The days of being a writer in a different world

At the end of the last composition class before the festival, Cheng Chen met another unexpected visitor at the gate of the campus——Cheng Rou.

She was sitting in the driver's seat of the Cayenne, with delicate makeup, a lit lady's cigarette between her fingers, and staring at the front with emptiness in her eyes.

Seeing Cheng Chen coming out, she looked away, honked the horn, and the car made a low beep.

The guard on duty who accompanied Cheng Chen was Dong Ze, and it was not clear what department he belonged to. The biggest feature was the complete opposite of the long-winded Lao Jiang, that is, he had no sense of presence at all. If he didn't speak out, Cheng Chen Sometimes Chen really can't think of such a person.

The ghostly Mr. Dong knows how to read words and expressions, and only exists when he is needed.

"Master An, it's Ms. Cheng."

Cheng Chen was silent for a moment, but still walked forward to face the "mother".

"Are you going to the Yue Clan's Mid-Autumn Festival?" She asked casually.

"Yes."

"That's right, the bloodline of the Yue family is not so easy to inherit." Cheng Rou snorted coldly, then turned her head and asked, "Do you have time? Before you go, I have something to say to you."

"it is good."

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Waking up in this world, it was the second time for Cheng Chen to set foot on the Fanlou, which is said to be the place where he was born.

His physical mother—Cheng Rou, stood wantonly on the balcony, leaning against the railing, looking at a pool of remnants of lotus, and the autumn wind lifted her pale green skirt.

"I was sold to the Yue family by my gambler father. I was 5 years old at that time." She looked at the water in the pool with ecstasy, and said softly, "I don't remember my mother very much. In memory, she was either being beaten or crying.

I am very lucky, and I have a spiritual endowment. I was very fortunate to be selected by my husband as the seed to cultivate a spiritual master.Struggling all the way, stepping on countless fellow travelers, before reaching the end. She raised her eyebrows lazily, took a deep breath, and exhaled misty smoke.

"I said this not to make you understand, or to fucking forgive, but to let you understand that I have never had such a thing as maternal love, and it will not be produced because of the secretion of hormones."

Cheng Chen's eyes turned cold. He didn't expect anything, so he wasn't disappointed. He just felt sad for the dead child.

"I……"

"Let me finish." Cheng Rou glanced at him, then turned her head away.

"Whether it is what I want or not, however, you already exist, standing here, inheriting the blood of the Yue family and my genes. I found that I actually don't want to hear the news of your fall, and I don't want to see you inexplicably disappear.

I'll tell you what you need to know, and then..." She threw away the cigarette, and smiled coldly, "Don't see each other again? "

"If you wish." Cheng Chen stepped back a few steps, away from the choking smoke.

The corner of Cheng Rou's mouth turned into a mocking angle, and she murmured, "Good boy."

"... At that time, I gave my all, and finally got the qualification to stand beside Mr. at the age of 18. Then, it was the sacrifice, which ruined all my hard work and effort, the damn sacrifice.

I overestimated Yue Yan's IQ, and underestimated the boiling semen in his head.Things that no one wants to happen inevitably happened. When I knew that I had such a child, no matter from any point of view, it should never exist.

The clan elders believe that it is a ghost species, and the Cen family regards me as a thorn in the side, and its existence is the biggest barrier and obstacle between me and my husband..."

She turned around gracefully, stared fixedly at this tall and straight boy, and said, "The only reason I insist on giving birth to you is because... Li Qiuzhi gave me a promise and hope that I couldn't refuse."

"Li Qiuzhi?" Cheng Chen frowned and thought deeply. What role did this man, who seemed to be always shrouded in mist and shadow, play in the Yue clan incident?

"I believed him. At that time, I was too young and terribly courageous, and I had nothing to lose, and the promise he made looked too beautiful..."

Cheng Rou sneered, "A man's promise."

"Li Qiuzhi gave me many secret tests. He seems to be very interested in the blood of the Yue family, and he has great expectations for you. A few months before your birth, he even prepared a blood test for you. Odd name - mashed garlic."

Cheng Rou thought of the name he occasionally heard fanatically muttering alone, and would still sneer at the taste of the chairman of the Wenhe Association.

"Fortunately, after you were born, Li Qiuzhi just rolled your eyes and looked at you, and inexplicably abandoned you and me like a pair of shoes. Otherwise, you would be nothing but white meat now."

Cheng Rou chuckled and sighed softly.

"Give up what?" Cheng Chen's brows were almost twisted into a knot. This cheap mother was born in a humble place, and she tried her best to climb up. She didn't know what kind of benefits were exchanged with Li Qiuzhi back then. The unlucky one is probably her child. .Now, don't you just cheat him? !

"I don't know." Cheng Rou is very bachelor, with a decadent and ruthless appearance, compared with the delicate and miserable appearance in front of Mr. Yue last time, she is simply a different person.

"No matter what he wanted to do, when he saw your eyes, he gave up completely. His promise naturally became bullshit, which caught me off guard, embarrassed me, and suffered for a while. So, you What I saw today was a marginalized spiritual enlightenment master of the Yue clan, not the wife of the suzerain of the Yue clan."

