I Call the Shots in This Novel

The world you want to see? A character you want to see? What plot do you want to watch? You can comment on everything. The more interesting the idea, the more likely it is to be adopted (copied). Wai Lan: What? Plagiarism? Can the author's matter be called plagiarism? Besides, wasn't this book originally written by you? 😃

Before this book becomes popular, call yourself a fool. (Hey, no one can find out)

You, the author, are really: In terms of ability: See all directions, listen to all directions, watch calmly, have clear eyes, be graceful, well-dressed, polite, energetic, majestic, and thoughtful. Aura In terms of appearance: Talent, handsome, dignified appearance, broad-minded and fat, with delicate eyebrows and beautiful eyes In terms of writing: Be outstanding, stand out from the crowd, be well-informed, have both civil and military skills, be rich in knowledge, have great talents, be far-sighted, discern everything, be open-minded, have the world in mind, be open-minded, and be kind to others. , A humble gentleman, an extraordinary talker, well-spoken, conscientious, conscientious, self-denial, devoted to public service, silent, and a blockbuster In idioms, you are loved by everyone, and flowers bloom when they see you. , The car meets the car, calm and steady, humorous, smart and considerate!

I gave you the recommendation vote. Let me be blunt. I want to be refined. Do you understand?

How can it be called plagiarism when it's obviously just crowdfunding to write a book? The author's women's clothing is so beautiful 🥺 Beautiful and generous! (

Bragging, at least the new book issue is updated very quickly.

The author writes the story in the article, and we readers write the story in the comment area Story Solitaire: The next step of the protagonist's experience is up to you  But one thing, please don't collapse. Please make sure to keep the continuity of the story. At least it is connected with the previous sentence. You can also reply with one sentence. The inspiration comes first. If you write too much, please split it up. If there is too much, please split it up. If there is too much, the follow-up content will not be displayed to prevent some book friends from not being able to see the follow-up "Do you want to understand the true meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?" "YES OR NO"

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Kua Kua Tie Waiting for Lan Xiongcai's strategy, wise and powerful, jade trees facing the wind, suave, knowing people well, good at dancing, unrewarded ambitions, besieging Wei and rescuing Zhao, concealing Chencang, sinking fish and wild geese, soft jade is fragrant, knowledgeable, humorous in conversation, elegant in manners, helpful, smart and witty, and personable, he is simply a model of a gentleman. Feilan insists on updating every day, and his writing is full of inspiration. He can be called a model worker and will become a platinum master sooner or later.

Dusk, street, canteen. People, men, two men, one old and one young, standing across the counter. "Is it you?" "It's me." "You're here." "I'm here." "You shouldn't have come." "I'm already here." "You're here after all." "I'm here after all." Silence, a long silence. The two people, who seemed to be clay sculptures and wood carvings, were facing each other, but the setting sun became more and more tilted. "What are you here for?" The old man finally broke the silence. "Make soy sauce." He said it crisply, word by word, without any hesitation. The old man pondered for a while and then said slowly: "How much does it cost per pound?" "One piece." Still crisp and clear, without any hesitation. The man's expression changed and he said: "You know I never sell soy sauce here for one yuan per catty." "I only want soy sauce for one yuan per catty." "Seriously?" "Seriously!" The soy sauce seller stared at the man in front of him. He was very young, but his eyes would never be forgotten by anyone who looked at them. They were as quiet as night and as deep as the sea. He knew that the boy in front of him was definitely an ordinary person, but he also knew that he would never sell soy sauce for one dollar a pound. The surroundings are still so quiet, as quiet as death. The sunset was gradually setting. He looked at the sunset in the distance and felt unspeakable fear. He smiled bitterly: "Do you have to buy it for one yuan a pound?" "Of course!" "What if I don't sell it to you?" "You can try it!" Silence, as silent as death. After a long time, he looked up at the young man and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll sell you a pound of soy sauce for one dollar, but don't mention it to outsiders!" He took the soy sauce bottle and one dollar from the young man's hand. The bottle is cold, just like the heart of an old man; the coins are slightly hot, just like the palm of a young man's hand. After a while, the boy took the soy sauce bottle he handed back, turned around and walked towards the door. He won this battle, completely. A trace of pride flashed across the young man's face. The soy sauce seller stopped him from behind: "Do you think you can really beat me?" The young man's body shook slightly and his steps stopped. "Obviously, I have got soy sauce at such a low price." "Not bad." "Then I have defeated you." "It's a pity that you missed a little bit." The young man suddenly turned around, the muscles on his face twitched slightly. He seemed to realize something, but it was already too late. The soy sauce seller only smiled softly and said: "My soy sauce is originally sold for 80 cents per catty."