The Protagonist Makes You Retreat About Thirty Miles

After Ye Mingjun admitted that he had not been inspired by human emotions, Ji Mo never doubted this, because the immortal did not seem to be obviously happy or angry, even if he was treated rudely, he would not be angry at all. people.

However, if you think about it carefully, even the pre-set celestial beings can change with the environment, let alone the naturally generated Ye Mingjun.

No, he knows that the immortals are afraid that Ye Mingjun will be emotionally hurt and arrange "The Great Wilderness" to cut him off from the world. This is precisely because they think that Ye Mingjun can be emotional, and it can even be said that he is easily tempted.

Ji Mo actually understood that the reason why he used Ye Mingjun's ruthlessness as an excuse to warn himself to stay away from immortals was just a lack of self-confidence.He doesn't understand love at all, he doesn't have the confidence to make immortals move his heart, and he is even more afraid that he will not be able to keep calm. Once he falls into love, he will start to be unreasonable, sensitive and suspicious, and gradually become the look that Ye Mingjun doesn't like.As the immortal said, what he lacks most now is self-confidence and courage.

The most courageous moment in Ji Mo's life was the day when he first decided to become a professional writer. He carefully counted the number of contracted authors each year and the proportion of works that were sufficient to support him, and finally came to the conclusion that he should choose one out of a hundred.

This is a profession with no guarantee and no stability at all. Even if it is popular for a while, once the aura is exhausted, it will quickly disappear from everyone.Either become a god and spend half your life, or write routine essays with peace of mind to win by volume, or, you can't do both, and you waste time for nothing. When you are old and have no work history, you can only rely on connections to find a job.

"You have to understand that if you don't get ahead, even if you work for a few years, you will still be inferior to a low-level office worker when it comes to blind dates."

Ji Mo still remembers the warning Shen Hei gave when he heard his target for the first time, but at that time, as a young man, he only understood one thing - a writer needs time to accumulate, and he must start planning for the future from now on. Only in this way can he have room to fail, adjust himself according to the reality, and be more likely to succeed.

All calm planning is for that irrational dream, this is the original Ji Mo, although he stubbornly gave himself such a shameful pseudonym just because he thought it was fun, his mind is full of unreliable expectations and fantasies , for this goal that people around him think is unrealistic, after all, he forced himself to go down-to-earth step by step.

"because I like it!"

Silently recalling the expression on his face when he typed this line to reply to Shen Hei, Ji Mo smiled silently. This is really the most unfounded reason in the world, and also the most irresistible reason.

What about now, does he like Ye Mingjun?

I like it, such a warm and bright fairy who always loves him, I like it from the very beginning.

Yes, I like it. The probability of success is not zero. For a person named Ji Mo, as long as this is the case, it is enough to spend a lifetime pursuing it.

Alcohol paralyzed the rationality of trying to protect himself, and also made him temporarily forget the warning of pain. Putting aside all reality and speculation about the future, this was the first time Ji Mo faced his heart directly, whether it was impulsive or drunk. He knew that he had to go crazy now, otherwise when the heat from his body dissipated, he would no longer have the courage to take the initiative to hold on to hope.

"Mr. Song, what should I do to make Ye Mingjun understand the feeling you mentioned?"

Gently asked this bold sentence, although Ji Mo was asking, there was no hesitation in his heart.Regardless of whether he is holding a red thread or a dog leash, since it is in his hands, he must pack Ye Mingjun on the other end of the thread and take it home.This bead has been teasing him and seducing him, and finally hooked out his true temperament that has been suppressed for a long time. If this is the case, don't even think about running away.

Ye Mingjun, this time, I bet all the remaining courage in this life on you, I hope you don't let me lose too badly... No, please be sure to accompany me to win to the end.

This is the self-confidence that I, who has been discouraged after failure, only ignited for you.

