After rebirth, I became a great writer

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The so-called smoking is to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog, enjoying the pleasure of sucking in and then spitting out. Seeing the smoke is short, this is the authentic fun of smoking.

Of course, Xi Mingjue didn't understand these things. He usually neither smoked nor drank. He was a good young man who did not take any cigarettes or alcohol. But he needed to anesthetize himself after failure. There were only two people who could anesthetize people, and it was also a must-have for every decadent person, so tobacco and alcohol.

The wine and cigarettes in this room are not his. Xi Mingjue took them from another room, which is his brother's.

Xi MG live with his brother. Their parents are far away from abroad and can't come back a few times a year.

And his brother is a romantic wanderer who often doesn't have to stay at home, so Xi Mingjue is usually the only one at home.

At this time, a harsh music sounded in the room, which was the ringtone of the cell phone.

The reason why it is said to be harsh is for MG Xi. For him, any sound now is harsh.

I didn't want to answer this call, but MG Xi didn't want to move, and I was afraid that it was called by the organizer of the Youth Literature Ceremony. They have called MG Xi in the past two days, asking him whether he would attend the ceremony.

The harsh music was still tenacious, and MG Xi finally couldn't help it. He stood up with difficulty and found his cell phone among a pile of messy toilet paper.

When he saw the notes on the phone screen, MG Nishi's eyes turned red and tears flowed out.

The note on the mobile phone screen is, brother.

"Hey brother."

After only saying this, Xi Mingjue's voice choked and couldn't speak.

In Ximingjue's heart, his brother was the person he admired the most. Even when he was the most proud and when he was the fifth most glorious young writer, he thought he was far from comparable to his brother.

"Well, Xiaoruo, what are you doing? Are you secretly shooting flying objects by someone alone again!"

A teasing smile came from the other side of the phone.

Xi Mingjue didn't say anything for a long time, and he was in no mood to joke at this moment.

"Xiao Chao, what's wrong! Tell me about something."

I heard something was wrong, and the voice over there became extremely serious.

But MG Xi could no longer speak, just cried bitterly, like a child who had suffered a lot of grievances and met a long-lost relative, and didn't know how to express his grievances.

"Xiao Chao, what's wrong? You said, there's still a big deal."

Xi Mingjue still didn't speak.

Until the phone hangs up.

At this moment, thousands of miles away from West MG, there was a luxurious five-star hotel room.

A handsome man was lying on the bed halfway, holding a cell phone in one hand, while the other was swimming on the person next to him.

That was a charming woman.

And this man is Xi Mingjue's brother Xiang Anran.

"What's wrong, An Ran?"

Feeling his hand stopped, the woman asked in confusion.

"It seems that something happened to my brother, so he didn't even speak when asked. No, I have to hurry up and go home to take a look."

"What? Are you going back to Kyoto? Now? No, Anran, we have a press conference in the afternoon. You must attend, and the company has arranged it. If you leave, what should you do if you do this press conference?"

The woman was shocked and anxiously grabbed Xiang Anran's hand and refused to let him leave.

"Even if it's a big deal, it's not as important as my brother. Let go of your hands."

Xiang Anran said coldly, with no gentleness on his face as he had just been lingering. Even when he saw the woman holding his hand, there was a look of disgust in his eyes.

The woman quickly let go of her hand. She knew Xiang Anran very well. Although she was cynical, she was a romantic wanderer and didn't care much about anything.

But Xiang Anran has one thing that is most important and his bottom line, that is his younger brother.

"Anran, you just need to buy a plane ticket when you go back now, and it will be evening when you get on the plane. I think we should figure out what happened to your brother first. This is the most important thing."

"Hmm? What you said makes sense, but my brother doesn't like to go out normally. Unless there are important activities, they write articles at home. If he can't even say anything, he can't even say anything that makes him cry, he hung up the phone."

Xiang Anran, who had just put on her clothes, felt that what the woman said made sense and stopped going out.

"Writing articles? An Ran, is your younger brother also a writer? Are you writing online articles or physical articles?"

The woman didn't know who Xiang Anran's younger brother was, and Xiang Anran rarely mentioned his younger brother's affairs.

"Yes, he wrote both online and physical, mainly about youth literature. His pen name is Ximingjue."

Xiang Anran rarely talks about his younger brother, because his reputation is not very good in the circle. So as long as others don’t ask, he won’t take the initiative to say it.

Xiang Anran is also a writer and is very famous in the writer circle. However, half of his fame depends on his fame of writing books, and the other half is his romanticism. Whether it is his own female fans, colleagues in his company, female authors in the industry, or passers-by, as long as he can get started, he can miss it and must not be let go.

What he admires most is that he passes through the flowers and leaves don’t touch his body. In layman’s terms, he doesn’t recognize people when he wears clothes, and in the words of girls, he is a scumbag.

For this reason, many writers in the industry are very despised by him. Because of his bad reputation, the Writers Association also refused to join, even if he had reached the standards of entering the Writers Association.

Strictly speaking, Xiang Anran is one of the rare talented creative writers in the circle of writers. He has written many works on topics, from youth literature to physical books and martial arts, and even history. And each work is of high quality in the genre.

One highlight of Xiang Anran's works is that their writing style is excellent. All the works they write are gorgeous and famous in the industry. Even though many writers dislike his behavior, they have to admit that this person's writing skills are really profound.

"My Mate of the West!"

Hearing this name, the woman called out in surprise. She didn't expect that Xi Mingjue was this younger brother.

"The two don't look very similar!"

The woman looked at Xiang Anran carefully and then compared it with Xi Mingjue in her mind. Finally, she concluded that these two were indeed not very similar. Otherwise, she would not be able to recognize them.

This is also because few people will remember the real names of ordinary writers, and everyone remembers them as the pseudonyms of the writers. So the woman did not know that Xiang Anran and Xi Mingjue were brothers.

There is also a writer in the industry who does not have a pseudonym, Xiang Anran, who originally had it. However, no one remembers that pseudonym.

People in the industry, including readers, like to call him his nickname, Mr. Xiang, who is a hypocritical man and gentleman. He is a mocking man and woman, but his private life is extremely chaotic.

Over time, Xiang Anran also gave up his original pseudonym and signed his real name directly when writing his work.

"An Ran. I know what happened to your brother."

The woman said word by word.

I just finished writing, thank you for your subscription support! I will go home tomorrow. It’s a bit late to pack up! Sorry!

(End of this chapter)