Damn, school doesn't have a holiday, even for such an important holiday! As a result, I didn't touch the keyboard for a day, so I had to post it one day late.
It is said that this is the shortest novel I have ever written. It only took one and a half hours from conception to completion. This is the starting point! This is the height of wow! But... If you want speed, don't blame me for not having quality...
I once swore that I wouldn't say anything or write anything this week, but in the end I couldn't hold it back. It seemed like I was really obsessed. This story is based on a real story I saw on "Yi Lin" before (in my defense, I just used it a little bit...). After much deliberation, I still put Xiaozhe in the position of the heroine (Xiaozhe, don't be angry with me).
Originally this story was a tragedy, and coupled with my unwavering stepmother style, I actually wanted to write it as a BE story. But I was afraid that I would commit too many sins and arouse people's anger. Then everyone politely greeted my eight generations of ancestors. The ancestors were very happy, and then one dark and windy night, they collectively entrusted me with dreams and said with a gentle smile, Come on, Xiaoyue, we will take you to a good place... Oh my god, I don't dare to think about it anymore. So I stepped back from the cliff in a timely manner and brought back the ending that had a strong tendency to abuse the text. The visual consequence is that the ending was written hastily, don't blame me, don't blame me. (Xiaoyue puts the lid on the pot)
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