"That's all I want to say. I offer you a piece of advice, silly boy. Stay away from Li Qiuzhi. The farther the better. Otherwise, you will eat up your belt and bones." The wind licked her long black hair. Her hair blew across her face, covering her expression.

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When Cheng Chen returned home, he was still a little immersed in what Cheng Rou said.You have to believe what this woman says, not everything.

What kind of promise did Li Qiuzhi give her that would allow her to give birth to a child that was not expected at all.What did he do to the child who was still in Chengrou's womb?So much so that after the child was born, he gave up his previous attempt when he saw the child's eyes. What the hell is the name "Suanni"...

Cheng Chen looked at the young man in the mirror, his features were picturesque, especially his eyes, inherited from Yue San's peach blossom eyes, dark and energetic, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, he was indescribably romantic and handsome.Both eyes are 2.0, no myopia, farsightedness and astigmatism, what's the problem?

Could it be that Li Qiuzhi did not predict that he would not be able to enlighten his spirit for 15 years?

Cheng Chen shook his head, unable to explain.

The person behind picked up Master An who was shaking his head in front of the mirror with a confused look on his face: "You haven't practiced boxing for several days."

"Cheng Dalang, if you let me down, do you still have any respect for Master Zhen Guo?!"

Cheng Lang weighed it, and pondered: "It seems to be a little heavy these days. Stop shouting, and your throat will hurt again at night."

Master An was furious: "Did I call it hoarse at night? It's the voice change period, and it's developing! Do you understand? If you don't make trouble, why should I shout?"

As a self-proclaimed straight man, he felt a little numb and secretly delighted in those happy mutual help at night.Sometimes I remember to remind myself that we are all adults, masturbation is good for health, but most of the time it is a guilty conscience about whether you are "integrity" or not.

If it is just like this, it is like a bolt from the blue, and I am not reconciled.It's impossible to think about it if you tear yourself apart from the big wolf and become pure good brothers. Unless you really cut it in half, bloody, otherwise he really can't imagine what kind of terrible situation it will be—and he doesn't want to at all. to think about.

With a sigh, what I indulged is that there must be a way for the car to reach the front of the mountain, and if it cannot go straight, it will naturally bend!

On the third day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Cheng Chen and A Lang set off, accompanied by Lao Jiang and Dong. Yi Qing's military temperament is too strong, and it is not suitable to appear on some occasions.

In the golden autumn season, Kyoto is also full of golden colors, and small chrysanthemums are placed on the street corners and roads, giving it the elegance of an imperial capital.

As soon as the plane arrived in Kyoto, Cheng Chen was stopped by Captain Jing, the guard who had been stationed at the airport for a long time, saying that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had been waiting for the master's visit for a long time.

Although the sleepy crown prince was a bit weird, he was indeed a persistent child, and it seemed that he would not be able to pass the test if he didn't go for a while.Cheng Chen looked at Cheng Lang, whose eyes were as heavy as water, and nodded in agreement.

It doesn't take much time to say hello, does it?

It is said that His Highness Chaofeng is still living in his Li Palace. Maybe His Highness has survived the crisis of life and death. This time, Master An and his entourage were treated much better, and they were no longer blindfolded like donkeys.

However, the only one who can be allowed to enter the inner palace is the master.

His Royal Highness Chaofeng's living room changed drastically. The pile of machines and hospital beds were removed without a trace, and replaced by a luxurious big bed and luxurious furniture.

Always feel a little wrong, receiving visitors in the bedroom?The crown prince really fell asleep?Cheng Chen hesitated, but still walked in.

The Crown Prince was studying, when he saw Cheng Chen coming, he stood up to greet him.

"It's cute, but it's not like me, and the hero is not like you."

It was "Sleeping Beauty" in his hand.

"Ah! Art comes from life, and it is always higher than life." Cheng Chen was a little embarrassed. It was not the intention to write Sleeping Beauty as a cute girl with big carvings. This is God's will!

"Although I have slept for a long time, I still have to pay attention to the quality of my sleep. I chose this bed myself. What do you think?" the crown prince asked seriously.

"Huh?" Cheng Chen was confused by the 360-degree painting style, "Ah, it's pretty good."

"It's fine if you like it." His Highness Chaofeng nodded, suddenly took his hand, and tugged hard.

Master An fell down on the bed in bewilderment, and the Crown Prince pressed down at the same moment, his emerald green eyes flashed with excitement, and he murmured: "Sure enough, it's as good as I thought, no, it's beyond imagine..."

With astonishing strength, he kissed Cheng Chen's lips deeply, sticking out his wet and sticky tongue, unable to break free at all.

At this moment, overwhelming nausea surged into Cheng Chen's throat, and a nonsensical thought flashed through his mind—Temo is still straight!

Then, he was startled and angry, and belatedly remembered, dammit, is it possible that this time the little chrysanthemum will be planted in the hands of the crown prince who has cat disease?Who would have expected that the majestic crown prince would dare to "do" and dare to act?I should have known...

The master is very sorry.