Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2478 is critical to Amethyst

At the same time, Great Britain, Edinburgh's old town.

"Hello, it’s so funny. I laughed from the bottom of my heart." After watching the TV series, Saab laughed.

"Hey, Saab brother?" The blonde boy Mason looked puzzled at the Grey Rabbit youth: "But the one I just played seems to be a tragedy?"

"It's not it. You only watched the finale. You didn't read the entire series, and you didn't understand the black humor of the Britons." Saab laughed. "The truth is that the heroine refused the actor's proposal. Another rich man who is richer and more ugly than the male protagonist. For her, love is actually not important at all. In the end, the most important thing is money. Isn't this happening in reality?

As a result, the male protagonist tried to make money by regaining the heroine's heart. She almost earned enough wealth after she died, but she has already married the rich, even the children.

After he finally died of the heroine, after the marriage became a family, the heroine’s husband suddenly went bankrupt because of the business failure in the economic depression, leaving her and her children on the streets. She was cheeky and asked for help. He even helped her with the help of her hand and prevented her and her children from being unlucky. How did she repay him? First, he teased him as a maid in his home, and walked his original wife with a series of acting skills, then forced him to marry her. After getting married, she poisoned the food and gradually poisoned him with non-fatal but cumulative death, and misappropriated his family property. The stupid man still has a new happy smile when he is dead, thinking that she is the most beautiful person in the world.

The power of love is indeed great, and it is possible for a person with a low status in society to swear and swear to climb up, and finally achieve a successful career.

But the power of money is even greater. It can make a pure girl become a black-faced devil, play the men in the applause, and take everything away.

In the face of the temptation of money, love is worth nothing. What is the love of death, what is not to leave, all are the deceitful bridges in the novel movie, how can there be in reality. This is a satirical series that tells people how cruel and ruthless the reality is, and how ridiculous it is to indulge in the false love. Even the name is called "Love is poison". Do you think it is not a comedy? "

"Do you really think so, Saab brother?"

"After all, what I have seen in my life, selling my friends and relatives for the sake of benefit is too much." The Grey Rabbit Youth sneered: "This movie is for the purpose of satirizing this. It tells you that the heart is separated from the belly. Unless there is a strong relationship with the other party, no one is worthy of trust."

"I feel a little sad when I hear you say this." Mason’s answer was disappointing.

"Sorry, let you down." Gray Rabbit smiled: "But this is my true thought. After experiencing everything I have experienced, I can't easily believe anyone."

The blonde boy looked at the gray rabbit and tried to ask: "Can't I be trusted, Saab brother?"

"Sorry, but I really only know you for a day." Saab replied bluntly: "You didn't even tell me about your life, even if you are avoiding a group of people, why do you want to hide in my house for a week? I don't want to let me know for a long time. It is really difficult for me to believe in you."

"Really." Mason seems to be hesitating, and may want to tell Saab the truth, but he has not been able to say everything.

"Nothing to say? No matter what." Saab said with a wry smile: "I shouldn't ask anything anyway, just like it. It's late at night, don't watch any TV, go back to the room and go to sleep."

"Okay." Mason promised that he had just climbed up from the sofa, but he seemed to see something, and suddenly he stiffened and stepped back.

"what happened?"

"Hey!" he said.

"cockroach?"

"蟑蟑蟑蟑蟑蟑蟑蟑蟑蟑螂!!!!!!!!!" The blonde teenager screamed: "It’s at your feet!"

"Oh?" Saab calmly looked down at his eyes, and there was a small black shadow that moved slightly. The disgusting little bug has not yet begun to be vigilant, nor has it escaped. It is just that there is nothing to shake its tentacles.

It’s just awkward. Sabri took out a small notebook from the side of the sofa, and tore a piece of paper full of words from it, and then slammed it to the ground to kill the bugs on the ground with lightning. .

The cockroach's body was blasted, and a "wave" sounded, and Mason heard a shudder.

"It’s a big surprise." Saab groaned, smashing the paper into a ball, and the paper was taken along with the cockroaches and taken to the kitchen and thrown into the trash.

And Mason also sat on the sofa with his feet soft, and took a sneak peek at the notebook.

He didn't look okay, he couldn't stop watching it, and he flipped a few pages with more hands. When Saab handled the corpse and returned from the kitchen after washing his hands, Mason continued to look at the notebook with tears in his eyes.

"Wow, what are you doing?" The young rabbits were scared by the exaggerated reaction of the other.

auzw.com "I don't know that there are such tragic and moving stories in the world." The blonde teenager whispered in the corner of his eyes. "Is this what you wrote?"

