Li Qingshan immediately ordered someone to bring a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. He pushed away the wine and dishes in front of him and spread them on the table. He raised his head and drank a big gulp of wine. Just when Gu Yanying thought that he was going to take advantage of the wine and write a lot of words, Li Qingshan began to eat. Li Qingshan began to bite the pen. Sometimes he frowned and thought, sometimes he looked up to the sky and sighed. After a while, he actually drank wine and ate meat.
"Write!" Gu Yanying couldn't help but urge.
"Can't you see that I'm thinking?" Li Qingshan chewed the tough ape meat and said impatiently.
"But you're clearly eating."
"What would a woman like you know about the matters of the school of Novels?" Li Qingshan glared at her.
"Well, I don't understand. Uncle Li, please continue." Gu Yanying said helplessly. She felt that he was not always reliable.
However, she saw Li Qingshan wandering around the warm room with a pen in his mouth. He admired the snow outside the window and looked at the famous paintings on the wall. He almost fiddled with everything in the room before he sat down at the table again. He grabbed the pen awkwardly and suddenly said to Gu Yanying, "What do you think those guys outside look like when they practice swordsmanship?"
"I don't know." Gu Yanying lay on the bed, holding a book called "The Secret History of Wulin" in her hand. She didn't even look at him.
"Why don't we..."
"I won't go."
"I didn't say I wanted to read it."
"Write quickly."
"Is this my novel or your novel?!" Li Qingshan was angry.
"Forget it. You can't write it anyway. Let's go out for a walk!" Gu Yanying put down the book and smiled.
"Who said I can't write it? I've almost finished the idea. I'll write it for you now! "
As a novelist, how could Li Qingshan endure such humiliation? He immediately began writing at a tremendous speed. His scrawling handwriting made Gu Yanying feel like laughing, but seeing his serious expression, she did not say anything. In any case, she would just help him rewrite it later.
The howling of the wind and snow could be faintly heard through the window, which only served to accentuate the quietness of the pavilion. Occasionally, the fire in the stove would crackle.
She propped her head up with one hand and thought about how many years it had been since she had been so free. Perhaps it had never happened since the day he was born.
Regardless of the passage of time. He was not in a hurry to do anything. There was nothing to do anyway. Perhaps it was a very common feeling for mortals, but it was extremely precious to her. Those who were gazing into the distance naturally had no time to appreciate the scenery along the way.
He did not know how long he had been daydreaming. The sound of Li Qingshan putting down his brush brought her back to reality. He smiled and asked, "Are you done?"
"Of course." Li Qingshan proudly picked up a piece of paper. He handed it to Gu Yanying.
"So little!" Gu Yanying was slightly surprised. She felt that she had been daydreaming for at least two hours.
"What did you think I was doing? Do you know what writing a novel is? "Li Qingshan roared as he slammed the table.
"I was wrong."
Gu Yanying felt her ears vibrate. Even though she was in the void, he was not so irritable. Perhaps he was really diligent in writing. She had no choice but to admit her mistake and lowered her head to read. Although the handwriting was difficult to decipher, she could still guess what it was. Her expression gradually became a little strange. In a short time after reading a page, she changed from frowning to finding it funny and then to sneering.
Then, she crumpled the novel in her hand into a ball and threw it on the ground. She smiled and said, "I was wrong!"
"Gu Yanying, what do you want to do!!!"
Li Qingshan's angry roar could almost be heard even in the Outer Courtyard. Everyone's heart skipped a beat. When he killed Hou Hongtao with a single move, he was still calm. No one knew who could make him so angry and what the consequences would be. Just thinking about it made them feel terrified.
Li Qingshan knelt on the ground and held the ball of blood that had been ravaged into a ball with both hands. He was extremely angry.
Gu Yanying shook her head and said seriously, "Qingshan, no one will read this kind of thing. Even if it's mixed with martial arts secret manuals, people will only read the secret manuals!"
Li Qingshan's expression changed. He suddenly shrugged and said, "Fine, I give up!" Returning to the opposite bed, he lay flat on his back and continued to drink.
Gu Yanying was stunned and then smiled bitterly. Was this still the indomitable and indomitable Li Qingshan she knew?
"Little Ann is still the best! Little Ann, where are you? I can't live without you! "
Li Qingshan thought back to the good times he and Little Ann had spent together on Cloudwisp Island. Back then, he had written books and she had written them. How harmonious they had been.
Gu Yanying could not sit still any longer. She got up and apologized, "Uncle Li, don't be like this. I was wrong, okay? Why don't we think of something else? "
"You're wrong. Think about it!"
"Fine, I think, I think." Gu Yanying paced back and forth for a few steps and said, "Since it's a biography of the White Ape King, as long as we understand more about his life experiences and connect the stories together, wouldn't we be able to write a book?"
"I'm tired. You go find out!" Li Qingshan turned around and turned his back to Gu Yanying.
Gu Yanying rolled her eyes and called Yuan Feifei in. "Chief Yuan, I heard that you've been following the White Ape King for many years?"
"Just call me Feifei, Heightslord. Calling me chief is too much." Yuan Feifei glanced nervously at Li Qingshan's back. Just Now, that angry roar had almost scared her to the point of wetting her pants.
"Alright, Feifei, tell me about it. The more detailed, the better."
Gu Yanying nodded slightly. In terms of age, calling her Feifei was really not a big deal.
Yuan Feifei began to tell her story, from stuttering to eloquent. She had always been an eloquent person, and the White Ape King loved to brag about its various experiences when it was drunk, so she could tell as many stories as she wanted.
Gu Yanying listened quietly. Seeing that Li Qingshan was also quietly pricking up his ears, she could not help but laugh.
After listening for a while, Li Qingshan suddenly sat up and turned around, his face serious.
Yuan Feifei turned pale with fright and fell to her knees, crying, "Spare me, Heightslord!"
"Go on, who wants your life?"
"Yes, yes!"
She talked until the middle of the night, not daring to stop even when her mouth was dry.
Gu Yanying waved her hand. "Alright, you can go now. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."
Li Qingshan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Seeing Gu Yanying's tired face, he waved his hand to extinguish the light. "It's getting late, you should rest too!"
Gu Yanying lay down, closed her eyes, and held the Roc feather in her palm, looking forward to the dream.
"Come and help me with my pen tomorrow!" Li Qingshan suddenly said. This was Little Ann's job back then.
Gu Yanying opened her eyes and smiled. "Sure, I'm a little flattered." After a moment of silence, she could not help but ask, "Is it okay without Little Ann?"
"Of course not!"
"Poor Little Ann, she must be very envious of me." Gu Yanying closed her eyes again and changed to a more comfortable position.
"Those who are trapped here are the ones who are pitiful!"
"Yeah, poor Gu Yanying."
In any case, Li Qingshan's writing plan was finally restarted. (To be continued …)
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