Tang Daxia wrote a thousand original novels

I was so depressed, I just wanted to roll up my sleeves and beat the caterpillar on the spot!

That's cake!Chef's new second dessert!The value is hard to measure!

Even if he wanted to eat it, he had to pair it with a good cup of Yunnan or Sichuan tea, sit on a delicate wisteria wood recliner, chew and sip slowly in the sun, so that he could taste the delicate sweetness that danced wantonly on his taste buds The pleasure of stepping and calling back is endless.

But he did!

He actually devoured it!Gobble!

What a waste!Inhuman!

This bastard was eaten up in one bite, leaving me with no room to snatch it!

I just said angrily: "Roll up your sleeves, there must be something to eat inside! Give it to me!"

"My sleeve is not a bottomless pit, there is nothing in it!" Qiu Lianzheng said coldly, "And even if I have it, I won't give it to you! Why should I give you all the desserts I bought?"

I became more and more angry: "The reward you left me is mine! I want to see it if I want to! Roll up your sleeves!"

Qiu Lianzheng sneered and said, "Fart! How could the tip that I haven't made yet be yours? I won't do it!"

I gritted my teeth angrily, "Are you curly or not?"

Qiu Lianzheng said coldly, "Don't roll!"

I was so angry that my facial muscles twitched, and my face was probably twisted into a ball: "Okay, you don't want to curl up, do you? Are you going to continue to waste money? Then I won't talk about it!"

You think readers can abandon the pit, sorry, the author is so angry that he abandoned the pit and ran away!

I didn't talk about it, but when I turned around, I put away my anger first, and went to apologize to the uneasy shopkeeper, gave him some money to compensate, and then continued to come back, sitting on a chair like an uncle, crossing my legs At first, I took a small cake from Xiaochang and started to chew.

Qiu Lianzheng was stunned for a moment, seeing my uncle's posture, he couldn't believe it and asked, "You really don't want to talk anymore?"

When I didn't speak, Xiao Chang became a little anxious, shook me humbly and said, "Xiao Tang, you can't stop talking because Qiu Lian is fighting alone, I'm still here."

Zhong Yanzhen also sighed: "Why does Hero Tang have to be so angry? It's just a pastry, why don't I buy it for you?"

Liu Qixing also complained: "That's right, that's right, we haven't offended you, how can you ignore us listeners because of hatred?"

This is the innocent people implicated at the scene of the tragedy, right?

I had no choice but to honestly say: "It's not that I didn't say anything on purpose, it's because I was angry with him, and now that my train of thought has been interrupted, I have to go smoothly to continue talking."

I also know that it is wrong to abandon the pit, and I am sorry for other readers.

But am I not angry?

Qiu Lianzheng, that bastard, how could he punish such a precious cake just to punish me?

This is a fire at the gate of the city, causing harm to the fish in the pond, purely implicating the innocent!

And I just mentioned that A'Du kissed me.

If it comes to the part of sleeping, wouldn't he go against the sky?

So this rule still has to be established. Just because Qiu Lianzheng is the most important reader, let him repeatedly ride on top of my head to scrape.

Qiu Lianzheng saw me eating cakes and not talking, so he sat down sullenly, and said: "Even if this dessert is expensive, the tip that I didn't send out is mine in the first place, and it's mine to deal with it whatever I want." What the hell are you sulking about?"

I muttered as I gnawed on the cake: "You can't see A'Du being wronged and buried because he is considered a talent. Then I also can't see the essence of this pastry being ruined like ordinary pastries. Disposal, isn't it the same reason?"

Qiu Lianzheng glared at me: "How can people and pastries be the same? Tang Yue, you are talking nonsense again!"

He paused, and then added harshly: "Not only is it nonsense, but you are so halfway through, just for a pastry? It's childish!"

I sneered and said, "When you teased me with pastries, you didn't think I was childish? Now you use pastries to piss me off, but you think I'm childish? And isn't you the most willful and childish person? Who dares to compare with you?"

Qiu Lianzheng just glared at me from top to bottom, then took out the last piece of dessert from his sleeve, and pushed it in front of me as soon as he stretched out his hand.I was overjoyed to see that he really had the last bit left!I just wanted to reach out to take it, but Qiu Lianzheng took the pastry back. I was taken aback, and saw this man raised his proud face and asked in a neither salty nor bland tone:

"Am I being naive now?"

I will never succumb to sugar-coated bullets: "Of course childish!"

Qiu Lianzheng grinned sneeringly, showing his white fangs: "Is it naive to reward you?"

I pointed out his attempt to corrupt me: "But you are not simply offering rewards, but you have ulterior motives!"

He froze for a moment, and I continued: "You can't just sit down and listen to the storyline carefully. Just because of personal preferences or prejudices, you want to use good things to influence the heart of the storyteller, thinking that if you give me a piece of cake, you can let me follow you." Telling the story of your own mind, isn't that childish?"

