The feeding routine of ancient paranoiacs ( Mtl

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Without going to the academy, Lu Pingwan lost one of her daily activities. However, since she got some strange books from her brother to read and gave some advice to the writers from time to time, she added another activity. With success, life is not boring.

Until one day, Lu Pingwan actually reported to his brother: "Brother, who is in charge of the bookstore that prints this kind of book?"

Lu Minran put down the pen and looked at her seriously: "The Secretariat is in charge. Why do you ask?"

Lu Pingwan came over, put the few books he had read before on the table, and said: "I have finished reading these. I always feel that the character in them is more lovable, and the ending is very sad. Brother, I want to write it myself. .”

My sister's tone was so calm.

Lu Minran's reaction was even greater than when he first learned that Lu Pingwan liked to read this kind of book. He was completely shocked. Even three horses couldn't bring him back to his senses!

Lu Pingwan felt a little guilty as she looked at her brother who was slightly lost in thought, with a cold expression on his face, and felt a little uneasy. Thinking that he had said something wrong, Xiao Xiaola pulled his clothes to bring him back to his senses. After a while, Lu Minran gently held his forehead, rubbed the slightly painful acupuncture points, and asked: "Why do you want to write this kind of book? If you want to write your own works and leave them to future generations, that's no problem, but you are just a girl... How can I write this story between broken sleeves?"

"Brother, let me write. Don't all the books say it's about the wind?" Lu Pingwan begged in a low voice. It was also strange. After reading a book about men and women, she read it attentively, but it was not attractive enough. The story between Langzi and Langzi is interesting. Perhaps because of the identity of Langzi and Langzi, she would not have the tremor of imagining the fantasy between herself and Lu Mozhen, so she only avoided reading this kind of book.

So much so that she has a lot of interest now. I just want to tell my elder brother after I write it. If her parents find out, no one can save her in time. Lu Minran observed her for a long time and got to know her thoughts. He understood a lot. He touched her and reminded her: "If it's a short poem or a sentence, you can find a bookstore to print it. But if it's this, you can write it for your own entertainment." That’s it, don’t let it flow out.”

Lu Pingwan's eyes showed joy and she nodded: "I won't go out, I won't go out, and I will show it to my elder brother after I finish writing."

But the promise made her extremely excited. Although Lu Minran thought his sister was cute, he didn't expect her to actually bring it to him for reading. He declined politely: "Good boy, when Lu Mozhen comes back, you can show it to him. Brother, there's no need. I'm not finished with my work yet. I need it." Concentrated.”

Lu Pingwan was so obedient that she remembered her brother's words and repeated obediently: "Okay, don't bother me, brother. When I finish writing, I will ask Brother Zhen to read it for me."

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A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist, hehehehehehehe. Lu Minran nodded with satisfaction, fed her a few snacks, and let her go about her business.

Therefore, Lu Pingwan, who was consciously encouraged, became more enthusiastic about appreciating this kind of books. However, there were still very few such books, not many people wrote about them, and they were only passed down among nobles. Lu Pingwan felt itchy. Wan also started his own writing journey. Some of them are small essays with not many words, but over time they can be saved in a box. Sometimes Lu Minran sees how much her sister values ​​this box, and thinks of the paper that can't be filled inside, so she can't help but light a candle for Lu Mozhen.