There was a hint of anxiety between the lines of her words, which made him feel a little proud, and replied: "The goose and goose kiss like meeting, do everything for the husband, forget to sleep and eat, work day and night, make a story, the literature is like a spring, the inspiration is like a urine collapse, I can't incarnate a thousand-armed Arhat, one day, but unfortunately there is only one hand, it is really difficult to write the story clearly and clearly at one time, and please be more patient, the story will become more and more exciting...... In addition, how does the lady feel that the word husband is written? This is a Zhen-style thin gold body created for the husband. ”

Zhang quickly replied, and only one word was written on it: ugly.

Within a long time, another letter was sent by Xing'er: "Don't be lazy!" Write a story quickly. ”

Xing'er suddenly became a postman between the two, and later stopped working, saying that the two of them fell in love, but she was affected.

A month later, Zhen Mingku has already written about Qingwen's death.

The smart Zhang family already smelled a trace of sadness, plus Qin Keqing, Second Sister You and others had already been written to death by Zhen Mingku, and before he sent the next volume of manuscripts, she asked Xing'er to come to Zhen Mingku and let him go to the house for dinner.

Zhen Mingbitter arrived at her house, Sun Langzhong, Xing'er and others were already sitting at the dinner table, and Zhang personally cooked a few of Zhen Mingku's favorite meals and served them.

The meaning of flattery is very strong, and Zhen Mingku is quite proud.

After dinner, Sun Lang and the others avoided it with interest, and Zhang took his hand for the first time, walked to his room, closed the door, turned around, walked to him, threw a stack of manuscripts on the table in front of Zhen Mingku, and said with a little annoyance:

"Badass! You have already killed Sister Keqing and Second Sister You, and you are not allowed to kill Qingwen again! She's so pitiful, how can you bear to let her die! ”

Zhen Mingku's breathless and moving appearance saw that this woman had been deeply involved in the play, thinking that he was a big man, and when he saw Qingwen depressed and died, he was also very depressed, Qingwen is his favorite role in the dream of Red Mansions, even above Lin Daiyu.

But if Qingwen doesn't die, how can she show her strong independence, free and unrestrained, and her personality charm?

"I've finished the story."

Zhen Mingku handed the printed back dozens of times to her, but Zhang didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, as if he was afraid that once he took it, the ending of the story could no longer be changed.

She asked with a worried face: "Is Qingwen dead?" ”

"Don't you know if you look at it? Look at it, don't look at it, I took it. ”

Zhang hurriedly snatched it, sat at the head of the bed, and couldn't wait to read it, not even knowing when Zhen Mingku left.

……

The next morning, before the door of the shop opened, I heard a knock on the door anxiously.

Zhen Ming opened the door sleepily, Xing'er rushed in angrily, and shouted: "What kind of mess did you show Sister Zhang yesterday, she didn't sleep last night, looking at the things you wrote, she kept crying, got up early this morning, asked me to find you, and said that I wanted to divorce you." ”

Zhen Ming's bitter words were so frightened that his sleepiness disappeared, and he didn't even brush his teeth, hurriedly put on his clothes, and followed Xing'er to Zhang's residence.

As soon as he pushed open the door of Zhang's room, a cotton pillow flew out of it and smashed on his head.

Zhang leaned back on the bed, holding the thick manuscript in his hand, and cried: "Ruthless! Thin lovers! Do you have a grudge against us women? Why do you write us so badly? Whining...... You are a murderer! Murderer! ”

Zhen Mingku's watch is finished, this woman is too into the play, she has no resistance to the tragedy at all, I wanted her to see the pinnacle of Chinese literature, but I didn't expect it to be self-defeating, if I can't get this marriage, it will be yellow, and hurriedly coaxed: "Goose goose, this is a fictional story, how can anyone read the story and can't extricate themselves, how can there be such a tragic thing in real life?" Don't cry, your injuries are not yet complete, what should I do if I cry and break my body? ”

"I trampled on my body, I killed me, what do you have to do with it?"

Zhen Ming listened to her even say the angry words of Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu, she was really sick, she coaxed and apologized, but unfortunately, Zhang completely ignored his explanation and insisted that he was a murderer.

Later, even Sun Langzhong, Zhen Dengshan and others rushed over from the pharmacy when they heard the sound, and when they heard a story written for Zhen Ming, they couldn't cry or laugh.

Zhen Dengshan also made a "you are awesome" gesture to Zhen Mingku, and deeply admired Zhen Mingku's ability to use a story to write Zhang's cry.

Zhen is bitter but he knows that he is bitter, Zhang's is bent on getting out of the marriage, but he has no choice, so he has to say: "Goose goose, don't worry, this version you see is just a tragic version, I still have a comedy version in my hand, Jia Baoyu married Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai, Silly Xiangyun, plus the pretty concubine Qingwen, Miaoyu and Zijuan, three wives and four concubines, drinking and chanting poetry every day, seeking pleasure, being happy, and living a happy life like a fairy. ”

So far, he can only coax her with these words first, if Cao Xueqin really wrote this version, it is estimated that it will not be a dream of red mansions but a golden bottle, and when she calms down in a few days, she is withdrawn from the role, and her emotions are more stable, and then explain it to her clearly.

Hearing this, Zhang really stopped crying, raised his head, and asked with teary eyes, "Really?" ”

Zhen Mingku was speechless for a while, looking at her appearance, she was too deep into the play, and she had completely substituted herself into the heroine inside, and she couldn't even tell the difference between his nonsense, could it be that she really would rather accept Jia Baoyu marrying three wives and four concubines and becoming a young man, rather than accept the fact that their essence is clean and clean.

Cao Xueqin portrayed the tragic fate of women poisoned by feudal etiquette and religion very well, which is a very gloomy psychological hint to Zhang, and it is no wonder that she reacted so violently.

He walked up to her and sat down, held her hand, looked at her red and swollen eyes from crying, and said in an extremely sincere tone: "Goose goose, you are not Lin Daiyu, and I am not Jia Baoyu?" Even if you are Lin Daiyu, I will make you a happy version of Lin Daiyu, our love is written by us together, and it must end happily. ”

Hearing this, Zhang looked at him stunned, gradually recovered from his extremely low mood, and only whispered after a while: "You are not allowed to have three wives and four concubines." ”

Zhen Mingku almost didn't laugh out loud, and her heart was not so wide.

"What Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai, Qingwen, what are you talking about? Show me......" Xing'er walked to Zhang's side with a puzzled expression, and was about to take the thick manuscript from her hand to look at it, but was snatched away by Zhen Mingku.