This is your responsibility as a descendant of Aixinjueluo." The professor's cloudy eyes suddenly exuded a strange look, and Xia Mo felt that his eyes gradually blurred. Slowly lost consciousness.

The professor watched the figure of the girl in front of him gradually become transparent until it disappeared completely, sighed, and said to himself: "Use your hands to change all this, child, I can only do this for you, Alas, Hongli, you are an unfilial son, if you hadn't had too many affairs and left so much material for future generations to scribble, I wouldn't have worked so hard, I just hope this child doesn't hate me."

It turned out that this professor was Lord Yongzheng who once sat in the Golden Luan Hall and was above ten thousand people hundreds of years ago. After his death, Lord Yongzheng sat on the seat of the King of Hades in the Ten Halls. One day, on a whim, his subordinates opened it. Because they couldn't use it, it was kept dusty for many years. My [TV] is catching up with the "Pearl Return Craze", and after watching a few episodes, I almost pissed him off, who is already dead, to death again.

Because it is inconvenient for him to intervene as a god, especially when intervening in [TV series], Lord Yongzheng, who has been annoyed for several days, finally calmed down. After a long time of calculation, he finally reached his Nth generation. The granddaughter——Aixinjueluo? Qiying, that is, Xia Mo's body.

It's Xia Mo's misfortune, her resentment towards Qiong Yao's historical drama was so desperately felt by her old ancestor, and the old ancestor figured it out again, knowing that Xia Mo is short-lived, at the age of 20 It was time to bid farewell to the world in [-], and Master Yongzheng calculated again, and found out that a shorter-lived daughter of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty was fit for Xia Mo, so this scene happened, but of course these things cannot be told to Xia Mo , otherwise it will "leave the secret".

Lord Yongzheng glanced at the papers on the desk again, waved his hand twice, and he and the papers disappeared out of thin air. After returning, he used his power to make a small manipulation. From then on, Aixinjueluo Qiying, In other words, the traces of Xia Mo's existence in the 21st century have completely disappeared, as if she had never been in this world.

And at this time, on a certain day of a certain year, within the resplendent Forbidden City, a cry of a baby came from the depths of the palace compound. The voice was clear and high-pitched. It was the howling of Xia Mo. The bald old man, what kind of place is this, I want to go back!!"

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