I didn't expect you to be such a bear Er!

When she got home, Qiandai still felt excited.

So it was rare for her to be like a child, happily circling around the room, and then plopped down in the soft quilt, not forgetting to press the bear on the bed under her body.

Qiandai happily pressed the furry brown bear cub and pulled its soft ears. The smile on her face was brighter than ever before. It was more unrestrained and cheerful than before. She said: "Xiong Er you You know, today I met Mr. Inoue Sorazuru, he is the same as I thought, he is so profound, so knowledgeable, I am very happy, I am really happy..."

"And the old man also read the article I wrote. He praised me for writing well, you know? He actually praised me...Although he also said that I still have a lot of shortcomings and gave me a lot of opinions, but I'm still very happy..."

"He also said that I can go to him to discuss it when I have time in the future... Tell me, am I lucky?!"

Qiandai talked a lot, to a doll that couldn't speak, but she still felt that the joy in her heart was still full.

Sora Inoue, the most beloved Japanese writer in the current literary world, the winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature, is such a heart-wrenching old man with the words "born in white clouds and fallen in the soil".

If Qiandai was able to embark on this literary path mostly because of her innate love and talent, then partly because of the influence of Sora Inoue.

The first novel Qiandai read was written by Sora Inoue, and her writing style was deeply influenced by Sora Inoue, and she has the appearance of spring and white snow that is not stained by dust.

It can be said that Sora Inoue is Qiandai's guide, the lighthouse on her way forward, and the person she most admires and respects.

This admiration is so heavy that Qian Daixu has been talking about it for a long time, but she still can't vent a ten-thousandth of the excitement in her heart, so she can no longer pay attention to whether the person who wants to share her joy has fallen asleep. Now, she recklessly dialed the phone number she had already engraved in her heart.

The phone rang twice, and Buer's sleepy but still gentle voice rang out, "Is it Qiandai? It's so late, why don't you sleep...it's not good for your health."

I don't know why, but I was so excited and unbearable just now, but I was soothed by such a simple sentence, like a branch that broke through the ground in spring and all the restlessness was soothed by the gentle spring breeze.

Qiandai heard her soft voice softly expressing the joy she wanted to share with the person opposite. After a long time, she waited until Qiandai finished speaking while the person opposite was listening gently and patiently, and heard the other party's sincere congratulations: " That's great, Chidai."

Qiandai suddenly felt as if a pot of spring water had been soaked in her heart, and it was cool and gentle, she said, "I know it's not good to disturb Fuji so late. But I always feel that such an excited and joyful mood can only be achieved if I talk to Fuji. Calm down slowly."

"So I want to share with Buer, so, Buer, you won't dislike me for disturbing your sweet dreams?"

Hearing the girl's distorted but still unconcealable playful and uneasy voice through the microphone, he smiled slightly, looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky outside the window, and said with a soft smile: "Qiandai can be so impatient I will only be happy if you share your joy with me. Because Qiandai cares about me so much."

Qiandai suddenly felt her face was hot, and she wanted to deny it, but suddenly realized that this was an obvious fact, she couldn't deny it, so she could only keep silent.

Hearing the shallow and gentle breathing, like a vine wrapped around his ear, he said with a smile: "Okay, have you calmed down now? Go to sleep quickly when you calm down, don't stay up late, it's not good for your body good."

Qiandai's heart moved slightly, and the smile on her face became brighter and gentler. She turned into the microphone and blurted out: "Well, then let's sleep together."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly felt that the sentence was a little ambiguous, and quickly wanted to add an explanation, but who knew that the person on the opposite side was obviously in a good mood and said: "Well, then let's sleep together. Good night, Qiandai."

Uh, realizing that she seemed to be the only one caring about, Qiandai was a little ashamed, said "Good night" hastily, and hung up the phone.

Fuji put down the phone, lay on his back on the soft pillow, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and felt the cool temperature. After a long time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured: "It's good to sleep together... What, Chidai."

The author has something to say: the more I write this article, the worse it gets. I can’t stand it anymore. I really want to give up, but I feel sorry for everyone...

But it's really uncomfortable. I wrote with all my heart, but slowly turned into such a plausible appearance. The reduced collection, and you who can't bear to let me down, all make me suffer.

Fortunately, there are still you, accompany me to go down.

Starting today, I will keep updating daily and try to finish this article that I think has failed as soon as possible.

Maybe modern texts are really not suitable for me. In the future, I will write more ancient texts. When I think I can do it, I will write Wang Wang Tongren again. At that time, I hope that I will not write articles that make me so sad.

Thank you for listening to my nagging, and the update will officially resume tomorrow.

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