After Ye Mingjun admitted that he had not been touched by people's feelings, Ji Mo never doubted this, because the immortals did not seem to be obviously angry, even if they were treated rudely, they did not show any anger. people.
However, if you think about it carefully, even the set heaven and man can change with the environment, not to mention the naturally generated Ye Mingjun.
No, he knew that the immortals were afraid of Ye Mingjun's emotional injury and arranged "The Great Wilderness" to let him cut off the world, precisely because they thought that Ye Mingjun could be emotional, or even easy to be tempted.
Ji Mo actually understood that the reason why he used Ye Mingjun's ruthlessness to warn himself to stay away from immortals was just a lack of self-confidence. He doesn't have the confidence to make the immortals be moved by himself, who doesn't understand love at all, and is even more afraid that he won't be able to keep calm. Once he falls in love, he will start to be unreasonable and sensitive and suspicious, and gradually become something that Ye Mingjun doesn't like. As the immortal said, what he lacks the most is confidence and courage.
Ji Mo's most courageous moment in his life was the day he first decided to become a professional writer. He carefully counted the number of authors who signed up every year and the proportion of works data that was enough to support himself. The final conclusion was that he would pick one out of every hundred.
This is a profession that has no guarantees and no stability at all. Even if it is hot for a while, once the spiritual energy is exhausted, it will quickly disappear. Either become a god and eat half a lifetime, or write routine essays with confidence to win by quantity, or, if you can't do both, you will waste time in vain, and you will have no job resume when you are old. You can only rely on relationships to find a job to hang around.
"You have to understand that this is a profession that if you don't get along, even after a few years, you will still be inferior to a grass-roots office worker when you go on a blind date."
Ji Mo still remembers the warning Shen Hei gave when he first heard about his goal, but at that time, he only understood one thing as a teenager - a writer needs time to accumulate, he must start planning for the future from now on, only in this way Only then can he have room to fail, to adjust himself according to the actual situation, and to be more likely to succeed.
All calm planning is for that irrational dream. This is the original Ji Mo. Although he stubbornly gave himself such a shameful pseudonym just because he thought it was fun, his mind was full of unreliable expectations and fantasies. , For this goal that people around him think is unrealistic, after all, he forced himself to go down step by step.
"because I like it!"
Silently recalling the expression on his face when he typed this line to reply to Shen Hei, Ji Mo smiled silently. It was the most unconfident reason in the world, and also the most irresistible reason.
Now, does he like Ye Mingjun
I like it, such a warm and bright fairy who always cherishes him, I liked it very much from the beginning.
Yes, I like it. The probability of success is not zero. For a person named Ji Mo, as long as this is the case, it is enough to devote a lifetime to pursue it.
Alcohol numbs the reason he is trying to protect himself, and also makes him temporarily forget the warning of pain. Putting aside all reality and speculation about the future, this is the first time Ji Mo has faced his own heart. He knew that he had to be crazy for a while now, or he would never have the courage to take the initiative to seize hope when the heat on his body dissipated.
"Mr. Song, what can I do to make Lord Ye Ming understand what you're talking about?"
Gently asked these bold words, Ji Mo was asking, but he had no hesitation in his heart. No matter whether he is holding a red line or a dog leash, since it is in his hand, Ye Mingjun at the other end of the line must pack it up and take it home. This bead kept teasing him and seducing him, and finally hooked up his true temperament that he had suppressed for a long time. If so, don't even think about running away.
Ye Mingjun, this time, I put all the courage I have left in my life on you, I hope you don't let me lose too badly... No, please accompany me to win to the end.
This is the self-confidence that I have been discouraged after failure, just for you.
Unexpectedly, Ji Mo, who was at a loss about his feelings before, would suddenly say these words. Song Qiao looked at him in surprise, only to realize that this person was serious. Before, he refused to come out of the closet, but when he tore his sleeves, he was more happy than anyone else. He broke his sleeves cleanly without hearing a single sound.
"I've seen a lot of people who think of being a writer as a dream, but this is the first person who has made a detailed plan from the very beginning of his freshman year and insisted on it for three years without interruption. A person with a clear mind and self-control, No matter what you do, your grades will not be bad.”
Thinking of Shen Hei's evaluation of Ji Mo again at the party, Song Qiao suddenly understood the emotion and sigh on his old friend's face at that time. This was the youthful spirit that they had completely lost after compromising with reality. They thought it was destined to happen. I fell badly, and on the other hand, I secretly hoped that someone could persist in accomplishing my unfinished goals, telling them that it was not impossible.
Probably, this is the last orgy of the idealists
Suddenly such an idea came to him, Song Qiao didn't know what such a person would look like when they fell in love, but he knew very well that Ji Mo, a person who was like a madman, didn't need advice from reality, so he only He responded with a smile: "I've never been a geek, how do I know that you're a geek, feel it yourself."
Seeing that this person made a wave of assists but chose to drop the call at the critical moment, Ji Mo's mouth twitched instantly, "please do it now, thank you."
Hearing the dissatisfaction with his words, Song Qiao did not refute, but only joked: "No, no, my current character is a single old father, and I don't care about anything but my son."
"Then eat, I'll go."
However, once Ji Mo got out of the limitation of reason, the power of action that broke out was inestimable to ordinary people. After a sip of the wine in his hand, he actually got up and went straight to his room.
He had to talk about this love today. Song Qiao, an old fritter, dared not interfere in other people's feelings to provide strategies. He went up to open up the wasteland himself! He couldn't believe that he couldn't get a Ye Mingjun!
Big brother, can you drink enough? Is this momentum going to eat people or be eaten by people...
