Who moved my novel?

"Xuemo, I heard that your article is about to be finished?" Zhao Feng casually walked to the middle of the living room and sat down on the sofa: "It's going to be a million words so soon?"

"Yes." Xue Mo replied casually while typing the words: "I originally felt that a million words was far away, but I didn't expect... that it would be finished so soon."

"What? Can't bear to leave?" Zhao Feng asked while looking at the things in the room casually.

"I feel a little bit reluctant to let go." Xue Mo nodded, but his fingers and eyes never left the phone.

"What are you reluctant to give up?" Zhao Feng looked at Xue Mo: "Reader? Or character?"

"Character." Xue Mo replied while typing words: "It's not like the readers have disappeared. I believe they will continue to read the next book. In addition, there are some who are reluctant to leave Chixin City. After all, they have lived here for so long. Long."

"That's it." Zhao Feng nodded. He didn't know whether he agreed with Xue Mo's statement or simply agreed. Then he suddenly sighed: "Oh, it's a pity that I didn't insist on writing it down. Otherwise, I would be a lot older now." It’s a hundred thousand words.”

"How about you open another book?" Xue Mo raised his head and glanced at Zhao Feng, then turned his attention back to the mobile phone: "But the style I want now is different from before. If you open a new book, it's best to advance it." Get ready."

"No rush, no rush, wait until I have time." Zhao Feng shook his head, and then looked at Xue Mo with confusion: "What did you write in this chapter? Are you so serious?"

"Written for the exam." Xue Mo shrugged: "I can't say I'm particularly serious. I think I wrote every chapter very seriously."

"Exam?" Zhao Feng didn't debate whether he took it seriously or not, but looked at Xue Mo with some surprise: "Why did you remember to write the exam?"

"Because..." Xue Mo scratched his head in embarrassment: "Because they all say that the articles I wrote can predict the future."

"So?" Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows, not understanding the relationship.

"So I want to write a chapter at the end for my readers to wish them a smooth exam, and wish them better performance in the exam room." Xue Mo said as he continued to write: "Although I don't know if it will be useful, but after all It’s a blessing.”

"Uh..." Zhao Feng opened his mouth and nodded, not knowing how to reply.

Although I think what Xue Mo said sounds unreliable, after all, it is Xue Mo's sincere intention, and it is not easy to attack.

"That." Zhao Feng chose to change the subject: "Speaking of which, has your house expired? Why are you still living here? The landlord didn't say anything?"

"I told you." Xue Mo shook his head helplessly: "Didn't I prepare to move before? But didn't the moving car hit someone? So I didn't move in. Here... I will stay here for a few more days. As for the The landlord... was probably afraid of the rumored 'Mexican Curse', so he didn't dare to say more."

"Mo-style curse?" Zhao Feng looked at Xuemo in confusion: "What is that?"

"Just..." Xue Mo smiled awkwardly: "It's a curse that will kill anyone I write about. The landlord is afraid that I will write him in..."

"Oh." Zhao Feng nodded suddenly: "Then he is quite witty."

"What do you mean..." Xue Mo looked at Zhao Feng speechlessly: "You mean that statement is true?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Xue Mo slapped his forehead: "I used the wrong word. I mean, your landlord is so wise!"

"Ha." Xue Mo's face turned darker and he laughed coldly. Then he stopped talking to Zhao Feng and turned around to continue working on the novel.

"It's just a joke, don't mind." Seeing that Xue Mo stopped talking, Zhao Feng quickly apologized and then asked: "Xue Mo, speaking of which, where are you going to go in the future? Find another house to rent? Otherwise, will you live there? Where am I? There are several rooms available anyway.”

"No, thank you." Xue Mo shook his head: "Actually, I am already preparing to leave Chixin City. I will leave in the next few days."

"What? Leave?" Zhao Feng seemed a little surprised: "Why do you want to leave suddenly?"

"After all, the novel is coming to an end." Xue Mo shrugged: "The collection of materials can be terminated. There is no point in continuing it, right?"

"That's it." Zhao Feng nodded. It's not that difficult to understand. He went to a city specifically for a book. Of course he would leave when the book was finished. But... Zhao Feng looked at Xue Mo: "You Have you decided which city to go to?”

"I don't know." Xue Mo shook his head and smiled slightly: "In short, let's leave Chi Xin City first. After all, many people have this saying: In Xue Mo's pen, few people can leave Chi Xin City alive. , I have to go out first to avoid being unable to leave in the end!”

"Do you still believe this?" Zhao Feng smiled helplessly: "Does that mean I have to leave too?"

"I think it's okay." Xue Mo nodded seriously.

…

#In the silent examination room, the only sound that could be heard was the rustling of paper and pen.

#"Students, there are still ten minutes left until the end of the exam." The invigilator's voice clearly entered everyone's ears.

#"Hiss! How do you do this!" The knowledge points that were obviously very familiar seemed so strange at this moment. Things that I should know well now can't be remembered at all.

# "Damn it!" Clenching his fists tightly, time passed by minute by second, and the time was getting closer and closer to the end of the exam.

# "This is the only question left." The paper that was filled with answers was now blank, as if something was missing from the heart that was full.

# "Calm your mind, calm your breath, and regulate your breathing." A steady voice suddenly sounded from my ear: "Take a deep breath, as oxygen fills your lungs, inspiration will continue to emerge."

# "Calm your mind, calm your breath?" I tried to close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. When I opened my eyes again, I actually had inspiration for the question in front of me!

# "Maybe, this is the Moshi prophecy?"