Rebirth of the Wicked Writer

White ceilings, white sheets, white coats, and white curtains fluttering in the wind. Only then can I see the blue sky through the gaps. The cotton-like clouds change shapes as they please. The faint blue set off beautifully.

It wasn't until Feng Xingyao closed the window with an unpleasant "dong", and the curtains drooped down like castrated cabbages, that Shangguan Wanqing moved her dead fish eyes back to the back of her hand and watched dully.

"Really, there are patients who don't close the windows tightly, they don't know how to take care of others..." Feng Xingyao complained, walked to Shangguan Wanqing's bed and sat down, and continued to carefully help Shangguan Wanqing peel apples , looked up at Shangguan Wanqing with concern and said, "Qingqing, are you feeling better?"

"I've been fine..." She stared blankly at the transparent tube on the back of her hand, her tone was cold, she felt that she must be crazy to agree to her coming to some hospital, but she just wanted to sleep, but she was always guarded by her. How can such a person make people feel like a dream?

"Liar..." Feng Xingyao continued to peel the apple with lowered eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised a big arc: "I know you must not want me to worry, so you said that."

Shangguan Wanqing's dead fish eyes finally glanced at Feng Xingyao, but she quickly turned her head and closed her eyes. Her head hurts but seeing Feng Xingyao's brain hurts, she simply can't see it. I really want to turn Feng Xingyao's head over and take it apart to see what kind of mess is inside this little head, and then I ask her where did I get the confidence and say that I am worried about her to say that.

She didn't know whether it was because of being too tired or some side effect. She closed her eyes and was attacked by drowsiness for a while until she lost consciousness. She didn't know when she fell asleep, but she only knew that she woke up the next day. She was already at the hotel when she came, but Feng Xingyao was lying on her bedside.

When she saw her fluffy little head shaking for a while and then stopped moving, the heart that had been indifferent until now seemed to be hit by a burst of softness for some reason, a rare tenderness appeared in Shangguan Wanqing's eyes.

The master once told her: In this world, you are the only one who will not betray yourself.Although I don't know if this sentence is appropriate in this situation, but judging from the situation at this moment, it is a little more convincing, because she is not really unintentional, remembering when she persuaded herself to go to the hospital yesterday With the appearance of crying, she can feel the hot care and love, yes, that is concern, so shouldn't she be better to "myself"?

Although I don't know why she treats me so well, what is the reason, but I, who hate my innocence when I was a child, naturally know that this little guy has no tricks, and there is no reason to be unfavorable to me, so I will temporarily Take it as the result of helping her so many times.

He reached out and touched Feng Xingyao's furry head, which made Feng Xingyao sit up suddenly, but his eyes were still squinted as if he hadn't woken up, and he opened his mouth and yawned like a milk cat that just woke up. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, when she saw clearly that Shangguan Wanqing was in front of her, her slitted eyes suddenly opened wide.

"Qingqing, you woke up, do you feel better?" Feng Xingyao immediately put on a smiling expression, the corners of her mouth almost reaching her ears, but she still looked silly at this moment, but look It looks cute.

"Well, it's much better." Shangguan Wanqing turned over and covered the air-conditioning quilt on her body, then paused: "Also, thank you..."

"..." Feng Xingyao was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her head shyly in the next moment, and smiled shyly, the pink color spread all the way to her ears, and stammered, "No...no...it's okay... "

Shangguan Wanqing asked Feng Xingyao to go back to the room to wash up, and Shangguan Wanqing also went to the bathroom to wash up before going to have breakfast with Feng Xingyao, and then accompanied Shangguan Wanqing to the bookstore for a couple of laps to read some books, Feng Xingyao Xing Yao said that what kind of books to read, the key is that the goddess reads them.

Feng Xingyao's side was a little swayed, as if she was in a fairy tale world, while the group of people on the other side seemed to be at the other extreme, completely in dire straits.

"Ah... this one is not bad, I think it can get five stars." Handing the test paper in his hand to another old man with gray hair, he continued to look down at the next one.

The gray-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief, took the test paper, and seemed to have finally got a rest time, taking advantage of this spare time, he said: "The quality of this competition is better than the previous ones, but the weight is also more. This old bone..."

"It's alright, we corrected the ones in group A, which is better than other groups." Another Tang suit scholar took up the conversation, and asked the person who was working hard on correcting the paper, "And this group of people may not know which one Is it the second Han Fan or Guo Jinming in the future? Old Chen, don’t you think so?”

