The city is full of spring for you

In the vast sea of ​​people, how difficult it is to find someone in the rivers and lakes!

When Dongfang Yu was looking for Murong Chun, Murong Chun was writing in a small house next to Jiuzhaigou.

I have heard of Jiuzhaigou as early as the 21st century, but I have stayed in Sichuan for several years but I have never been there. I did not expect to go there after crossing.Fortunately, I was not disappointed and lived up to the praise of "I don't look at the water when I return from Jiuzhaigou".

The benevolent enjoy mountains, the wise enjoy water.Water has always been the place where wisdom and literary talent are bred.Writing novels here can be said to complement each other.

Take out the water and grind the ink in Jiuzhaigou, and it is much smoother than usual.

During the days here, Murong Chun hardly did anything else, but wrote quietly every day.In addition to eating and sleeping, I basically write articles, but I will remember to go to bed on time, because my body needs more care now.And she, who has been a human for two lives, knows what is most important.

Without the body, there is nothing.

However, even if you work at sunrise and rest at sunset, there are still eight hours.

Well, writing eight hours a day is something that even a full-time internet writer in the 21st century can't do.

In fact, most of the writing comes from love, especially writing eight hours a day!Murong Chun is so devoted now, but because he wants to write the story in his heart.

This time, she didn't write Mu Qingyou's series of stories again, because she didn't plan to use her previous name for fear of being found out.Well, since both Tang Mimi and Dongfang Yu know that "Xun Yu" is her, if she writes a novel under this name, they will probably find her soon.

If you don't write Mu Qingyou's story, what should you write?

Murong Chun thought for a long time, and his eyes lit up: he decided to write a story about her and Dongfang Yu.

Yes, when one is no longer ready to move forward, only memories remain.

And for her, the memories with Dongfang Yu are undoubtedly her best spiritual food.Well, actually, just like that, it’s good to remember my love while writing, and then grow old day by day.

So, these days, she has been writing her story with Dongfang Yu.

Three months later, a book of novels titled "The Crazy Man in the City" was officially published.

This novel is still different from ordinary legendary novels, but it is not a spoof of the original Mu Qingyou series of stories, but a pure love novel.Throughout the book, there is only one thing, and that is love.

The first experience of love, the entanglement of love, the worry about gain and loss of love...everything is a past that she didn't think about at the beginning.At that time, I was so determined to chase that person casually, but I didn't really love her, understand her and consider her.Now, after turning it into a novel and revisiting it, I have more insights.And Yu'er's many thoughts, I didn't realize it at the beginning, right?She loves herself very much, right?

Murong Chun held his novel and smiled wryly.

As usual, her novels are booming. Although she has changed her name, real gold is not afraid of fire. As soon as the novel is released, people who have read it say it is enjoyable, and they recommend it... In less than half a year, she became famous all over the world.

Make persistent efforts, and there will be a second part.

The story of her and Dongfang Yu, at least, can continue in her mind.

Holding the paper version of the second novel, Murong Chun smiled wryly again.

"Murong Chun."

A voice sounded behind him.

This voice, obviously not heard for a long time, is so familiar.

Even though he had never been called by this voice before, Murong Chun could still tell who it was.

The hand holding the novel trembled a little.

She dared not look back.

Don't even dare to speak.

The people behind did not speak, just quietly waiting for her to turn around, as if they could wait until the end of time.

People come and go, the tide gathers and disperses.

Two people, separated by two meters, are like two wooden stakes fixed in the water.

In the end, it was Murong Chun who turned his head and smiled brightly: "Hi, Master."

"Goodbye, Master." With a slight blink of a smile, Murong Chun turned around and ran away.

"Want to leave?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Dongfang Yu's mouth, "I just put mother and child tracking Gu on you, even if you go to the ends of the world, I will catch up with you."

"Ah." Murong Chun stopped, shocked, "Where did you get the mother-child Gu?"

"Ask Tang Mimi for it."

"Isn't it crushed to death by you?"

"Do you think there is only one pair of mother-child Gu in the world?"

Uh.

Murong Chun bowed his head resignedly.

Dongfang Yu walked over slowly.

Murong Chun, who was still wearing a face scarf, was very nervous.That step, as if stepping on her chest, made her heart jump.

In the end, Dongfang Yu walked up to her, stopped, stretched out his hands, pressed her shoulders, and said, "I lied to you."

"What?" Murong Chun frowned.

"I don't have mother-child tracking Gu at all." Dongfang Yu leaned her head on her shoulder, feeling weaker than ever, "My heart is mother-child Gu."

As long as my heart still loves you, I will find you wherever I go.

Murong Chun's heart instantly swayed, and he was unable to speak.