Chapter 1269: Life is still going on (2) (full book-end)
"Or, life is going on, then it will never end." Fu Yuanshu raised the glass in his hand and gestured in the direction of Rochelle.
The latter was slightly taken aback when he heard what he said, and after savoring it for a while, he muttered, "Indeed, can you answer me some more questions?"
Fu Yuanshu smiled faintly, nodded and raised his eyebrows, "Sure."
Having said this, Rochelle turned and walked to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of red wine.
Then he carried his wine glass and walked to Fu Yuanshu and sat cross-legged beside him.
He sat on the blanket, grilling the crackling stove, facing Fu Yuanshu, his expression was a little serious.
"Sorry, I want to confirm that in this story, Fu Yuanshu appears as your own prototype?"
Fu Yuanshu paused when he heard the words, then lifted the corner of his mouth and looked at him sideways, "Isn't it obvious?"
Rochelle laughed and nodded, "It's very obvious, so I am even more curious. In this story, you and the protagonist Wei only have a few intersections. I'm sorry, I mean for the entire length, in terms of your friendship, why did she Will tell you your story?"
Fu Yuanshu paused after hearing the words, then turned his head to stare at Rochelle for a while, and suddenly laughed weirdly, "Rochelle, from the starting point of your question, can I think...you take this story seriously? ?"
Rochelle's expression was stunned. Indeed, if this is just a story written by Fu Yuanshu, he can completely substitute himself as a character, even if he is just acting as such a seemingly important but irrelevant supporting role. .
There is no way to ask this question unless the story is true.
He laughed and said, "Sorry, my mood hasn't calmed down yet, it's too much like a true story. I mean, if this is a true story, I really want to see her, a girl full of legends. . And I don’t think I need to fix this story. I can contact the publishing house for you immediately.”
"No, I don't plan to publish it, Rochelle." Fu Yuanshu shook his head and smiled.
Rochelle was puzzled, "You mean, you don't intend to make it public? Then I am puzzled. The purpose of your coming this time is..."
"Share." Fu Yuanshu smiled faintly, looking sideways at Rochelle, "Perhaps it's just that I need someone to share it too much, and you are my best friend. I don't worry about being isolated from the world if I don't hear anything outside the window. The author of will reveal the secrets of my heart, and I am eager to share with you, Rochelle."
These words made Rochelle completely blindfolded, "Are you deliberately creating a sense of mystery for this story? Oh, I can't even tell if it is true or not."
Fu Yuanshu watched his expression and smiled again, "You ask me why I know her story? Perhaps because the story is far from over." He stretched out his index finger and tapped Rochelle's hand. books.
Rochelle stared at him for a long while, and curled his eyebrows, "Can I understand that after Wei went to the Yungas Mountains, there was a story, and you played some roles in the later stories, which made her talk. The role of the voice?"
Fu Yuanshu raised his head and drank his glass of wine, smiled smugly, stood up, stretched his waist fiercely, "You are too deep into the play Rochelle."
"Sorry, maybe because it's too much like a true story, I want to go to the Yungas Mountains immediately to see what happened! Maybe I can meet Hawking there?" Rochelle also shook his head and smiled.
Fu Yuanshu raised his mouth, "It doesn't matter whether it's true or not."
"Oh, this is cruel! This is very important for people who read the story!" Rochelle raised the book in his hand and jumped up and said, "How I hope this is a true story, so that I can get to know her , I want to go to the Alaska waters to see the island, I want to see the university in Pengcheng, I want to go to Hutai County to see where she was born, I want to..."
Speaking of this, Rochelle suddenly exclaimed, "Perhaps I should go online and check if there is Rebirth International?"
After all, he flew to the outside of the house.
Soon, Rochelle returned to the room with a rag and began to wipe his computer that would not be turned on for countless years. This made Fu Yuanshu shook his head and sighed, "Perhaps you are the only one in this world who still uses a pen to Writer too."
"Don't be sarcasm. This computer was given to me by Anna a few years ago. God knows, I have never touched this ghost before." Rochelle screamed again as he moved the mouse while sitting in front of the computer. , "I don't have internet at home..."
Looking up, he smiled triumphantly at Fu Yuanshu.
"Rochelle, you are too serious."
Rochelle stared at him for a while, and finally leaned back into the seat in a discouraged manner. "Well, although I rarely contact the outside world, the guard in the story has done so many earth-shattering events. If she really exists, I think there are many ways to find out the truth, such as..."
Rochelle's gaze was suddenly fixed on the logo of the computer brand. He stared at the logo for a while, then suddenly muttered the corner of his mouth and said, "Indeed, life is still going on, and the story is not over."
(Finish)
PS: Take a break. Tomorrow Cui Xian’s future generations will be posted separately. If you have any ideas, please tell me whether the last part of this book will continue as a fan. To be honest, I’m still entangled and hesitated. In his digression, I will finalize whether it is completely over. If I want to liberate and I am extremely reluctant, I will decide tomorrow!
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