"Tianling Bird?" Yi Shui'an looked at Liu Jingting and showed some confusion.

"Yes, you didn't hear any birds yelling just now?"

Yi Shuian shook his head, feeling a little dissatisfied with Liu Jingting's reaction. After all, she was talking about her sad past. It seemed particularly rude to care for a bird at this time.

"It is said that a long time ago, there was a girl who was the most beautiful and good at singing in the grassland. Later, because her lover did not love her, she died of sadness and turned into a singing celestial bell bird. However, the celestial bell bird generally does not sing on winter nights, unless they have something sad to say or hear something sad."

Liu Jingting's "sayed" about the sky bell bird is naturally from "The White Horse Roaring the West Wind". The book describes the heroine Li Wenxiu who was attracted when she first heard this kind of bird song. In fact, this is naturally a metaphor that the author intentionally made.

When Li Wenxiu heard the sing of the sky bell bird, she was destined to be her fate later. At that time, Grandpa Ji sighed and told her: "There are many things in the world that you children don't understand."

As a result, when the little girl grew up, she not only understood, but also verified it personally.

Of course, Yi Shuian had never heard of the Tianling Bird. He thought it was the other party who was turning around to comfort himself, and frowned and said, "What a rough metaphor. In addition, I have only heard of the larks on the grassland. I have never heard of any Tianling Bird. Isn't it your fabrication again, right?"

"Ten days later, I will see the truth." Liu Jingting kept it indifferently, which could be regarded as an indirect answer to Yi Shui'an's question.

In fact, when I first watched "The White Horse Roaring the West Wind", the singing of this sky bell bird also left a deep impression on me. When I just listened to Yi Shuian telling his story, I thought of that story in my heart, so the pleasant bird cry just now was probably because of my own auditory hallucination.

Yi Shuian stared at Liu Jingting for a while and said in surprise: "Did you actually come to the grassland and start to conceive a new story?"

"It just happened."

"Is the story itself related to the grassland?"

"You should also have this kind of experience. The story that the writer is creating coincides with what is or is about to happen in the real world. The name of the writer's fiction exists in the real world. The background set by the writer and the place he will go. All these should be common phenomena."

Yi Shuian nodded slightly, expressing his agreement. He asked casually: "You just said that the sky bell bird was transformed by a woman who was abandoned by her lover. You said before that the new novel adheres to the tragic style. With this connection, this bird will not be your heroine, right?"

Liu Jingting smiled and shook his head, nodded again, saying, "Both yes and no."

Yishui Anluo pondered, then suddenly realized, "It's another symbol?"

Liu Jingting nodded.

Yi Shuian smiled faintly and did not comment. Although she had seen "Seven Swords" and "Green Hair" and knew Liu Jingting's strength, she still kept her attitude towards Liu Jingting's "ten-day appointment". After listening to Liu Jingting's setting about the sky bell bird, she felt that this story was in danger. According to the public opinion trend at this time, if there was no eye-catching and prominent place in the new book, it would inevitably be trampled to the end by the long-planned naval army.

However, Yi Shuian would definitely not say anything cold-splashed. Although she always said that she was not good at interpersonal communication, it did not mean that she did not understand people's hearts. For example, this time, she knew very well that Mr. Lu and Qianhong knew that there were bricks flying down the mountain, but they just rushed upward. What was important was not win or lose, but attitude.

The two chatted about the novel for a while. Liu Jingting stood up and said goodbye. When he was about to leave the tent, Yi Shuian suddenly said: "I'm glad to know you, I'm glad you can come to the grassland, I'm glad to chat with you."

"Each of each other." Liu Jingting smiled and turned around and went out.

...

“Each one another.”

When Liu Jingting said goodbye to Yi Shui'an, in a college boy's dormitory thousands of miles away from the tent, a boy wearing glasses had a smile on his face, and he typed these words on WC. A second ago, the day and night chatting with him said "good night" to him, and he replied.

Although he was still unsatisfied, he could not continue to disturb the other party when he had said good night. In fact, because of this chat, he had been delayed for a long time. According to convention, he should have appeared on major forums and led a group of colleagues to encircle the poor martial arts novel author named Gu Yongsheng according to the requirements given by his employer.

As the leader of the "Anti-Ancient Group" (their operation is called "Anti-Ancient Operation"), he needs to judge the current public opinion trend, assign corresponding tasks, and discuss with several other high-level members in the group how to end today's action.

Because the level of several partners this time is generally high, and their execution ability is unexpectedly strong. Two of them are not only so good at writing that they are shocked, but also have a detailed and detailed understanding of the inside story. They are obviously insiders.