"Hmm..." The man named Lao Chen responded softly, without speaking, but continued to look at the paper in his hand seriously, his eyes under the thick lenses were shining brightly.

"As long as you don't become a white-eyed wolf like Han Fan..." Another younger person said jokingly after finishing a copy: "However, the influence of Brainstorm is still expanding after so many years, but what can really be achieved from here? There are fewer and fewer people who are influential, and the only ones who can be named are the people from the first few classes..."

After speaking, the tone was a bit embarrassing.

"It's really like this..." The white-haired old man shook his head with a wry smile, "Okay, okay, don't be lazy and continue to change..."

The younger man had a half-smile: "Actually, there is no need to change it? The "Constellation Book" we changed just now is really good. Didn't we unanimously give it five stars?"

Although there are more works with the theme of constellation books, all five of them know which one he is talking about.

"Don't judge young people too early..." Tang suit scholar said with a half-smile: "I'm still quite optimistic about the author who wrote "The Criminal Suspect" before."

Although the name of each test paper is sealed to prevent the retesters from changing the paper emotionally, it is of no use to these old foxes. They can be distinguished according to the style of writing, and of course it is easy to confuse them sometimes.

"I think it's possible that she wrote this article so well, and I've read that composition too. It's so profound, it doesn't seem like it was written by a child of this age, maybe it was written by a ghostwriter!" The young man scratched his head: "Actually, what is the name of the author who wrote "Children" in the preliminary round...Shangguan Yunfei, any one is good, and this one might have been written by her."

"I am still more optimistic about writing "The Criminal Suspect" Shangguan Wanqing. Although "The Child" is very touching, even Xiao Gao said that the writing is very profound. I am very impressed with these two articles, but "The Criminal Suspect" It touched me even more." Another person who had been silent all this time spoke.

"But it's really not like a child can write it. After reading it for so long, I haven't seen a composition comparable to "Criminal Suspect". "Criminal Suspect" is suitable for participating in the rematch."

"Actually, the other compositions are pretty good. Lao Zhang also said that the quality of this year's class is generally high. There are indeed many outstanding ones. But after watching "Criminal Suspect", I can't hold anything else in my heart. But this "Constellation Book" is completely incomparable."

"That composition is fully worthy of the five stars of the six of us. I really want to meet this Shangguan Wanqing if I have the opportunity. Of course, if she is not a ghostwriter, I would like to know what kind of girl can write publish such an article."

"Just now I opened a corner and looked at it. This "Constellation Book" was really written by Shangguan Yunfei, the author of "Children". Zizizi, she is really a talented girl..." Because the marks have been given, so You can also watch it.

Several people spoke to each other, chatted very positively, and talked about the comments of the article. Only Lao Chen kept his head down and looked at the examination paper in hand seriously.

"Are you crying?" The white-haired old man asked Old Chen's man and turned his head to look at him, only to find that he was taking off his glasses and hugging his eyes. They have seen a lot.

Everyone also paid attention to Lao Chen by his words, and Lao Chen didn't mean to avoid it deliberately, he put on his glasses and involuntarily sniffed: "It's a bit touching."

After hearing this sentence, everyone couldn't stand the curiosity and came together. They have cooperated many times, and they are more or less familiar with Lao Chen's temper. How can many people be surprised to say such a thing.

But everyone still teased Lao Chen sentence by sentence, but when they read it seriously, the office fell silent instantly, and everyone's expressions were extremely serious, until some people's eyes couldn't help being moist, and some people hadn't seen it yet. Slow down in the story.

"I give five stars..."

"Me too……"

"..."

Originally, "The Constellation Book" might have been the original No.1 candidate in their minds, because everything was written so well, but the appearance of this "Constellation Book" overturned their thoughts, and a new chapter was written in front of this one. The article was not even qualified for comparison, and the last six people without exception gave the highest score of five stars. Although they had the answer in their hearts, they still couldn't wait to open the seal——Shangguan Wanqing.

Two days seemed a long time for Shangguan Wanqing, but she still made it through. When this day came, even though she knew the answer, she was still a little uneasy. She and Feng Xingyao came to the door of Xinsi, and announced There were already some people standing loosely in the place of the list, Shangguan Wanqing walked over stiffly, and at the first sight she saw her name written with a brush on the top of the list.

Shangguan Wanqing