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Do you also use language to communicate with the co-authors? It was all brain waves before?After thinking wildly for a long time, Lu Qiong threw her phone on the sofa, tilted her head to look at her, and then took off her glasses: "Starting from today, the diary is yours to write, is that okay?"

"Ah? I wrote it? Why did I write it all of a sudden? Is it a diary or something? It's a TV show or something. You want to delay the manuscript..." Xu Chenmu smiled very narrowly, Lu Qiong shook her head and put on a straight face: " I wrote it, but I don’t have an intuitive impression of you, write it yourself, and read it tomorrow, you may have an impression, I just thought of it suddenly.”

"Then I suddenly thought of something just now..." Xu Chen confessed the lily on the sun that he just remembered just now, Lu Qiong raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "So it is like this."

"So it's like this, you don't know about it, it's based on my own imagination!" Xu Chenmu felt cheated by himself, and got up angrily, Lu Qiong smiled slightly: "No, there was a boy who gave me eight years ago. You wrote a love letter, I was very curious about what you wrote, but you never showed it to me, and then that boy---forget about him, today I know what the love letter is about."

"What's the matter with the boy?" Xu Chenmu's ability to grasp the key points is second-to-none, his eyes lit up all of a sudden, Lu Qiong crossed his hands and put them under his chin: "I've become your boyfriend."

Xu Chenmu regretted asking too many questions.

She didn't want to be a lily in the sun, she immediately looked as if she had eaten a fly, what day is this, and then another sentence from the love letter suddenly popped up in her mind, ah, it's like haggis soup in the world, delicious Brewing fragrance, I am here with you, ah, fate!

Lu Qiong is lying, did she go blind eight years ago and made lilies on the sun in the haggis soup in the world.

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About the title of the article "1 Reasons to Deceive Readers"

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Chapter 14 Sunday: Lu Qiong's Bitterness

Xu Chenmu felt so panicked, he always felt that the boy had brought him a very bad influence, as if he had lingering fears, his body and inner world faintly resisted this person, and he didn't know whether Lu Qiong did it on purpose or whether it was really him At that time, myopia was worse than that of Lu Qiong.

Lu Qiong will go out tomorrow, but she remembers it clearly, and then remembered that she swore to remember Lu Qiong's name, so she silently recited Lu Qiong's name in her heart, moving her lips like chanting scriptures, Lu Qiong said you Are you hungry? If you are hungry, I will cook for you.

"Ah, no, no, you rest, you rest, I'll just write a diary." As he spoke, holding up the diary, Xu Chenmu smiled wrinkled all over his face, and felt that it was a very useful emoticon pack , flattering to death, smiling like a dog's leg willing to lick Lu Qiong's shoes, Lu Qiong shook her head and saw that this person had different opinions, but considering that there would be an arduous struggle tomorrow, she nodded and looked at the time: "I Get some sleep and call me at five."

"Oh, okay." Xu Chenmu nodded, watched Lu Qiong leave with her sad eyes, and lowered his head to look at Lu Qiong's handwriting.He is not the kind of person who forgets to write with a pen. He can only type on the keyboard but can't write. Lu Qiong's handwriting is very beautiful. Xu Chenmu felt unfair after five seconds.

Her own handwriting on the title page is not that ugly, but it seems to be written faster, a little scribbled, and the overall demeanor is there. When she started writing just now, she was shocked by the strange touch of her hand, as if it was the first time in her life. Like a touch pen, whether it is a brush, pencil or ballpoint pen, etc., the familiar but unfamiliar feeling like seeing the sea for the first time is transmitted to the hand, and the hand is out of control, and the written words are crooked. Like an earthworm lying on the ground, and Lu Qiong's handwriting is a handsome dragon proudly raised her head, she scratched a few lines annoyed and erased her handwriting.

She suddenly remembered that she seemed to have made a report, far, far away, foreign reports, some studios studied the use of human brain-controlled external robotic arms, and made great progress. When the brain regards these robotic arms as When it is a part of the body and actually thinks it exists, using these machines is as smooth as an arm and a finger, and it is the brain's memory of using tools.

