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[Drip... System mailbox prompt tone]

Qin Dongjun opened the system mailbox with some dismay.

It seems that I haven't heard this voice for a long time.

[The literary belief value reaches 100,000 points, please pay attention to check the gift package.] ]

Open the system mailbox and find that a lot of gift packages have been accumulated, and I haven't paid attention to it before.

If you think about it like this, it seems that people who grow and hate water Changdong have been updated to the sixth volume.

Coupled with the previous Wukong Legend, now the faith value has accumulated to 100,000?

And so on....

Qin Dongjun suddenly discovered something.

Are the belief values of music and literature counted separately?

Or are the two vests of Qin Dongjun and Qingyu cases counted separately?

If it can be calculated according to a single vest, then can't he get stuck in bugs?

Wuhu ~ takeoff?

Let's lick the bag first.

Literary gift package (hundred) dual-purpose (C-grade talent): If one side is full and the other side is recognized, it is one heart and two uses, and it is also invincible and disturbing.

Literary gift pack (thousand) Yan Jian Liu Bone (B-grade talent): Yan Gong's calligraphy pen is thick and rough, and it looks golden and free. Liu Gong's calligraphy is angular and is known for his strong bones. People often use this duo's calligraphy as the most.

Literary gift package (10,000) grass saint rebirth (A-grade talent): claiming that the minister is a wine immortal, Zhang Xu three cups of grass saint, before taking off his hat and revealing the prince, waving his pen like a cloud of smoke. You are the man who knows cursive the best!

Literary gift package (100,000) poetry and wine fairy (S-level talent): How to be happy without poetry and wine, there is a moon and a spring to dispel worries. In the state of drinking, it can continue to stimulate the state of poetry, and ancient and modern famous texts can be used.

Qin Dongjun was also excited for a while, and with these four talents, he would have to make a name for himself in the literary world.

Although he can recall many ancient poems from his memory, when the manpower is exhausted, he cannot recite all the verses like other traversers.

Now with the talent of poetry and wine fairy, it is different.

However

"The system weeds out existing repetitive verses for the database."

"This is a fee item, deducting 1,000 faith points."

What? Unexpectedly robbed while the fire is fired?

This goods should not be intercepted privately, right?

Although 1000 faith points are just drizzle, the feeling of being fleeced is very unpleasant.

Qin Dongjun finally agreed.

The licking session is over.

In order to confirm the thoughts in his heart, Qin Dongjun decided to post some literary works on the ontology Weibo to try to see if it would increase the value of faith.

Since it is posted on Weibo, it should not be too long, and short stories are best.

This makes it easier to refer to the data.

The world's three major short story masters are: Maupassant, Chekov, and O'Henry.

All three masters were critical realists, and most of their short stories were both ironic and humorous.

If he personally prefers, then Qin Dongjun's choice must be this story.

......

Since Jingwen fanned Qin Dongjun, she immediately organized a fan group and became a fan.

This was unimaginable before, perhaps he no longer wanted to ride the wall, and this time he planned to focus on Qin Dongjun.

Of course, if Qin Dongjun has any behavior that does not conform to her "view of choosing a mate", then don't blame her for turning black.

But at least so far, the other party has not revealed any black material, which makes her more satisfied.

The recent "National Idol" next door has collapsed countless houses, and various brokerage companies have shown their skills, which is really eight immortals crossing the sea to show their talents.

Let many passers-by eat melons until they burp.

Just when Jingwen was contented to brush all kinds of big melons in the entertainment industry, the avatar of the fan base began to beat continuously in autumn and autumn.

【@所有人, hurry up! Go see the boss's Weibo update. ]

Shocked countless diving fans for a while, Jingwen, as the group leader, of course, was the first time Weibo jumped the Weibo link.

I still remember the first time I saw the ID of the other party [Unpopular Singer Qin Dongjun V], Jingwen had countless grooves in her heart to vomit.

