I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 109 Remaining Draft

Song Zhujun was still saying something, but his voice became quieter.

But Mu Wanwan heard it clearly.

She said: "Abao, you are the one who should let go of your heart."

She also said: "I'm really tired."

Mu Wanwan looked at the empty night sky. Perhaps the lights in Fangfang City were too bright and Mu Wanwan could not see a single star.

When she lowered her head again, Song Zhujun had already closed his eyes.

She looked at Feng Yuan with complicated eyes.

Feng Yuan raised the tea cup and gestured to her.

Mu Wanwan said nothing, lowered her head and smiled bitterly.

Memories of the past become increasingly blurry as we move forward.

She couldn't even remember how she set up the character of the protagonist of "Wind Whispers" at that time. But she still firmly remembered the face covered with black marks and blood.

It was Song Ming, and it was also where she decided to start. It was the connection of countless nights of nightmares. She was awakened day and night by this face, so when she started writing, she put him at the front.

That's right.

The first person to appear in "Wind Whisper Jue" is Song Ming.

She has been writing books for seven years, but only "Wind Whisper Jue" made a splash. And all this is just because her readers said that in the book, they seemed to have really seen that world.

She has a lot to say on this issue.

She has been dreaming every night since she was about twenty years old, and the dream always started with a scary face, followed by a boy dressed in black. She closed her eyes in fear, and then opened them again.

At that time, there was blood on the young man's face that had not been cleaned up, and there was a small bright red mole on his eyelids.

The small mole turned bright red in front of her, and then pulled her into a dream that seemed to be real. She cried in the dream, laughed in the dream, and saw the boy turn into a villain step by step.

Devil, when she opened her eyes again, she could only touch her soaked pillow and clutch her swollen and painful heart.

So she began to plan and turn everything in her dreams into novels written by her.

But the content of the dream was complicated, and she experienced it over and over again, and started over again from the beginning, before she finally figured out some logic.

She wrote them on paper, but found that she couldn't write them anyway.

There seemed to be a force in the dark that was preventing her from writing, but in the end she did it anyway.

After sending it out, the results were pretty good, and she was a little happy. But more and more problems followed. She tried her best to make her memory fragments logically written smoothly, but the progress was not smooth.

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Until, she found a burned scrap manuscript in the box where she packed her old belongings.

The story background and character settings are very similar, and even except for the slightly immature writing style, it can be said that it coincides with everything that comes out of Her now.

So she completed "The Secret of Wind Whispers" through her dreams and the burned fragments.

It's just that the process took too long, and it took so long that she changed from a college student with hope of living to a tired social animal who just wanted to die.

Over the course of seven years, what might have been a beautiful story turned into a tragic script in which almost everyone died.

It also creates various tragedies for the characters in the book.

For example, Song Zhujun, with his guilt for Song Ming, carried Song Ming's ambition with a heavy burden.

Another example is Xiao Fengyuan, who clearly should have held the script of Heaven's Proud Man, trampled all the sufferings under his feet, and finally became a bright young man like Xiao Fengyu.

Just like Xiao Fengyu, he should have been under the wings of his master and senior brother, and he should have had smooth sailing and a worry-free life.

There are so many people.

When the night wind blew again, Mu Wanwan felt her cheeks were slightly cold, and Song Zhujun in her arms did not sleep very peacefully.

Feng Yuan walked behind Mu Wanwan.

"Why are you crying?" Mu Wanwan reached out and took the handkerchief from Feng Yuan.

After thinking for a while, he said: "I'm wondering what it would be like if there were no villains or monsters here, and everyone just lived an ordinary and happy life."

Feng Yuan did not speak. When Mu Wanwan looked at him, she vaguely saw a hint of yearning in his eyes. Mu Wanwan did not dare to think deeply about the deep meaning behind this yearning and quickly lowered her head.

Feng Yuan slowly said at this time: "It should be very beautiful!" After a pause, he added: "This place is originally very beautiful, isn't it?"

Mu Wanwan smiled and nodded: "Except there are no stars tonight, everything is fine."

Feng Yuan stretched out his hand and pointed: "If there is a mirror between heaven and earth, then how can the night-proof windproof city below not be counted as the White Jade Capital in the sky?"

As soon as I finished saying this, music came from somewhere, melodious and melodious, it really felt like a fairy palace in the sky.

"If you didn't have to carry anything, you would be much happier."

When Feng Yuan lowered his head to look at Mu Wanwan, she had already closed her eyes.

Jiang Yingsi changed his direction and lay on his back, looking at Feng Yuan.

There was a tenderness that Chunfeng couldn't understand in Feng Yuan's eyes, and a smile that warmed to Chunfeng's lips.

He suddenly began to doubt whether his persistence was really right.

Feng Yuan suddenly raised his eyes at this moment and saw Jiang Yingsi looking at him with a complicated expression: "What? You can't sleep either? Do you want me to give you the Sleeping Technique?"

Jiang Yingsi pursed her lips, gave Feng Yuan a blank look, and then turned back.

Feng Yuan took off his shirt and covered Mu Wanwan.

Jiang Yingsi turned around and saw it. After thinking about it, she walked over. She took off her outer shirt and covered Song Zhujun.

Feng Yuan sneered and silently walked to the edge of the terrace.

Jiang Yingsi followed closely, and Feng Yuan turned to look at him.

"Junior Brother Jiang, it's time now, so you don't need to follow me."

Jiang Yingcai looked at him and suddenly said: "Feng Yuan, are you a good person or a bad person?"

Feng Yuan laughed out loud: "Fourth Master Uncle is such a shrewd person, but he actually raised a stupid apprentice. What do you think?"

Seeing Feng Yuan throw the question back to him, Jiang Yingsi lay on the railing.

"I don't know. When I was young, due to a disaster in my hometown, the entire village was basically wiped out. I was the only one who survived by relying on the food squeezed from the mouths of the villagers. I am lucky to have met my master.

But I’m different from you. Senior Brother Xiao is from an aristocratic family, Senior Sister Meng has a harmonious family, and Junior Sister Huaiyu, although I don’t know her details, doesn’t look like someone who has lived a hard life. Even the new Junior Brother Su is the richest man in the world.

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Zi. My poor knowledge originally made me ashamed to speak out. In addition, after entering Taiyan Palace, I only knew how to practice swordsmanship, which basically isolated me from the outside world. I don’t know how to tell whether a person is a good person or a bad person. I

I only know what Master and Uncle want me to know and implement. But after leaving Taiyan Palace, everyone told me not to be biased against you and to look at you with my heart. I can’t see it, so

All I can do is ask."

Feng Yuan sighed.

"Junior Brother Jiang, look at yourself first. How can one of the best swordsmen of the younger generation in this world be so arrogant?" He paused and then said: "If you really don't know how to feel the good and bad of others with your heart, then don't feel it.

Whether others are good or bad, just follow your heart. Even if you still treat me like you did before, it doesn't matter."

That night, Feng Yuan and Jiang Yingsi stood on the terrace of Taotie House, blowing the cold wind all night long.

(End of chapter)