At 8 o'clock in the evening, the finale was updated on time. After Meng Wan checked the typos again, he used to going to the comment section.

Dabai: Oh, it’s over before you can read it enough. Please write something more. I want to read the extras of the buns!

The starlings go up the tree: I unknowingly finished another book and wanted to lock Wanwan into a small dark room, typing 24 hours a day.

Who flattened my steamed bun: I just got into the trap yesterday, but it was over today. The climax ended too quickly, and the author couldn't last.

Below is a group of little angels shouting dirty.

Meng Wan reads the comments about everything and color one by one, feeling satisfied and faintly lost. The story that has been serialized for more than three months, writes out the sense of accomplishment of the plot that I think of in my heart every day, and the joy that is loved and encouraged by many readers. When all of this ends with the ending, I really feel reluctant to leave.

But that kind of reluctance will be replaced by the feeling of liberation. The ending means rest and the ability to go out again!

Went to the mall to buy clothes, eat delicious food and watch movies, play games and beautify beauty. Meng Wan indulged for a week before he followed the online literature circle again.

Publishing editor Sister Guo sent her a blood-red delivery date and hoped that she would make a laptop screensaver to cure the draft.

Meng Wan smiled back and quickly closed the chat box and went to Weibo. She received countless tits. The one with the highest repetition rate came from netizens. The number of reposts exceeded 10,000. Meng Wan had a headache when she saw the familiar big V nickname. She rubbed her head before clicking on Weibo. After reading the complete text, Meng Wan just wanted to lie down on the corpse.

The big V is called "Raising Dogs and Shuowen", who calls himself an idle person, likes to keep dogs and read novels, male authors and female authors, and great gods, will talk about them as long as he has read them. Readers regard him as the blogger of the tweets, and the authors love him and are afraid of him, because all the books he mentioned are basically popular, but those he mentioned are basically mixed praises and criticisms.

Meng Wan started writing books in her sophomore year, and she has been writing for five years. Thanks to readers' support. Now she is also a popular author with millions of fans and a great romance master in readers' words. To be honest, Meng Wan's book is so popular that she doesn't need to "raising dogs and essays" to attract her popularity. The other party's comments will only bring negative emotions to her.

Because "Raising a Dog" has not changed for five years: the romance classics still cannot escape the love between men and women, and has no meaning!

In response to this, Meng Wan scolded the screen countless times: What I like is romance. If you want connotation, you can read books with connotation!

"Raising a Dog" really likes reading connotation books, and strongly recommends another online writer Ye Ning. Ye Ning and Meng Wan are on the same website, specializing in crime-related topics, and are slightly less popular than Meng Wan, but Ye Ning is also a physical book seller, covering men and women, and has signed several film and television contracts in succession.

"Raising a Dog" Kuai Ye Ning: his pen name Ye Ning, but there is never Ning Ye in her book.

Listen, how profound and connotative!

With a big V, readers often compare the two under the books of Meng Wan and Ye Ning. The story of Ye Ning supporting Ye Ning's praising Ye Ning is profound and exquisite, she can only write Mary Su's romance, and the words of Meng Wan supporting her are delicate and emotional, which makes Ye Ning feel embarrassed... Over time, her pseudonyms "Qingshi Xiangwan" and "Ye Ning" have been tied together. Whenever they are mentioned, they will inevitably be inseparable.

Can Meng Wan feel good if she is compared to others and criticized without meaning? She really wants to block these things, but she doesn't have that kind of mind. Sometimes she will scold big Vs and occasionally she will vent her anger in her heart. But more often, Meng Wan is sadly denying herself. She really only writes about love, unlike Ye Ning. The case is written in a tortuous and stimulating manner, deeply exploring the dark side of human nature. It is said that the cases have prototypes, and they have also gone to the criminal police friend to learn about it...

Lying on the table, Meng Wan cried. She also wanted to write a story with connotation and wanted to be praised.

But what does it mean to have connotation?

Meng Wan once discussed with Sister Guo that she wanted to rewrite a more biased subject matter that was easily praised for her connotation. Sister Guo advised her to stick to her original intention and think twice before acting. Meng Wansie repeated over and over again, and finally continued to write romance. However, now, after reading the sharp and ruthless comments of the big V, Meng Wan urgently wanted to prove herself and prove that she could write the connotation.

Romance still needs to be spoken, but she wants to combine romance and connotation.

Meng Wan went to the study room.

The solid wood bookcase was almost full, and she looked at the bookstore and wanted to buy it. However, she brought it back and left it with a few pages, including a variety of materials. Meng Wan's eyes swept across the spine in turn, took a few steps, Meng Wan paused her feet, staring at a book "Theory of Celadon of the Song Dynasty" thoughtfully.

When did you buy this book?

