"Didn''t you write this?" Du Ziyuan asked Songzi in surprise.
Songzi said, "why do you think I wrote it?"
"But, this... Is not... OK." Du Ziyuan looked at her chest and didn''t know what to say.
"Why are you staring at my chest?"
"Who is staring at your chest? They are so big that they squeeze into my vision. What can I do?" Du Ziyuan ignored her and then watched the award.
The ninth is a female author, pseudonym Zhu Lianxue, who wrote the horror of "death resentment", a very pure horror story, but her handwriting is amazing, and the horror breath revealed between the lines is enough to suffocate.
"It''s a pity," Tang Junhao sighed when he saw the Pearl curtain snow on the stage. "This time, in fact, the theme is not suitable for her. If the theme is emotional, her writing can squeeze into the top 5."
"You know her very well?" Du Ziyuan asked casually.
"I just barely know her. She is still very famous in our seven front country," said Tang Junhao. "Ten years ago, she disguised herself as a man to take part in the imperial examination. As a result, she directly won a Jinshi. Later, her daughter was found. Although the emperor cancelled her opportunity to be an official, her fame of exploring flowers remained."
Du Ziyuan turned and looked at the snow, nodded thoughtfully. It''s really hard to find a man disguised as a woman like her.
The bead curtain snow has a square face, dark skin color, small eyes, but a very large nose. Du Ziyuan thought it was a Womenswear mania when he first met her. Later I learned that she was a real woman.
[but that''s right.] Du Ziyuan always feels very strange, because the Nie Xue and Yan Yun Songzi he has seen so far are very beautiful women. How can people who write novels be so handsome? This is completely contrary to his dream experience, leading him to doubt life.
Du Ziyuan was relieved until he saw the bead curtain snow. It seems that there is no problem with their common sense, but Nie Xue and Yanyun Songzi are too special.
In fact, the 100 authors who came to the seven front Festival this time had few high looks. Even Liang Yuxing, the strongest of the seven front countries, is ordinary. Otherwise, if he went to the exchange meeting that day, no one would notice him for most of the day in the corner.
Among the female authors, there is no good-looking one except Yanyun Songzi. Among the male authors, Tang Junhao and the cold-faced Prince float a glass to drink. Of course, Du Ziyuan ignored one point, that is, people''s eyes can''t see themselves.
As soon as he thought of floating glass drinking and Tang Junhao, the two men were called up one after another.
Tang Junhao is the eighth author of the poem of death. This is a suspense thriller novel about the serial homicide mystery of poetry. Just like what he said, he was really good at writing poetry, so the puzzle was arranged very skillfully. Du Ziyuan saw it and finally found that the truth was like that.
Floating cup drink is the seventh author of "love in the dark". Although it is also a story of love between people and ghosts, this ending is completely different from the story he sent to the nine princesses.
In the story, the hero is forced to marry the female corpse and dies unexpectedly in the process of struggle. After reincarnation, the female ghost always follows him. Until the second, they continued to lead. However, the novel is a flashback. The second is written first. The hero knows about the first life only after he gets married with a female ghost. Finally, he knows the truth. He can''t live without a female ghost.
These two can be described as the beauty peak of male writers. When they appeared on the stage, I don''t know how many female fans were crazy shouting there. However, their words were less and less. Tang Junhao took the prize and slipped away without saying a few words, while the words of "floating cup drinking" originally named Xiao Jingli were less. He just looked at the camera coldly all the way. But even so, many girl fans were staring wet in his eyes.
"Gee, this guy really pretends to be forced," said Songzi, looking at the floating glass. "Is he facial muscle necrosis or psychological problem? From head to face paralysis to tail."
Du Ziyuan laughed: "why do you have such a big opinion on him? Where did he provoke you?"
"No," matsuzi shook his head, "it''s that every time I see this guy, I think of those brain disabled female book fans who are crazy about him, and then I can''t get a good impression."
"Isn''t he also shot lying down?" Du Ziyuan silently sympathized with the floating glass and drank for 0.5 seconds.
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They were talking here, and the eight CHILDES on the other side were laughing colder and colder. Because the name of Du Ziyuan has not appeared so far, it is very likely that Du Ziyuan has not been shortlisted at all. He just came to see the excitement. It is undoubtedly a great thing to be able to win Du Ziyuan in gambling and still crush him.
He has decided that once Du Ziyuan is not the next one to take the stage, he must ridicule him when it''s his turn. [but I can''t look like a chicken belly. I have to think of some polite words. Oh, no, I can''t help laughing. I can''t laugh. It''s not time yet.]
As a result, the author of the sixth "drunken life and dream death" was really not Du Ziyuan, but a sleepwalking bird, that is, Shen Chenglong, the old driver beside Liang Yuxing.
Du Ziyuan was not surprised. Isn''t it normal for such an experienced old driver to write such a fascinating functional novel?
Songzi also said, "it''s really him. He''s not the author of a serious book."
Then she saw Du Ziyuan. After they looked at each other for a while, they suddenly said in unison, "but I like it."
After Shen Chenglong went down, it was finally the eighth childe''s turn to take the stage.
Du Ziyuan looked at him and make complaints about it: "this disgusting book was originally written in this sand pen."
He can''t wait for this guy to hurry down so that it''s his turn early. However, the eighth childe is obviously a person who loves to show his eyes and treasure. After receiving the prize given to him by Duanmu apricot, he began to thank this and that. All seven aunts and seven aunts were thanked by him.
"The thin neck is endless," said pine nut impatiently. Du Ziyuan looked at a walnut in her hand and seemed to want to hit it on the stage.
Eight childe, who was totally intoxicated in his speech, didn''t realize other people''s emotions. After he talked a lot about himself, he suddenly turned the conversation and looked at Du Ziyuan under the stage and said: "Maybe you don''t know. This time, Mr. Shanfeng from Aolan country once made a bet with me. He hoped that I would spare all my merit to pray for the Haifeng city just affected by Aolan country. I thought he was a guest from afar, so I agreed to his request."