Unexpectedly, Ji Mo, who was still at a loss about feelings before, would suddenly say this. Song Qiao looked at him in surprise, only then realized that this person was serious.Before, he refused to come out of the closet, but when he tore off his sleeves, he felt happier than anyone else. He cut off his sleeves without even hearing a sound, which is really absurd.

"I have seen many people who dream of being a writer, but this is the first person who has made a detailed plan since freshman year and persisted for three years. A person with a clear mind and self-control, No matter what you do, you won’t get bad grades.”

Thinking of Shen Hei's evaluation of Ji Mo at the party again, Song Qiao suddenly understood the emotion and embarrassment on his old friend's face at that time. This was a compromise with reality and they completely lost their youthful spirit. Falling miserably, one side secretly hoped that there would be someone who insisted on achieving the goal that I hadn't completed, and told them that it was not impossible.

Probably, this is the last carnival of idealists?

Suddenly, an idea popped up. Song Qiao didn't know what kind of person would be like in love, but he knew very well that a person like Ji Mo, who is as obsessed as he is, doesn't need advice from reality, so he just Responding with a smile: "I've never been gay, how do I know, you are the gay, feel it yourself."

Seeing that this person played a wave of assists but chose to disconnect at a critical moment, the corner of Ji Mo's mouth twitched instantly, "Please go and do it now, thank you."

Hearing the dissatisfaction in his words, Song Qiao didn't refute, but only joked: "Don't do it, don't do it, my current persona is a single old father, who doesn't care about anything except his son."

"Then you eat, I'm going."

However, once Ji Mo breaks free from the limitations of his rationality, ordinary people can't predict the explosive power of action. After taking a sip of the wine in his hand, he got up and went straight to his room.

He must talk about this love today, Song Qiao, an old fritter, dare not intervene in other people's feelings to provide strategies, he will go up to open up wasteland by himself!He couldn't believe that he couldn't seduce Lord Ye Ming!

Big brother, can you drink enough? Is this momentum going to eat people or be eaten...

Dumbfounded, watching the morning star priest who was supposed to stay away from strangers just killed him like this, Song Qiao poured out the empty jug, silently imagining the scene of a typhoon passing through tomorrow when this person wakes up, and suddenly began Think about whether you should find a place to hide first, so as not to kill a certain morning star priest out of shame.

The heavens can learn from it, it is this person who has been drinking so much that he has become like this, but he has done nothing but emotional counseling.

Shaking her head helplessly, Song Qiao knew that what she was supposed to do now was not to gossip, but to catch the servants passing by in the corridor, so she said with a smile: "My little brother, the pigeons on the beams are pretty, please Grab it and let me see."

The high priest gave Song Qiao the status of being a guest of the temple, so the servants would naturally not refuse his request, and soon a snow-white pigeon was tied up and sent into his hands.

Gently stroking the bird's nervous body because of being caught, Song Qiao squinted his eyes. As he expected, Su Ge was so curious about God, he must have sent pigeons to observe secretly.

Suge has three ways to use pigeons. The first is to possess the pigeons to detect and deliver messages. The second is to share vision with all the pigeons at the same time. Pigeons are spread all over the place, let them remember everything they see, and take time to read the memory one by one.

At this time, Su Ge was talking with Ye Mingjun, and he should have no spare time to distract himself from observing them. Out of caution, Song Qiao still asked tentatively: "High Priest?"

Seeing that the pigeon in his hand was still pecking at the rope that tied his paw, Song Qiao didn't seem to know what the human being was talking about, so Song Qiao felt relieved. Sure enough, Su Ge wasn't vigilant enough to investigate him himself. It was just an ordinary pigeon. It's easy to handle.

Stretching out his hand and scratching the fluff on the white pigeon's neck, he brought the wine glass close to the pigeon and forced it to peck a few mouthfuls. Then he gently placed the white pigeon that was already unsteady on the table, and said proudly: "I know you best." The person you love is still your own father, right?"