Meng Wan remembered it. In her senior year, she wrote an ancient saying. She went to the bookstore to search for relevant materials. She was attracted by the celadon on the cover and bought it casually. Meng Wan liked celadon. In addition to its beautiful and exquisite celadon, she was also famous for the celadon in the south city of her hometown, and is a key cultural signboard in the province and city.

Ge Kiln, one of the five major kilns in China, refers to celadon, and its firing process has been included in the intangible cultural heritage list. Is it connotation enough?

Meng Wan was overjoyed. Her romance story might have no meaning, but she was full of inspiration. Looking at the celadon on the cover, Meng Wan soon had a prototype of conception. No one could stop the inspiration. Meng Wan leaned on the sofa to meditate. An hour later, Meng Wan opened her notebook and knocked on the outline of the character.

Modification, revision, deny reconstruction and improvement, Meng Wan wrote a temporary satisfactory outline at 1:00 a.m., and the branches and leaves may change in the later stage, but the outline has basically been determined.

With romance, celadon supports the connotation. Meng Wan pinched her chin and began to search for a reliable celadon factory in Nancheng. She also wanted to go to collect folk songs.

On Monday morning, Meng Wan took a deep breath and dialed.

In Nancheng, Lu Chaoqing, who had just finished a theft case, came to the Shuoshi Celadon Factory with two bottles of Erguotou to visit his old man.

Mr. Lu is a respected master in the celadon circle. The Lu family insists on following the traditional porcelain making method, and there are no more precious porcelain production, so the porcelain factory is not big. There is only one front desk in the hall, named Xiaofang, who is the daughter of the foreman in the factory. He has known Lu Chaoqing since he was a child.

Work was easy, Xiaofang held her cell phone and read the novel secretly. Lu Chaoqing deliberately pushed the door lightly, but Xiaofang didn't notice it. The phone was suddenly snatched away. Xiaofang was startled and raised her head and met Lu Chaoqing's face with unshaven bearded and bronzed. The man held the wine in one hand and the mobile phone in the other, and sat lazily on the table.

Xiaofang reached out to grab it.

Lu Chaoqing raised his cell phone, he was 1.9 meters tall, his arms were raised, and Xiaofang couldn't reach it even when he stood on tiptoe. Lu Chaoqing looked at him ten lines, and he was so hot that he was pouring rain... Lu Chaoqing shook his head and glanced at Xiaofang with an unsuccessful look: "I think I can't find a boyfriend when I read these random romance novels every day."

"The person who chases me can fill your blocks, so you have to take care of it!" Xiaofang snatched the phone and sat back on the chair. Cough cough, the Lu family's chair is really good, but Xiaofang's weight is slightly over the standard. As soon as she sat down, the chair made a heartbreaking creaking sound.

"Sit slowly, and if you break it, sue you for intentional damage to the factory property." Lu Chaoqing laughed casually. He looked like a gangster who was ungrateful and deserved to be beaten. He was not like a detective, but like a gangster.

Xiaofang was angry and embarrassed, and pushed her glasses. She was about to push back when the phone rang.

Glazed at Lu Chaoqing fiercely, Xiaofang looked at the phone, smiled slightly, and then picked up the microphone.

Lu Chaoqing was on vacation today and came to the porcelain factory to relax. There was no urgent matter. He had long legs and lit a cigarette with one hand. His black eyes looked out the glass door, sat comfortably and lazy and listened to Xiaofang's conversation with others. The spacious and bright hall was very quiet, so quiet that the sound opposite the microphone was also clearly heard.

"Hello, is it the Chuanshi Celadon Factory?"

"Yes, is there anything you have?"

"Well, that's right. I, I am the author, the kind of online novel. I recently wanted to write a book about celadon theme, but I don't know enough about this. I found out that your factory insists on traditional craftsmanship on the Internet. I am particularly interested. I hope to go to your factory to study. I don't know if it's convenient?"

This is the first time I heard about this. Lu Chao looked at Xiaofang freshly.

Xiaofang's attention turned off, and gossip fire flashed in her eyes behind the lens: "Which website is the author of? What is the pen name? I follow articles every day, maybe I have seen you!"

Lu Chaoqing was speechless.

Meng Wan was also surprised and touched her head, feeling a little embarrassed: "My pen name is Qingshi Xiangwan, I don't know you..."

"Ahhhh, Xiangwan!"

Xiaofang screamed and jumped up. Meng Wan subconsciously took away his phone, while Lu Chaoqing almost got deaf when Xiaofang was shocked. Xiaofang's eyes were gone, and he held the phone and chatted with his beloved big brother excitedly. The previous second was talking about Meng Wan's new book, but the next second was jumping to the male protagonist of a previous book.

Like a star chaser.

Just when Lu Chaoqing was bored and was about to leave, he heard Xiaofang exaggerate the beauty as if he was praising her heart.

Lu Chaoqing regained his position.

He was not interested in beauty, but the pen name "Qingshi Xiangwan" hit him. Isn't his ancestral celadon just a kind of blue stone?

Open the mobile web page and Lu Chaoqing enters "Qingshi Xiangwan".