With the cooperation of such outstanding teammates, the previous tasks were completed very beautifully, the celebration of the new book was in full swing, the readers were very enthusiastic, and the essay contest about love was also submitted one after another.

The entire forum presents a peaceful and lively atmosphere. Everyone is waiting for Gu Yongsheng's new book ten days later. This sense of expectation is increasing with the advancement of time. No one cares about any conspiracy and undercurrents under this harmonious surface.

Speaking of which, "not being able to speak up" has no personal likes and dislikes to Gu Yongsheng and his novels. From beginning to end, he only watched the popular "The Sword of Yue Girl" that participated in the competition. After reading it, he had no special feeling. He couldn't say he liked or hated it. At most, he added his topic of conversation in the forum.

There is no special task today, it is nothing more than consolidating the start of several activities, and then a few words of expectation. For example, a sentence without a trace, "I'm really curious. There will be several heroines in the new book of Gu Dada. I think the female characters in Gu capital are very good at it." Or directly, "There are nine days left, I can't wait. I hope the time will pass soon."

By 11:30 in the evening, I will send a good night countdown post as usual: eight days before the release of Gu Dada’s new book, so everyone should pay attention to formation.

After posting this post, I started to refresh it. After half an hour, there will be more than a dozen comments, and then I will post the forum with satisfaction, turning from a navy army into a normal college student.

Open wc and look for the "day and night" figure in the friend list to see if her avatar is still on. What makes him excited is that she has not been offline yet. At the same moment, a great feeling of loss hits her heart.

She said good night to herself an hour ago, why are she still here?

He mustered up a great courage and asked in the most natural tone: "I haven't slept yet. A beautiful woman will have panda eyes when she stays up late, and it will also cause great damage to her skin."

Ten seconds passed without replying, "She may not see it", comforting herself so much;

Half a minute passed and no reply, "She might be watching a TV series";

Five minutes passed, and there was still no reply, "It should be gone to wash it."

Ten minutes, half an hour... The avatar on the screen suddenly became gray, and I finally gave up completely. "Maybe I fell asleep early, hi, my roommate helped her turn off the computer."

After comforting myself like this, I opened the space and saw that the familiar web name updated the latest status ten minutes ago: "I like this night, such a conversation, good night!"

It was as if in the cold winter, a basin of ice water was poured off the head.

"She is here, she has been there all the time! But why don't you reply to your message?"

"What kind of conversation is like like this? Who are you talking to? What did you talk to?"

These questions are like ice cones stabbing at me, and then a sudden flash of inspiration in my mind, and I was surprised to think of something. Isn’t she talking about talking to me?

After this breakthrough, other things became natural. She must have seen her message. The expression on her face should be sweet and happy, and a little shy, so she did not reply, but the sweetness in her heart could not be concealed, so she posted this state before going to bed.

"It must be like this!" the boy said to himself confidently.

...

"Hey, is there anyone there? The article on Singles' Day has finally been released, please praise!"

At three o'clock in the morning, Luo An, the top best-selling author of "Ding Novels", completed a short story of more than 10,000 words, and threw a sentence in the quiet author group like chicken blood.

A minute later, Xue Muliang gave a flower-spreading expression. Luo An was startled and asked, "Mr. Xue is not asleep yet?"

"You haven't slept yet. Congratulations on completing the manuscript. I don't know where my manuscript is."

"Can I say I like it?"

Xue Muliang gave a cute and aggrieved expression. At this time, another giant in the company, Shen You, suddenly bubbling: "It's still 1,500 words short of writing, I want to vomit, I really want to write a sentence, the male and female protagonists will live happily together from now on, and then end it."

"Miyu, are you writing a happy ending?" Luo asked inwardly.

"Yes, aren't you going to convey positive energy?"

"Do you think it would be too tragic for singles to make them comedy on Singles' Day?"

"It's okay, some people like to write tragedies, we don't have to stick to this." Xue Muliang interrupted.

Luo An and Shen You naturally knew who this "person" was. After a moment of silence, Luo An asked cautiously: "Do you think it's possible for ten days?"

"He is now pressed to the bottom of the water, and the water is still increasing, so this is different from usual. Everyone's expectations have been adjusted to the critical point. Even if he performs at a normal level, he will eventually be unable to escape the fact that he is drooling by readers."

"Seeking benevolence and getting benevolence." Xue Muliang typed four words. Although neither female author could see his expression, they could imagine the cold appearance of their boss.

Xue Muliang seemed to realize that the four words he said just now were too ungraceful and added:
Chapter completed!