"Then I really said it, you have to be mentally prepared."

Li Changle was obviously still frightened by what happened that night.

"Just say what I'm told to say. Stop dilly-dallying and hurry up!"

Wang Siyi was obviously very impatient. What was wrong with this guy tonight? He was like a young girl getting married, looking back every few steps.

"Then I'll tell you, you can't be angry..."

Li Changle wanted to get a golden medal of immunity from death from Wang Siyi first.

"If you don't tell me now I'll be angry!"

Wang Siyi was furious.

"Oh... I told you then. I'm not sure how you bumped into the door that night, but when I opened the door, you were already sitting on the ground, and you pitifully told me that your feet hurt."

"Then you asked me to carry you into the house. I had no choice but to pick you up. Then you wanted to kiss me, but I stopped you..."

"And you said you wanted to drink, and while you were yelling about wanting to drink, you said you wanted to be a queen. I fed you ginger soup, but you wanted chicken soup, and you even made a pinky promise with me..."

.........

Wang Siyi was stunned as she read the paragraphs of text sent by Li Changle.

It turns out that he had hugged me before, but I didn't know it, and I even wanted to kiss him...

That’s not all. When I wanted to kiss him, he actually stopped me. Damn it, am I so unattractive?

Wang Siyi was both ashamed and angry, but when she continued to watch, she felt she had no face to continue.

Even if I didn't meet him face to face, even if we were more than a thousand kilometers apart, I felt like I was doomed this time.

Wang Siyi put the phone behind her back, lay down on the bed with her face flushed, and buried her face in the pillow like an ostrich.

Her legs would flap up and down from time to time, showing her inner restlessness and shyness.

It took Wang Siyi half an hour to recover. The blush on her face had not yet faded, and she carefully picked up her phone.

Watching Li Changle talking about his social death experience that night, his face became even redder, like a ripe apple.

It turns out that he always knew that he was thinking about the queen, so he planned to write a song for himself, including that chicken soup.

It turned out that the chicken soup that morning was so delicious because he had made a promise with himself, so he went to buy the ingredients early.

Wang Siyi still remembers the taste of that bowl of chicken soup. Thinking of this, a sweet smile appeared on her rosy face. What a fool, he does whatever she says.

Wang Siyi rolled back and forth on the bed again, holding her phone. When she was tired, she remembered that she had not replied to Li Changle.

But when I think of those times when I was drunk, what should I say to him?

"Wang Siyi, Wang Siyi, you are such a glutton and love to play. You can never drink again."

He said in frustration and patted his head.

I checked the time and it was very late. I had to record a song tomorrow, so I decided not to chat with him. I opened WeChat on my phone and sent a message:

"I'm going to bed, good night."

Li Changle waited for half an hour, but Wang Siyi didn't reply to her. This result was within her expectations. This woman was just thin-skinned.

Really, I have said it several times, but you still have to say it yourself, forcing yourself to be socially frustrated again. Why?

I shook my head and saw WeChat on my phone light up. I opened it and found that it was a message from Wang Siyi.

He simply replied "good night" and put down his phone. Li Changle was also very sleepy. He looked at the time and it was already twelve o'clock.

I went to the computer and clicked publish to publish the first chapter of the new book, "The Snowstorm".

When it comes to martial arts, the first thing that comes to Li Changle's mind is naturally Mr. Jin Yong's The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

The core idea that a great hero serves his country and his people runs through the entire novel. This is the true martial arts hero.

Li Changle felt that as a time traveler and a practitioner in the cultural and entertainment industry, it would be a shame for Mr. Jin if he didn't write the Legend of the Condor Heroes trilogy for everyone to read.

What is a hero? After The Legend of the Condor Heroes was written, everyone finally had a clear concept, that is, the greatest hero is one who serves his country and his people.

The success of The Legend of the Condor Heroes lies in the portrayal of the characters in the book that fully reveals the true character of Mr. Jin Yong, and there is no need to read The Legend of the Condor Heroes a second time.

By the time everyone finished watching it for the first time, they were already familiar with names like the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, the East Evil, the West Poison, the South Emperor, the North Beggar, the Old Boy, and Iron Palm Floating on the Water.

Some of them are crazy or resentful, some are mad or evil, some are heroic or vicious, some are cold and arrogant or benevolent and brave. Their deeds and personalities are vividly portrayed on the paper.

I can’t forget Mei Ruohua’s bitter regret for sacrificing her life to protect her teacher, and I can’t forget Yinggu reciting "The Four Looms" with resentment.

I can’t forget Yang Kang’s shameful act of recognizing a thief as his father and using Jing Kang as his name, I can’t forget Lu Youjiao’s clever plan for the Western Expedition, and I can’t forget Genghis Khan’s muttering to the eagle.

I can't forget Li Ping's perseverance, kindness and willingness to die for justice. The supporting characters are so outstanding, and the protagonists Guo Jing and Huang Rong are even more outstanding and unforgettable.

Not to mention the novel, even if it was a remake of the TV series, who didn’t miss Rong’er when watching the 1983 version or the 2008 version of the TV series as a child?

What is Wuxia? Wuxia is a fairy tale for adults, because adults cannot believe in fairy tales from childhood.

But deep down, I want a space where I can let my imagination run wild, release my repressed emotions, or simply find a place to rest when I’m under pressure.

Thus, a small space emerged between serious literature and street literature, and this is the place for martial arts.

The plot is full of ups and downs, and sometimes it is deeply immersive. It is not as vulgar as street stalls, nor as difficult to read as famous works. This is martial arts.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!