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At five to ten, Gu Xiangling finally finished her essay. Her brush was her usual literary and artistic style, and her day's experience had also incorporated a lot of feelings into it. Even reading about colors was touching.

As for the pigeon, it was still laughing as it wrote. It would be sent out after it was done writing, and it would be lying on the table with a smile on its face. "Haha, I wonder if Song Mingjian will explode in anger when he sees it!"

Gu Xiangling then looked curiously at the article written by the white pigeon. Heh, it's simply a joke, mixed with countless jokes. She also had a picture of a fried egg with green peppers.

At the end, he even made up a strange tune:

In the beginning of humanity, nature was good.

Green chilies, scrambled eggs.

I'm eating, Director Song said.

The greedy Boss Song gnawed on the edge of the pot …

"You're going to die!" Gu Xiangling hit the pigeon a few times, "That old thing saw it. It'd be weird if she didn't directly disqualify you."

"What do you know!" The white pigeon was currently reading the essay that Gu Xiangling had written, shaking its head in disapproval. "Sigh, such literary talent. It's too bourgeois. Other than those young girls, I'm afraid it won't enter anyone else's eyes!"

In the middle of the night, the drowsy duo was woken up by the itchiness all over their bodies. He turned on the light and saw the sesame-like little flea hopping on the bed. Oh my god, it's already winter and there's even a flea!

"The pigeons' faces were covered in large and small red pimples, and they were constantly scratching themselves." Did Song Mingjian have a grudge against us in his previous life? Did he think of all the ways to harm us? "

"It's useless even if you protest. Look around, do you have any medicine to kill fleas?" Gu Xiangling rummaged around in the bedside table, she really did find a bottle of pest killing medicine.

Seeing the method to use it, both of them were dumbfounded. Sprinkle it where the vermin roam. Be careful not to come into contact with it!

How was this used? They discussed the matter for a while and had to take the method of sprinkling the powder all around the bed. The white powder scattered a circle of enchantment along the bed sheets. Gu Xiangling smiled bitterly: "Does this count as a 'prison from the ground'?"

The pigeon yawned, "I'm afraid it's better to be in jail than with us."

It was the first time in his life that he had slept in a powder circle. He didn't dare to turn around, nor did he dare to move. Luckily, with the protection of the medicine, the little fleas became obedient.

The two of them started snoring evenly, and after an unknown period of time, the itchy feeling returned. At first he thought it was nervousness, but then the feeling grew stronger.

"She's dead. Did she become resistant to the medicine, or did she give up her life to drink even a little bit of my blood?" The white pigeons shouted as they turned on the lights. When they saw what was happening, they were all stunned. They let out a string of exclamations in unison.

Under the protection of the medicinal powder, the little fleas naturally did not dare to cross the line. However, they climbed along the walls to the roof and then descended from the roof onto the bed!

His posture was like a well-trained special forces soldier!

Gu Xiangling couldn't bear it any longer and shouted, "I'm determined to withdraw from the competition. What the hell is that!"

"Damn it!" The white pigeon cursed incessantly as it hatefully dialed Song Mingjian's number. It rang for a long time before answering. Miss Bai, you called in the middle of the night.

"The pigeon first rudely greeted Song Mingjian's mother." Sleeping? I haven't slept yet. I say, Master Song, let's forget about sending us to this place full of evil and evil. You even gave birth to a large flea nest to suck our blood. "You're crazy!"

Song Ming replied coldly: "You can withdraw at any time." He hung up.

"The white pigeon was so angry that its eyebrows were tied." "Damn, this guy only knows how to say that, right?"

"Forget it, don't argue with that crazy guy." Gu Xiangling had interacted with Song Mingjian before, so she knew that she was someone who didn't understand reason.

"Tomorrow, we'll go to the town and buy new bedding. We'll buy more medicine and clean this house thoroughly!" Gu Xiangling patted the pigeon's shoulder encouragingly. We suffer, others suffer. I think Song Mingjian's intention is not to nurture a God. He thinks that no one can persevere, it's purely for the sake of his own company. Let's let him see, authors after 90 years are not pampered, they can endure all kinds of hardships. "

"But what about tonight?" The pigeon shook its cell phone and said, "It's only four o'clock. You're not going to sleep?"

"Sleep," Gu Xiangling lay down on the bed and spread out her limbs. "Buddha can give up her life to feed the tiger, so I'll give up my life to feed the fleas! Without going through the test of being bathed in fire, how can one evolve? "

The white pigeon threw caution to the wind and lay down on the bed. It chattered, "After so much training in the mountains, the fleas only bite and do nothing." You don't even need to be afraid of your bag, you just have to step on Boss Song's feet. "

After falling asleep for a short while, the sound of a rooster crowing came from afar. When he opened his eyes, the sky was already starting to brighten. Gu Xiangling didn't want to sleep anymore. Her face was extremely itchy, and she didn't know what kind of ghost she had been bitten into.

Stepping on her slippers, she wanted to go wash up, but she suddenly thought of a serious problem. This room had a small toilet, but … It couldn't even be used to wash up.

He thought back to his childhood, when the few families in the village who did not have a good family background were all holding mouthwash cups as they washed their faces and brushed their teeth by the river.

The winter morning was incomparably cold. When she opened the door, Gu Xiangling couldn't help but shiver a few times. In the distance, the dim light of an orange lamp added a few stars of warmth.

Gu Xiangling hadn't slept well last night, so now that she felt weak all over, she quickly washed up in the cold water. She went into the living room to check out the comments she had received from the article she had written last night.

When she finished reading it, it was like a bucket of cold water being poured over her head. Below her essay, there were less praises, more ruin, and even more mockery:

"You're going to the poor mountain valley to pretend to be a little girl dressed in literary and artistic attire? You little sister Green Tea!"

"Simple, earthing gas, true! Do you understand? "Don't tell me that you've written too many romance novels? If you don't pretend, you won't know how to write them!"

"Please let me know if the author can write more truthfully? Can the author please not force his way in? "

"I only lack a comment, praise me so much."

It was the first time in so long that she had received so much slander. Gu Xiangling leaned on the table in dejection, deep in thought, before looking at the other authors' essays.

Although the amount of comments from others wasn't as many as hers, they were more praiseworthy and less damaged. There were even more people who simply said, "Go for it!"

It was unknown when the white pigeon had come in, but it abruptly patted her shoulder. "Hey, what are you daydreaming about? I've been here for so long, yet I still don't know."

"When did you come in?" Gu Xiangling was shocked, she really didn't know when the white pigeons had come in.

"Have you become a ghost? "What are you looking at? You look so sad." The pigeon snatched the computer over and looked at the comments on Gu Xiangling's post. Without any hesitation, it replied to a reader who liked the most, "wild boar aren't you used to eating fine bran?"