Even in the past so many years, Song Qiao is still familiar with Su Ge's setting, and he can easily deduce the other party's actions. Therefore, thinking of Su Ge's envious eyes when he looked at Ji Mo and Ye Mingjun, he thought After all, it is not very good.

The brains of birds are not well developed. Even if the flying feather pigeon raised by Su Ge is a monster, the alcohol is enough to make it forget all the information of today.After confirming that it was half asleep, Song Qiao caressed the white dove a little lonely, as if this was the Su Ge he dared not face now, "I didn't arrange a heroine for you because of my own mood, but now I regret it , if you were given the ability to love, you wouldn't be fighting alone like this."

In these years after changing jobs, Song Qiao finally lived a life that was recognized by his family and respected by the people around him, just like others commented on him-you are a genius, as long as you want to do it, you will be able to do it.However, in these years, he never had a dream again.

Song Qiao's family background is excellent, and his life has been smooth sailing since he was a child. He grew up with praise and has always maintained his own arrogance.

So, when the editor told him to prepare some ambiguous female characters for Su Geduo, learn how to set up the best villains from Deep Black, and threatened not to do so, "The Most Holy Teacher" will not have any good lists in the future , he chose to make an appointment without hesitation and leave.The idea at that time was actually very naive. With his doctorate degree from a prestigious school, he could not find a good job anywhere. Why should he wrong himself to do such a thing to please others?

His father almost happily paid the liquidated damages for him. Seeing the happy expressions of the relatives and friends around him that the rebellious child finally turned his back, Song Qiao finally let go of the reluctance in his heart and returned to the real society with peace of mind.

Actually, thinking about it now, the troubles at work were nothing compared to the troubles at work. After all, this is not a world where you can act recklessly with a little talent, and he is not so talented that he needs to be compromised by the website to keep him. It has only been half a year since he disappeared, and few readers still remember this person in Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Everyone thinks that they are the protagonist who slaps the villain in the face with high spirits in the novel, but unfortunately, in the end, it is often himself who is slapped severely by reality.It tells you, wake up, the world will not change without you, you are just an ordinary player in Earth OL.

After learning how to wrong herself and be tactful in society, Song Qiao lived a good life. However, even if she told herself time and time again that this was the best choice, when Su Ge in the dream said softly to him, "I God, I just want to know, why don't you want me?", his hands and feet stiffened, and he was brought into this world almost without any struggle.

"I dare not admit it..."

Sighing softly, he untied the rope that bound the pigeon, and straightened its feathers that were messed up by the struggle. Song Qiao still didn't know how to answer this question. The pigeon just said lightly, "Don't be envious of Ye Junhou. This time, Dad doesn't want a clear reputation, but I will give you whatever you want."

Now he is not the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing who can turn around and leave in a moment of anger. He has adapted to the social rules and has become a senior player among them. Those things that cannot be given to Su Ge because of his arrogance are now one by one. make up.For this goal, there is still a lot of information to be sorted out, and he doesn't have much time to drink.

A father should always look knowledgeable and talented in front of his son, right?

Following Song Qiao's departure, the servants also came to clean up the leftovers as usual. However, what surprised them was that the dove, which had been sleeping, suddenly stood up intact, and looked at the departing person thoughtfully. He turned his head from the back, and ignoring the surprised gaze of the servant, he just picked up the wine glass that Song Qiao had just used and flew out of the window lightly.

The author has something to say: Ji Mo (broken): Regular updates are the professional ethics of writers.

Author: But the pleasure of being immoral is irresistible!

Ji Mo (takes out the scroll): Do you know what the consequences will be if you commit wrongdoing in the temple?

Author (second advice): More, of course more, code words make me happy!

The big onlookers who don't know the truth——

Su Ge: Cuckoo.

Ye Mingjun: Draw cards to pass the time ING

System: Congratulations to the player Ye Mingjun who got the SR card and wants to pick up your Ji Mo.

Ye Mingjun: A single draw miracle? ? ?