Qiu Lianzheng was taken aback for a moment, and said angrily: "I have already rewarded you with such precious pastries, tea leaves and tea cakes, how can I not let you worry about my thoughts when you are telling stories?"

I smiled: "Your tip is certainly valuable, but no matter how precious, I am not someone who you can buy casually? What do you think of me, Tang Yue? You can only buy me a piece of pastry or a little tea. Make me feel better, and become more diligent in storytelling, but if you want me to change my mind, how can these be enough?"

It is true that material rewards can make people happier and more diligent, but does it need to touch the heart, change the mind, change the outline, or even delete the plot?

That was too much.

This must be a spiritual reward anyway!

There must be some mutual acquaintance in the soul, in-depth communication in words, let Qiu Lianzheng convince me, right?

At the very least, it must be a [-]-word essay and a long review, right?

Or is it the long-term support and wonderful comments in the comment area?

What's more, I said that the book was originally intended to test Qiu Lianzheng's sexuality, and with a little bit of hidden revenge, a kind of deliberate intention not to make the other party feel comfortable.

Of course, if the material rewards are really rich to a certain level, then, then, I think it can also replace part of the spiritual rewards.

For example, there was once a rich woman reader who spent a lot of money to ask me to write customized articles about niche sexual fetishes.

Qiu Lianzheng hasn't given this yet.

Of course I continued to upset him.

If he enjoys listening to such a bloody story, is it my fault as a storyteller?

Unexpectedly, when I said this, Qiu Lianzheng fell into deep thought.

After contemplating for a moment, he actually restrained his anger, and the whole person seemed a little calm.

"Indeed... If you are so easily bribed, you won't be Tang Yue."

After thinking about it, he still left the pastry for me. Just as I was about to take it, his hand took advantage of this opportunity to cover the back of my palm.

I was taken aback for a moment, only to feel a cool temperature coming from his palm.

It's not like stagnant water in a frozen pool, but like a cool breeze in a hot summer night, covering my slightly parched fingers.

It seems that the arms have also cooled down and calmed down.

My heart skipped a beat.

This hand that once hit my chest and gave me a blow of [-]% of the palm strength of the "Sky Ice Misty Palm" is now covering my hand, calm and gentle like a cool dream, like a dream. The clear springs in the desert and the cold water on the volcano have subsided my dryness.

But that was the fatal and desperate palm of the past.

It was covered so easily and gently.

So peaceful and warm, how can you think of that ruthless hand that is biting and cold, and the other hand that never returns?

I felt inexplicably sad for a while, and felt a little warm for a while. Two completely different emotions went up and down in my heart, just like the roller coaster with nine twists and eighteen turns. My mood is really complicated like a big dye vat , but no matter how rough the waves are, my hands are still and my face is always as stable as a mountain.

I just went to watch the Qiu Lian Zheng.

But he also looked at me quickly.

With just a brief glance, as if to cover up something, the man lowered his head at the speed of light.

He didn't dare to let me see his eyes, as if I would run away if I looked at him more.

"Don't finish eating, it's the last piece, leave half for me."

His tone this time was light and light, like a kind of vague and distant dream talk.

It's not like the usual him, without any arrogance and arrogance.

I couldn't help laughing: "Don't you not like sweets?"

But Qiu Lianzheng looked calmly and said: "I didn't like listening to books very much before, so can't I learn to love what I didn't like before?"

I smiled and said lightly: "But you not only don't like it, you obviously hate this sweet and greasy taste."

He looked at me again, and said in a serious voice: "Don't tell me that what you hated and hated in the past can only be hated and hated forever? Can't you change it?"

He asked me can I change it?

Can I not hate you?

Can you love what you didn't love before?

I smiled, I smiled casually, and said casually.

"Yes, but I dare not."

I smiled lightly and casually, so I was able to say a serious sentence in a flat manner.

Then, before Qiu Lianzheng could react, I pulled away the hand covered under his palm with extreme calmness and determination, as if I had taken away some unnecessary emotions, I put a little cake on the way, and put it on my chest mouth.

It is very sweet.

But how can there be a little bit of bitterness spreading on the tongue coating?

After hearing my words, Qiu Lianzheng seemed to have finally reacted.

Suddenly, there was a strange change in his expression.

It seemed that there was a sudden thunder in a quiet place in a quiet place, exploding a shocking sadness.It seemed that a part that was originally young and energetic suddenly became very vicissitudes.And some of the true emotions that were slightly revealed were closed and covered up again.

I just looked at him and comforted me: "However, thank you for the two paragraphs you said, which made me feel very interesting, and thank you for the dessert. I am in a much better mood now, and I can continue talking."

Qiu Lianzheng's eyes shook.

As if trying to say something else.

But in the end, he just smiled and said: "Okay, you can continue."