Yo, there are actually entries. Lu Chao counted them in and saw the first introduction: Qingshi Xiangwan, the romance author, started to create in 2009, and became famous in the same year with "Qingong Orange". It focuses on romantic romance and only wrote two books a year, which began serialization on Valentine's Day and the Chinese New Year on the Lunar New Year.

Lu Chaoqing sneered, she liked love love. A woman who loves love.

The screen slides down and a photo suddenly pops up.

Lu Chaoqing's eyes narrowed.

The girl in the photo is sitting by the beach wearing sunglasses, her long hair is blown by the sea breeze, and the young man's vitality is coming. She is holding a drink in her hand, but she raised her head to smile at the camera, as if someone called her to take a photo. There is only her upper body in the camera, and the girl only exposed her sunglasses, but her fair and tender face and plump red lips are telling everyone that this is definitely a beauty.

What surprised Lu Chaoqing was that he seemed to have seen this girl. After thinking about it for a moment, an old acquaintance file was called up in his mind.

Lu Chaoqing was a criminal police captain at a young age. He had extraordinary talents, especially his eyes, which were extremely vicious, and he could not forget them all.

Xiaofang finally talked about the main thing: "Sorry, I have to ask the factory director for this matter, Wanwan, wait? I'll reply to you later."

Meng Wan smiled and said yes.

Xiaofang hung up the phone and looked at Lu Chaoqing who was still here. She raised her chin towards the stairs: "Go together?"

Lu Chaoqing shook his head and signaled Xiaofang to sit back again. He held up his cell phone and smiled: "You look good, are there any other photos?"

Xiaofang was alert: "What are you doing when you ask about this? Do you like my house? "

Lu Chaofei lit the screen and contemptted: "Whether you see, you dare not show your eyes, it means that her eyes are ugly, and she dares to show them no matter how beautiful a woman."

Xiaofang wanted to provide evidence to refute it, but Qingcheng Xiangwan didn't like to publish photos. The only one seemed to be released when "Qingcheng" was published. According to Qingcheng Xiangwan's text interview, she was only in her sophomore year at that time and published a physical book for the first time. The editor suggested that she attach a photo at the folding mouth, so she chose one for the editor. "Qingcheng" was a big seller, and some vicious netizens mocked Qingcheng Xiangwan for selling her face. Since then, Qingcheng Xiangwan has never released any photos of her face and has not even attended the author conference.

Lu Chaoqing continued to urge her to turn back.

Xiaofang stared at her eyes: "Don't make trouble."

"I'm going to make the decision, so she's allowed to come to the factory to study." Lu Chaoqing said impatiently.

Xiaofang's eyes lit up. Grandpa Lu is a master of celadon, and looks like a paranormal, not like to talk or laugh. His two sons, the eldest son Professor Lu, is Lu Chaoqing's biological father, an archaeological expert, regardless of the matters in the factory. Lu Er's uncle inherited his father's business and served as the director of the celadon factory, and was as serious as Grandpa Lu. Xiaofang was really afraid that Uncle Lu would refuse. If Lu Chaoqing agreed first, Uncle Lu would have to give his nephew face.

"Then you are not allowed to talk nonsense." Xiaofang compromised, but made a request to Lu Chaoqing.

Lu Chaoqing shrugged, picked up the microphone directly, and called back.

The ringtone rang, Meng Wan's heartbeat increased, and she saw the number clearly. Meng Wan tried hard to keep calm and answered with a smile: "Xiaofang."

The sweet and smiling voice once again stimulated some of Lu Chaoqing's memories. He coughed lightly and said seriously: "I am the manager of the porcelain factory."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, and he had an inexplicable power. When he heard that he was a manager, Meng Wan became even more nervous: "Hello, I'm sorry to bother you."

Lu Chaoqing was not polite: "Please provide your real name, household registration, age, and graduation school, I need a basic understanding."

Meng Wan frowned, but out of trust and respect for the celadon factory, he still reported it one by one: "My name is Meng Wan..."

Lu Chaoqing smiled, it was indeed her.

"Thank you for your cooperation. When will Miss Meng come here?"

Meng Wan also needs to revise the actual draft, but it is the same wherever you are. Look at the calendar, Meng Wan asked: "Is it OK on Wednesday?"

Lu Chaoqing: "Yes, I'll send your company address later."

Things were easily settled, Meng Wan thanked repeatedly.

Lu Chaoqing hung up the phone and took out his mobile phone to edit the text message while Xiaofang asked how to explain to the factory director next.

With a tingling sound, Meng Wan received the message:

The address of the first line of porcelain factory is the same as the website marked, with more route choices.

The second line reported its identity: I am Lu Chaoqing, the manager of the porcelain factory, and I can contact you anytime if you have any questions.

Meng Wan was happy and replied immediately: Yes, thank you Manager Lu, I will treat you to a meal later!
Chapter completed!