"The author is great, why did the novel lose contact?"
"Yeah, I woke up early in the morning and it was 404. I was fine last night."
"It took a lot of effort to update two chapters, but why are they gone?"
"It's not like you violated some taboo and got fucked by everyone, right?"
"It's impossible. I just write novels. As long as I avoid the supernatural and ghosts, the urban and gun-related, and the fairy tales and fantasy and religion, I won't be blocked at all."
"Upstairs, 666, it's so hard for the author right now. I feel bad for a second."
At six o'clock in the afternoon, when he hung up the phone, Fang Jing was drooling and his throat was about to smoke. His cell phone had not stopped talking since morning.
Qingcheng, Wudang, Shaolin, Huashan, Hengshan, Taishan, he apologized to everyone one by one. Fortunately, he did not write the story of Yitian Slaying the Dragon, otherwise he would have to run dozens of sects alone...
After seeing the news in the book club, he quickly made an announcement.
"Everyone! This book is completely fictitious. Any similarities are purely coincidental. You should not go to Shaolin to buy the Yi Jin Jing. There are also people who go to Huashan to think about crossing the cliff. Aren't you afraid that the Sky Plank Road is so high? Don't cause trouble to the staff.
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"I am currently apologizing to several sects. If I am not forgiven, this book may be sealed for life. I will rest for the next few days. I will let you know when updates will resume."
"Old Tie Liuliuliu! This is the first time in my life that I have seen someone come to me for writing a novel."
"I just want to know who was the person who went to the Shaolin Temple to buy the Yi Jin Jing? How could there be such a stupid person... Did you buy it?"
"I played in Huashan once the year before last, but I didn't think about crossing the cliff. Please don't join in the fun."
"Residents who have been living at the foot of Songshan Mountain for more than ten years said that there is no Yi Jin Jing, and there is no Zuo Lengchan on the mountain. There are quite a few martial arts schools, and this is where Wang Baoqiang came from..."
On the fourth day of May Day, after all the talk, Swordsman was finally released. The first thing Fang Jing did was to write a 3,000-word chapter at the front.
"The general meaning is that the novel is fiction and has nothing to do with real life. Please don't judge him. In addition, he admires Chinese traditional culture and scenic spots and calls on book friends to read it when they have time."
Although Swordsman has been out of contact for a few days, its popularity has not diminished after such a commotion, but has become a big hit. Everyone wants to see who Qingcheng, Shaolin Temple, and Wudang are looking for.
In the past few days, Fang Jing had written tens of thousands of manuscripts. This was the first time he had saved so many manuscripts. Instead of sending them all out, he set the system to release two chapters a day at regular intervals.
…
"Fang Hui, I'm leaving soon, don't you have anything to say to me? Are you happy to see you like this?"
Looking at the ecstatic Fang Hui at the door of his home, Fang Jing felt that he shouldn't have come back. The food he had cooked in the past few days was in vain.
Fang Hui's smile was as bright as a flower. Fang Jing finally left. The stone in her heart finally fell to the ground. It was really hard to live with multiple parents. They had to take care of everything and disliked everything. She was told the truth every day.
"Brother, goodbye, brother, walk slowly."
"Bang!" The door closed.
Fang Jing wanted to say something more, but he vaguely heard the sound of a phone call.
"Xiaoyin, my brother is gone. When will you come over to play? It's not that I won't let you come. My brother is too fierce. I will beat him whenever he gets angry."
"What? You just want to see my brother? Hey! That's too much! I treat you as my best friend, but you want to be my sister-in-law."
"My brother is not interested in you little brats, so give up. He likes older people."
…
"I'm so tired"
"There are tears of sadness in the eyes"
"The wind of my hometown and the clouds of my hometown"
"Erase the scars for me"
At the airport in Shanghai, a middle-aged man with a weathered face and gray hair was humming this old song softly while carrying a large travel bag. Fang Jing passed by him and felt inexplicably sad after hearing the singing.
When they came out of the airport, the driver Lao Wang had been waiting for a long time. He looked back at the crowded hall and then stepped into the nanny car.
"I was once so passionate!"
"Returning with an empty bag."
…
"How does it feel to be filming for such a long time for the first time?"
"It's very tiring and hard."
"How hard is it? Can you tell me and listen?"
"Have twice the result with half the effort. I'm not good at acting. Others can prepare for a scene in one hour, but I need four or five hours. It's too tiring after a month."
"Besides, is there anything else that makes you happy?"
"Yes, I can make money. When I get millions of dollars in salary, I won't feel tired anymore. All my grievances and dissatisfactions will disappear. I feel like I can still fight for another ten years."
"In addition, I am also very happy to be recognized by others, especially in terms of performance."
"Oh! Why? Aren't you better at music?"
"no the same."
"What's the difference?"
"Because..." Fang Jing was suddenly startled. He opened his eyes and found himself in the living room, lying on a massage chair. In front of him was Yang Ning and a woman named Fu Xin.
Shaking his head, he answered softly: "Because music is my strength, so I don't feel challenged."
He remembered that it was May 7th and Yang Ning had found a psychiatrist for treatment. He seemed to have fallen asleep while chatting just now.
Fu Xin put away the notes and said calmly: "It's not a big deal. Many people are in the same situation as you. There are just too many things in their hearts. Pay attention to releasing them at ordinary times. It's best to find a hobby, such as playing basketball.
Play football, swim, etc.”
"Thank you doctor, I understand." Fang Jing wiped the sweat from his head and raised his hand to look at his watch. Only three minutes had passed.
"Since you're optimistic, it's my turn." Yang Ning suddenly said, "Fang Jing, please wait for me outside for a while. Recently, I've also been suffering from backache, dizziness and insomnia. I just want Doctor Fu to give me a massage."
"oh!"
Seeing Fang Jing go out, Yang Ning turned around and said, "What's going on with him?"
Fu Xin shook his head, "It's just that he has too many things on his mind, and he is very vigilant and will-powerful. He doesn't know what the secret is. He woke up immediately when I mentioned music just now."
"I've only seen this happen to middle-aged people in their thirties and forties. I don't know why this child has so many concerns at such a young age."
Yang Ning's first thought was that Fang Jing's millions disappeared for no reason. Every time his salary was paid, he disappeared. She didn't know where he spent it, and he didn't even ask.
The two came out of the private medical room half an hour later, but did not leave immediately. Yang Ning took Fang Jing to wander around the community.
"Sister Ning, can you help me contact some acting teachers, preferably those who have acted."
"What, you want to learn acting?"
"Yeah!" Fang Jing nodded heavily, "It's not an option to hang out on the set every day. There will definitely be a lot of roles in the future, and the audience will scold you for using the same exaggerated expressions."
"Acting is something you can learn faster if you have a professional teacher to guide you."
"Okay." Yang Ning sighed, "Since you want to learn, I will give you a chance. I will make arrangements after this week."
"As your manager, I still want to remind you not to sacrifice your talents for the sake of the bottom. Remember, you are a singer, and acting is a side job."