Chapter 353

If there is no evil intention, then why did the man come? It can't be a coincidence. It's supposed to be someone who comes here specially to do something. No matter what he comes here to do, he must know her or be easy to make

Is it Yiling's friend? No, it's impossible. She doesn't know how many friends Yi Ling has, but when she stayed with Yi Ling, she never saw anyone come to find Yi Ling.

Is that someone who knows her coming to look for her secretly?

But who she knew would come to her in this way? He's also a man of martial arts.

Zhuo Tian? Or Ink leisure? These two are the two people she knows who have kung fu.

Zhuo Tian can get rid of it. As for Mo Qingxian It's unlikely that he'll sneak in on her, right? They had a quarrel, and he even felt that there was no emotion between them. In that case, how could he secretly come to find her?

Although she denies it, Zhao Xiaoling feels that it's possible that it's him. She has no reason, no reason, but she thinks it might be him.

Yi Ling came back with a carriage and saw Zhao Xiaoling sitting on the bed in a daze. He called her, "what happened? Why are you so dazed? "

Zhao Xiaoling looked at him, shook his head and made no sound.

Yi Ling said, "I've got the carriage. Let's move."

"Good."

Should sound, Zhao Xiaoling get out of bed, put on shoes and coat, simple pack up things, and then take things to the outside of the carriage.

After she left, Yi Ling packed the books in her room, sent them to the carriage, and then went to pack up her own things. Then she took the carriage to find an inn and lived with Zhao Xiaoling.

After staying in the inn, Zhao Xiaoling thought that Mo Qingxian might have come to find her secretly. She was very complicated and uneasy. She couldn't read books during the day, and she didn't sleep well at night. Every day she almost went to bed in the middle of the night, which also led to her waking up very late during the day.

After struggling for two days, Zhao Xiaoling decided to find something for himself, so he asked Yi Ling to buy a lot of paper and ink, and began to write on the paper.

Yi lingchu didn't know what she was writing. When she was writing, he just looked at it and occasionally said a few words to her.

It was only after she had written for a day or two that Yi Ling suddenly picked up a piece of paper she had written and looked at it, and found that she was writing a story.

"You wrote that? Or the story in the book you read? " Easy to make puzzled asked.

Zhao Xiaoling glanced at him, stopped in his hand and said faintly, "this is what I wrote."

"The story you wrote? Why do you suddenly want to write a story? "

"Boring." After spitting out two words, Zhao Xiaoling continued to write.

Yi Ling was curious about what she wrote, so she took the paper she started to write and read it.

He just looked at them one by one and changed them one after another.

After reading it for half an hour, Yi Ling finished reading Zhao Xiaoling's story.

After reading the story, Yi lingchong said to Zhao Xiaoling, "you wrote this kind of ghost story. Why do you want to write this kind of story?"

"Because there is no such story in the book I read, I want to write one."

Yi Ling squinted and asked, "how did you think of this story?"

"How did you think of that? I've heard some ghost stories, and then I suddenly thought of such a story. "

Yi Ling said curiously, "what will happen to the female ghost in your story?"

"Want to know?" Asked Zhao Xiaoling.

Yi Ling nodded, "I want to know."

"When I'm finished, you can see. The story is not long. It will be finished soon."

Yi Ling youyou said, "can't you tell me first?"

Zhao Xiaoling said faintly, "I didn't think of the ending of the story. I write the story according to the situation. If I'm in a good mood, I'll write a good ending. If I'm in a bad mood..."

"Tut Tut, you are the most wayward writer I have ever met."

Zhao Xiaoling laughs, "more than I am willful." How many modern writers stop their stories before they finish writing them?

Yi Ling shrugged, did not tangle with her about the ending of the story, but said to her, "are you going to put it on like this after you are bored to write it out?"

"What else?" The reason why she wants to write is that she doesn't want to be idle.

"You're very good at writing. It's a waste of time to put it up like this. Otherwise, you can print this book and sell it."

Zhao Xiaoling looked at him and said, "does anyone buy it? Bookshop owners can't sell storybooks. Do you think someone will buy them? "

"How do you know nobody's buying it if you don't try?" Easy to make calm voice.

Zhao Xiaoling said with a smile, "do you know how expensive it is to print books?"

Ancient times are not modern times. There are no machines here to make paper printing. They are all hand-made, so paper and printing are very troublesome and expensive. The books here are not cheap.

Yi Ling thought about it and said, "in this way, you write it. I'll sell it to storytellers and let them buy storytellers."Zhao Xiaoling looked at him and said leisurely, "if you don't mind if you don't get anything, you can do it. Anyway, you can put it on."

"Well, you can write it quickly." Easy to make urge.

Zhao Xiaoling no longer talks and writes a story in silence.

That day, it was about dark, and Zhao Xiaoling finished the story.

When he put down his pen, Zhao Xiaoling felt that his hands were useless.

In order to write this story these two days, she has been writing all the time. Although she looks not tired, it is not much easier than doing farm work in the field.

Zhao Xiaoling put pen, Yi Ling immediately took away the story she had written, leaving only one sentence. I will go to Mr. Shuo Shu tomorrow to buy a book and then leave.

After he left, Zhao Xiaoling stretched out, looked at the sky outside, and walked towards the outside of the room.

After staying in the inn for two days and writing books for two days, she needed to go outside and see the excitement outside, otherwise she might suffer from depression.

If you stay in one place for a long time and don't do anything, people's spirit will have some problems.

Out of the inn, Zhao Xiaoling stretched and walked slowly.

After walking for a while, he suddenly smelled the smell of baked potatoes. Zhao Xiaoling swallowed and went to the place where the potatoes were sold.

It's a small stall, and it's in the corner.

The one who sold potatoes there was a teenage girl. She was dressed in shabby clothes. She baked potatoes seriously, and her bright eyes didn't blink.

Zhao Xiaoling was about to walk towards the little girl when two of them beat her.

Zhao Xiaoling doubts to see the next two people, not from a Zheng, unexpectedly is from the day and rose.

They held hands and seemed to be very close.

Zhao Xiaoling thought flash, see two people bought all the little girl's potatoes, and then holding the potatoes toward her head-on.