And she remembered that the reports she made in the past were a little detailed and even rich in pictures and texts, but she couldn't remember how to hold the pen. On the paper, I simply drew the characters with my fingers. After getting familiar with it, I picked up the pen.

Seeing the blank paper, with horizontal lines neatly arranged like soldiers, Xu Chenmu thought that Lu Qiong was also so meticulous and serious about the rules, tidying things up like a Virgo, for example, when she placed the shoes, she remembered that Lu Qiong was upright Arrange the shoes neatly, with the toes facing inward, at a ninety-degree angle to the wall, and about ten centimeters away from the wall.For example, the cushions on which Lu Qiong was kneeling were aligned in the center in front of the two sofas. The patterns are facing the grille, and the small openings on the flower pots are facing the wall. After buying the pears, Lu Qiong put them in the box with the head up and the butt down. The rows and columns must be fixed. Numbers, so she felt that this book was exactly the same person as Lu Qiong, and on a whim, she recalled what Lu Qiong looked like, and gave Lu Qiong a sketch of her impression in the book.

What kind of person is Lu Qiong? Her hair is soft and soft, and her eyes are sharp. Half of her eyes are always covered by the long hair hanging down to her shoulders, so the deep eyes are drowned inside. The bridge of her nose is very high, so the profile of her face is extremely Good-looking, a side face similar to that of a handsome boy in manga, half of his forehead is hidden in his hair, his long hair is not well taken care of, and it looks very artistic if he brushes it casually, his lips are always pursed, and he thinks too much The corners of her eyes are raised a little, but only a little. People who don't know her well will think that this person looks mean and mean.

Acrimony... Lu Qiong is the kind of boring but serious person. Xu Chenmu bit his pen and thought for a while, then lowered his head and drew a few strokes on the paper. It turned out to be not bad, but a bit funny , the facial outline of a European and American woman is quite distorted. She thought about it, Lu Qiong did have the feeling of a European and American big model, but it was just a feeling. Lu Qiong did not have that kind of aura, although she was also thin, Lu Qiong's waist is always straight, standing like a pine tree and lying down like a bow. Although she looks like a very domineering sister Yu, Lu Qiong gives her the impression of being extremely restrained. Maybe I knew she was a writer preconceived... In the impression of a writer, who is very fierce?She thought of Zhang Ailing again, raised her chin slightly and showed a proud look.

Hey, does she remember what Zhang Ailing looks like... Xu Chenmu felt that his memories seemed to be slowly coming into his mind, but he was not sure if he could keep them when he woke up tomorrow. It's not a one-time thing to be discussed. She just knew that she remembered it, and her hands moved unconsciously, outlining the outline of Lu Qiong, who was tall and thin and tightly wrapped in her clothes, showing an extremely lonely expression.

Lu Qiong fell asleep inside, seemingly sound asleep, without a sound. Xu Chenmu lowered his head, feeling the memory of holding a pen and writing with his fingertips slowly returning, so he began to write in his diary.

On that [Sunday], under the date that Lu Qiong had recorded, in the first sentence, she wrote [Remember Lu Qiong's name, we bet, if I remember tomorrow, she will laugh three times for me. 】

Laugh three.Xu Chenmu himself began to rehearse how to laugh three times, grinning once, grinning again, and two, but realized that he was a little silly, writing a diary here alone, a little embarrassed, silent for a long while, and Close the diary and write again at night, and the writer will guide you.

The few books in the study were lying quietly, she remembered Lu Qiong's book, let's take a look, got up, and suddenly wanted to eat pears, so she forgot Lu Qiong's book and went to take a look. After cleaning the pears in the box, he took out a larger fruit plate, put the pears in it, and ate seven of them by himself, then pulled out a large pile of plates to put them in, occupying the coffee table Every place in the world seems to be the same as the Peach Club, this is the Pear Club, and the pears on the table look full of appetite.