"Well, it is the manuscript of the novel I wrote before." Saab replied slyly: "At that time my mother was sick and I was under great pressure. I tried to write something to vent."

"Just write a work of this level just by venting?!"

"What [this level], isn't this useless garbage?" Saab shrugged and laughed at himself.

"How can this be rubbish?" Mason exclaimed. "I saw the male and female protagonist just say goodbye to the scene. I really got moved. I just saw it for the first time, and I only saw a small chapter. It’s moving to tears! How can this kind of work be rubbish?!"

"Do you think so?" Saab laughed disapprovingly. "Maybe because you are still young and unspeakable? Now you can touch your things. Maybe you can't even have garbage in a dozen years?"

"how is this possible!"

"Huh. Let me tell you something." Saab smiled, sitting calmly on the sofa, and also took the manuscript from Mason: "This kind of thing, I tried to get the newspaper to submit, I hope that I can earn a manuscript fee to help make up my life. But there is no effect at all. The editor of the newspaper has made this thing worthless. I believe that this kind of vague and unclear novel cannot be sold.

What they want is a work that can help them immediately make money. The more the theme is, the better it is. The more exaggerated the content, the better. The more the writing is, the better. If you can do this, even if the novel itself is rubbish, it can be sold. Anyway, readers of this era are mostly such a group of impetuous, fast-moving laity.

On the contrary, this purely venting work, the content is too oppressive and desperate, it is difficult to understand, no one will be willing to bear with the heart. If you take it for publication, sales will definitely die. "

"I really don't think so," Mason whispered.

"So you are a child." Saab sneered: "Adults are more childish, stupid, and lazy than you. When they live too tired, they start to look at the world in a completely different way. Everything will not look like The children shine in the eyes, but they become gray and eclipsed. So they don't need more dark things, but they pursue those illusory, seemingly gleaming things that are vulgar and boring. This is not anyone. The fault, this is just life."

"That's too sad." The blonde teenager whispered.

"Maybe. But this thing is not seen at all, it is also a fact." Saab laughed and laughed at himself: "So this manuscript is not as good as a rag, and it is a pity to throw it."

In fact, Mason seems to have seen something similar that is resting near the kitchen. At that time, he didn't care, because the same manuscript had long been black and yellow by the kitchen's fumes and fires, and the above handwriting could not be recognized. The fire function of the stove is not very good. The manuscript placed next to the stove is used for ignition. Before Saab fired, he used a lighter to ignite the torn piece of paper on the manuscript book and then used the burning paper. Ignite the stove.

Before Mason knew this, the young rabbits had no idea how many manuscripts were burned to ashes, and the many touching plots that they had written were put to a halt.

It was only the editor of a mentally retarded newspaper who told him that the content was worthless.

Mason looked at the gray rabbit youth with incredible eyes.

"What's wrong with this?" The rabbit groaned.

"Since this manuscript is just **** for you, can I leave a commemoration?" Mason asked: "Is it better than losing it?"

"I am really troubled." The young man of the rabbit licked his head: "This thing is written by me, and it is still so badly written. It will be very embarrassing to show it to you."

"I won't be embarrassed, I will take a look at it and keep it for memorabilia." The blonde said: "You don't worth it. I won't expect too much to see. Isn't that okay?" "

"If you like it, let it be with you." The rabbit licked his head again and put the manuscript in the other hand: "It will definitely make you feel bored. It is just good for hypnosis."

"Ha ha ha." Mason smiled and took the less than half of the manuscript. The story recorded in it is quite fragmented. After all, there are too many pages torn off. But it can be read and read.

"So good night." Saab did not say much, turned his head and went to his room.

Mason also walked into the room with his manuscript, lying on a hardboard bed that was not so comfortable, and reading the manuscript in front of the dim light.

As he watched it, he could not help but burst into tears.

It is a broken soul, at the end of life, with the loudest volume, silently shouting. That could not be a lame work. In a sense, it can even be regarded as a god.

A boring, impetuous, stupid era, burying God and bringing real garbage to heaven, this is the most terrible and sad place.

The blonde teenager wrote something on the other piece of paper. It's not a novel, it's something shorter. Maybe it is a verse, maybe a lyric. He has only seen the whole story in one face and can't restore its full picture, but he can still guess what it is, and then describe everything in a shorter way.

That is, it is dwarfed by the original, but still can touch the hearts of the people.