The Body Swap Game

After a while of darkness, Xia Yu saw the still unfamiliar desk.

Wen Ziying is still in her hometown in the countryside.

On the table, there was a stack of manuscript paper, on which only the words "Lost Road" were written.

This should be the title of the novel.

"What kind of story are you going to write?" Xia Yu asked.

He originally thought that what Wen Ziying was going to write was a love story that she was good at, but Wen Ziying's answer exceeded his expectations.

Wen Ziying said: "Five people took a shortcut and found that no matter how they walked, they couldn't get out of this road. They entered the forest next to them and wanted to go straight through, but they were attacked by monsters."

"Thriller novel?" Xia Yu was surprised.

"Yeah." Wen Ziying's tone was calm, it didn't look like she was joking.

After thinking for a while, Xia Yu asked, "The hero and heroine who were on the verge of breaking up, have deepened their relationship through various disasters, and finally managed to escape and get back together again?"

This is a very routine plot, but most of the best-selling novels and best-selling movies are like this.

"The front is, but the back is not." Wen Ziying chuckled twice, "The two couples slowly reconciled, but they both died."

Wen Ziying continued, with excitement in her words: "I will write a little more secretly, write about a couple who only care about each other and a couple with a spirit of fraternity, and write about an ordinary single man."

Xia Yu pondered for a while, and somewhat guessed what Wen Ziying meant.

Sure enough, what Wen Ziying said was similar to what he thought.

Wen Ziying said: "At the beginning of the story, readers will think I am writing about the theme of mutual understanding. The theme, the fraternal couple will definitely survive, but in the end, the fraternal one also died because of sympathy for the monster, and only ordinary single men survived!"

"Although it feels great from the author's point of view, as a reader, it seems a bit abusive." Xia Yu gently reminded Wen Ziying that writing like this might hit the street.

"It's okay, as long as I'm happy." Wen Ziying didn't seem to care at all in her words, but Xia Yu sensed some panic from the girl.

It seems that she still cares about book sales. After all, the last time I was said a little bit by a reader, I became so sad.

Wen Ziying had nothing else to do. Xia Yu stood up, walked casually, and looked at the scenery around her.

It is almost four o'clock in the afternoon now, the sun has long lost the warmth of noon, and the countryside is even colder.

When Xia Yu was thinking about whether he could light a fire in the woods behind and play, Wen Ziying said to him, "Can you go to the city and get me something?"

"Okay." Xia Yu easily agreed, he was wondering what to do.

He got on the bus to the city and took another taxi. When Xia Yu arrived at Wen Ziying's original residence, it was completely dark.

Taking money out of Wen Ziying's pocket to pay, Xia Yu got out of the car and walked into the building.

Opening the door, Xia Yu took out a stack of manuscript paper from the drawer under Wen Ziying's instructions.

Xia Yu glanced,

It was the draft paper of the novel written by the gangster and the lady warden. It seems that Wen Ziying is honestly planning to use this love story even though her mouth is stiff.

After flipping through it bluntly, Xia Yu found that he had written a lot more plots.

"When did you write it?" Xia Yu was surprised. Unless Wen Ziying spent time on this novel when rushing to finish the draft, she probably didn't have time to write it.

After all, she is in the country these days.

Wen Ziying's voice hadn't been heard for a long time, Xia Yu withdrew his attention from the manuscript paper, sensing Wen Ziying's emotions.

At this moment, Wen Ziying...was a little scared?

You just said that you were fine when you took the manuscript paper, why did you suddenly become frightened?

Looking at the desk, Xia Yu saw the blue letter paper. It was probably the last letter from the pen pal who sent a letter saying that the novel was not good, which made Wen Ziying so depressed that she hid in the country.

Before Xia Yu was about to ask, Wen Ziying's mood returned to normal.

"What's wrong?" Xia Yu didn't ask directly, Wen Ziying didn't know that he could feel her emotions.

"Nothing." Wen Ziying's words were also a little downcast.

Sure enough, there are some problems.

Before, Xia Yu felt that it was too much of a fuss for Wen Ziying to hide in the countryside because of that little thing. Although it was normal for a writer to have a lot of mental stress, his ability to withstand stress was not normal.

He recalled the information he had entrusted Yu Ningmeng to get from Wen Ziying's former neighbor.

In the intelligence, the neighbor said that sometimes he could hear faint crying.

The clue of crying could point to various problems, such as poverty, weakness, stupidity, etc. Xia Yu had no way of judging something of value.

Could it be that Wen Ziying is a perfectionist, as long as a book is even slightly scolded, her mentality will be out of balance?

While guessing idly, Xia Yu put the manuscript paper in the folder and left the room.

When he came downstairs, he was about to reach out to hail a taxi when he heard Wen Ziying say, "The one coming to your right is the one who sent me the letter from Bao Huijia last time. Pay attention."

The "White Bird" TV series failed, and Bao Huijia put the blame on Wen Ziying. Xia Yu later helped her clarify. Before the clarification, Wen Ziying received a letter of accusation.

Xia Yu guessed at the time that the letter was written by Wen Ziying's neighbor, but now it seems that it is.

Looking at the man who was not tall but very bulky walking towards him, Xia Yu asked Wen Ziying, "What's his situation?"

"After that, he sent me another letter, which happened to catch him." Wen Ziying explained, "He didn't apologize, but he felt that I used my influence in the industry to push the matter to Bao Huijia. Bao Huijia said That's the truth."

Hearing this, Xia Yu took a closer look at the man who came over. This guy had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he was still a fan.

The man quickly came to Xia Yu and stopped.

He didn't speak, but stood in front of Xia Yu and stared at Xia Yu.

Wen Ziying's body was shorter than a man's, so if Xia Yu wanted to look at each other without falling behind, he had to raise his head, which was very troublesome.

"What do you want?" Xia Yu asked impatiently.

"To Bao Huijia, don't you have anything to say?" the man asked confidently.

"I don't have anything to say to Bao Huijia, but I do to you," Xia Yu replied.

The man was a little surprised and curious, but he quickly adjusted his mentality.

He folded his arms, straightened his waist, and looked down at Xia Yu: "What?"

"Sand sculpture." Xia Yu replied with a smile.

"What?" The man couldn't believe his ears.

"A sand sculpture without ears." Xia Yu provoked again.

The man flushed.

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