I have seen more, but there is a strange coolness.

Especially when the new fans have just arrived, the comment area has become a sea of joy.

[If you don't understand, ask, I'm new, why is the boss an unpopular singer?] Was Weibo set up on purpose? 】

【Music apprentice Chen Yongnian, cover singer Qi Huan, newcomer debuted Nalan Yan, broken music singer Deng Jiao, feel it upstairs. 【

Ahhh... This.

Jingwen smiled and flipped through the latest comment before pulling to the top.

Maggie's Gift

is such a strange name.

This story may be foreign, Jingwen thought to herself.

[A piece of eight cents and seven cents.] It's all here. Six cents of it were still made of copper. These coppers were hard buckled one or two at a time to the grocers, greengrocers, and butcher owners; Although people did not say it explicitly, they always felt that this kind of transaction was too stingy, and their faces were red at that time. Della counted three times. It's still eight cents and seven cents, and the next day is Christmas. Is

the protagonist Della? The next day was Christmas, but the family was clearly not rich. Jingwen also sighed.

[There is obviously no other way but to cry on that shabby little bed. Della did just that. It's a spiritual emotion that she believes that life is made up of sobs, sobs, and smiling, and sobbing accounts for the vast majority of it.

Jingwen feels sympathy for Della, but isn't that what life is?

[After Della cried, she poured some powder on the plane of her face.]

She stood in front of the window and stared blankly at the gray backyard outside, where a gray cat was walking on the gray fence.

Tomorrow was Christmas, and she only had an eight-cent-and-seven dollar to buy Jim a present. For months, she saved everything she could, but that's all. Ten dollars a week is unused.

There was always more to spend than she budgeted. It's always like this. There was only one piece of eight cents and seven cents to buy Jim a present. Her Jim!

In order to buy three good things for him, Della planned for several days with pleasure. To buy something delicate, rare and truly valuable—enough to give Jim is rare, but it has to be commensurate. It

turns out that Della is bothered to buy gifts of the same value for Jim on Christmas Day, and Jingwen thinks to herself, but isn't Christmas a one-way gift from men to women?

Draco is such a good woman!

She suddenly turned from the window and stood in front of the wall mirror. Her eyes were shining, but her face was pale in twenty seconds. She quickly untied her hair and let it fall down. The

story just wrote here, Jingwen has been completely immersed in Della's perspective, and she can't wait to turn the next page.

[And the Dragims are particularly proud of two things, one is Jim's three generations of ancestral gold watches, and the other is Della's hair.]

If the queen would live in the apartment across the patio, Della would one day hang her hair out the window to dry, dwarfing the queen's jewels and gifts.

If the king had piled up all his wealth in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his gold watch every time he passed there, so that the king would blow his beard and glare with jealousy. It

seems too fairy to write the story here, but Jingwen likes this kind of metaphor very much.

The couple is really cute.

[At this moment, Della's beautiful hair was scattered on her body, like a small brown waterfall, rushing and shining. Her hair fell to the bottom of her knees, as if she had covered a dress. She nervously brushed her hair again. She hesitated for a moment and stood quietly, a tear or two splashed down the worn red carpet.

Jingwen couldn't bear to continue the story, and seemed to have foreseen what this beautiful woman in the story was going to do.

She stopped in front of a sign that read: "Lady Franconia – a business of hair items.] Della ran up a flight of stairs, panting and calming herself. The lady was fat, excessively white, and looked cold, not quite worthy of the name "Safrani."

"Are you going to buy my hair?" Della asked.

"I buy my hair," said Madame, "and take off my hat and show me what it looks like." "

The brown waterfall poured down.

"Twenty dollars," Madame said, grabbing her hair in an expertly manner.

"Hurry up and give me the money." Della said.

Oh, and the next two hours flew by as if they had rose-colored wings.

Jingwen sighed secretly, sure enough, this woman still sold her hair after all.

When she met this kind of woman, her husband was really happy.