He was stunned to see the priest Chen Xing, who had never been close to strangers, just went out. Song Qiao poured out the empty jug and silently imagined the scene of the typhoon crossing the border when this person woke up tomorrow. Suddenly, he started. Consider whether you should find a place to hide first, lest a certain Morningstar priest kill someone out of shame.
Heaven can learn from this, it was this person who kept drinking and became like this, but he did nothing but emotional counseling.
Shaking his head helplessly, Song Qiao knew that what he should do now is not gossip, and he only caught the god attendant passing by in the corridor, so he smiled and said: "This little brother, the pigeons on the beam are very beautiful, troublesome. Grab it and let me see."
The identity that the high priest gave Song Qiao was also a guest of the temple, and the divine servant would naturally not refuse his request, and soon a snow-white pigeon was bound and sent into his hands.
Gently stroking the bird's nervous body because of the arrest, Song Qiao narrowed his eyes. As he expected, Su Ge was so curious about God, he must have sent a pigeon to observe it secretly.
There are three ways that Suger uses pigeons. The first is to attach himself here to detect and transmit information. The second is to share the vision with all pigeons at the same time. However, both of them require him to separate part of his mind and actively control. Pigeons are all over the place, let them remember everything they see, and take time to read them one by one.
At this time, Su Ge was talking to Lord Ye Ming, and he should have no time to distract himself and observe them. Out of caution, Song Qiao still tentatively asked, "High priest?"
Seeing that the pigeon in his hand was still pecking at the rope that bound his claws, he seemed to have no idea what this human was talking about. Song Qiao was relieved. Sure enough, Su Ge was not vigilant about him to the point where he needed to personally investigate, just an ordinary pigeon It's a good deal.
Reaching out and scratching the fluff on the neck of the white dove, he brought the wine glass close to the dove and forced it to peck a few times. Then he gently placed the unsteady dove on the table and said proudly, "I know you best. The person is still the father, right?"
Even after so many years, Su Ge's settings Song Qiao is still familiar with, and it is easy to deduce each other's actions. Therefore, thinking of Su Ge's envious eyes when he looked at Ji Mo and Ye Mingjun, he felt in his heart. Not feeling well after all.
The brains of birds are not developed, even if the flying feather pigeon raised by Su Ge is a monster, the alcohol is enough to make it forget all the information today. After confirming that it was half asleep and half awake, Song Qiao stroked the white dove a little desolately, as if this was the Su Ge he didn't dare to face now, "I didn't arrange a heroine for you because of my own temperament, but now I regret it a little bit. , if you give your lover the ability, you won't be so alone."
All these years after changing jobs, Song Qiao finally lived a life that was recognized by his family and respected by the people around him, just as others judged him - you are a genius, as long as you want to do it, you can do it. However, over the years, he has never dreamed again.
Song Qiao's family is very good, and he has had a smooth life since he was a child. He has always maintained his own arrogance when he grew up with praise.
So, when the editor told him to prepare a few ambiguous female characters for Sugdo, learn from the dark black how to set up the best villain, and threatened not to do so, "Sacred Master" will not have a good list in the future. , he chose to leave without hesitation. The idea at the time was actually very naive. He couldn't find a good job with his doctorate degree from a prestigious school. Why should he aggrieved himself for doing such a thing to please others
His father almost happily paid the liquidated damages for him. Seeing that all the relatives and friends around him were happy that the rebellious child had finally returned to the prodigal son, Song Qiao was relieved and returned to the real world with peace of mind.
In fact, thinking about it now, the difficulty of peace at that time was nothing compared to the troubles at work. This is not a world where you can act recklessly if you are a little young, and he is not talented enough to be compromised by the website. The fact that It has only disappeared for half a year, and few readers still remember Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Everyone thinks that they are the protagonist of the high-spirited villain in the novel, but unfortunately, they are often slapped by reality in the end. It tells you, wake up, the world will not change without you, you are just an ordinary player in Earth OL.
After learning to feel wronged and be tactful in society, Song Qiao lived a good life. However, even if he told himself time and time again that this was the best choice, when Su Ge in his dream whispered to him, "I God, I just want to know, why don't you want me anymore?", his limbs stiffened, and he was brought into this world without any struggle.
"I don't want to admit it..."
With a sigh, he untied the ropes that tied the pigeon, and straightened out the messy feathers on his body due to the struggle. Song Qiao still didn't know how to answer this question. He drank the rest of the wine without looking drunk again The pigeon, who only said lightly, "Don't envy Ye Junhou. This time, Dad doesn't want a clear reputation, but whatever you want, I'll give it to you."
Now he is not for the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties who can turn around and leave in a moment of anger. He has adapted to the social rules and has become a senior player in it. Those things that cannot be given to Su Ge because of his arrogance and arrogance are now required one by one. make up. For this goal, there is still a lot of information to be sorted out, and he has no time to drink.
To be a father, you should always look erudite in front of your son, right
Following Song Qiao's departure, the servants of the gods also came to pick up the leftovers as usual. However, to their surprise, the white dove, who had already been sleeping, suddenly stood up intact and thoughtfully faced the person who had left. The back of his head tilted his head, ignoring the surprised look of the god attendant, he just picked up the wine glass Song Qiao had just used and flew out the window lightly.
The author has something to say: Ji Mo (sadly): Regular updates are the professional ethics of writers.
Author: But the pleasure of betrayal is irresistible!
Ji Mo (pulling out the scroll): Do you know what the consequences of betraying morality in the temple will be
Author (second counseling): More, of course, codewords make me happy!
Onlookers who don't know the truth—
Suger: Cuckoo cuckoo.
Ye Mingjun: Draw a card to pass the time ING
System: Congratulations to player Ye Mingjun for drawing an SR card and wanting to pick up your Ji Mo.
Ye Mingjun: Just draw a miracle? ?