Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2478: Critical to Violet
Chapter 2478 Critical to Amethyst (1)
Meanwhile, Great Britain, the old town of Edinburgh.
“Ha, that’s funny. I laughed from the bottom of my heart.” Sabo laughed after watching the TV series.
“Uh, Brother Sabo?” Mason, the blond boy, looked at the gray rabbit man doubtfully: “But the one you just played seems to be a tragedy?”
“That’s not it, you only watched the finale episode, you didn’t watch the whole series, and you didn’t understand the dark humor of the Britons.” Sabo laughed, “The fact is that the heroine rejected the hero. to marry someone who is much richer and uglier than the male protagonist. For her, love is not important at all, in the end, the most important thing is money. In reality, this kind of thing doesn’t happen too much Is it?
As a result, the male protagonist worked hard to make money in order to regain the heroine’s love, and almost died of overwork to earn enough wealth, but she has already married a rich man and even has children.
After he finally gave up on the heroine and got married and started a family, the heroine’s husband suddenly went bankrupt due to business failure in the economic depression, leaving her and her children on the streets. She had the cheek to go to him for help, and he even offered to help her when she was in a pinch, so as to save her and her children from being unlucky. How did she repay him? First, he teased him as a maid in his home, used a series of acting skills to get rid of his original wife, and then forced him to marry her. After getting married, she poisoned his food, and gradually poisoned him with a non-lethal but cumulatively lethal chronic poison, embezzling his property. That stupid man died with a new happy smile, thinking she was the most beautiful person in the world.
The power of love is indeed great, and it can make a gangster with a low social status make a vow to work hard to climb up, and finally achieve a successful career.
But the power of money is greater, it can turn an innocent girl into a black-bellied devil, playing with men in applause and taking everything away.
Love is worthless in the face of the temptation of money. What kind of love that lasts to the death, what kind of love that never leaves, are all deceitful plots in novels and movies, how can there be in reality. This is a series full of satire, telling people how cruel and ruthless reality is, and how ridiculous it is to indulge in false love. Even the name is called “Love is Poison”, do you think it can still be a comedy? “
“Do you really think so, Brother Sabo?”
“After all, in my life, I have seen too many cases of betrayal of friends and relatives for profit.” The young gray rabbit sneered: “This movie exists to satirize all of this, tell you People are separated from each other, and unless they have the same strong relationship with each other, no one can be trusted.”
“It’s a little sad to hear you say that.” Mason’s answer was disappointing.
“Sorry for disappointing you.” The gray rabbit smiled bitterly: “But that’s what I really think. After going through everything I’ve been through, it’s impossible for me to trust anyone easily.”
The blond boy looked at the Gray Rabbit and asked tentatively, “Can’t I be trusted too, Brother Sabo?”
“Sorry, but I have only known you for a day.” Sabo replied bluntly: “You didn’t even tell me your background, even if you were avoiding a group of people, why did you stay at my house? Hiding for a week without letting me know. It’s a bit difficult for me to trust you.”
“Indeed.” Mason seemed to be hesitating, maybe trying to tell Sabo the truth, but he never got it out.
“Is there nothing you want to say? It’s fine.” Sabo smiled wryly: “I shouldn’t ask anything anyway, so that’s it. It’s late at night, stop watching TV, go back to your room and sleep.”
“Okay.” Mason replied, just got up from the sofa, but seemed to see something, suddenly froze and backed away.
“What’s wrong?”
“Cock…!” he said.
“Cock?”
“Cock… **** cock **** cock **** cock **** cockroach!!!!!!” The blond boy screamed: “It’s at your feet!”
“Oh?” Sabo glanced at his feet calmly, and there was indeed a small black shadow that moved slightly. The disgusting little bug has not yet begun to be alert, and has no intention of running away, but just shakes its tentacles casually there.
It’s just a cockroach. Sabo took out a small notebook from the side of the sofa as a matter of course, tore a piece of paper full of words from it, and then with a swish, he used the paper to kill the insects on the ground with lightning speed. .
The body of the cockroach was crushed, making an abnormal sound of “wave”, which made Mason tremble.
“What a fuss.” Sabo snorted, crumpling the paper, carrying the paper along with the cockroach’s body, taking it to the kitchen and throwing it in the trash.
And Mason also sat down on the sofa as if his feet were weak, and took a sneak peek at the notebook.
It’s fine if he doesn’t look at it, but he can’t stop looking at it, and he flips a few pages with his hands. When Sabo came back from the kitchen after disposing of the cockroaches and washing his hands, Mason continued to flip through the notebook with tears in his eyes.
“Wow, what are you doing?” The young bunny was frightened by the other party’s exaggerated reaction.
“I don’t know…there are such tragic and moving stories in the world.” The blond boy wiped the corners of his eyes and whispered, “You wrote this?”
“Well, it’s the manuscript of a novel I wrote before.” Sabo replied embarrassedly, “At that time my mother was sick and I was under a lot of pressure, so I tried to write something to vent.”
“Writing this level of work just by venting?!”
“What [to this extent], isn’t this just useless rubbish.” Sabo shrugged, humming self-deprecatingly.
“How can this be garbage?” Mason exclaimed: “I was really moved by the scene where the hero and heroine said goodbye to the moon just now. I was moved to tears in a small chapter! How could a work of this level be garbage?!”
“Do you think so?” Sabo smiled disapprovingly: “Maybe it’s because you’re still young and ignorant of the world? Things that can impress you now may not be as good as garbage in ten years’ time?”
“How is it possible!”
“Hoohoo. Let me tell you something.” Sabo laughed, sitting calmly on the sofa, while also taking the manuscript from Mason’s hand: “This kind of thing, I tried to take it. The newspaper submitted the article, hoping to earn some money to help make up for the living. But it didn’t work at all. The editor of the newspaper devalued the article, thinking that such a novel with an unclear theme and ambiguous content could not be sold at all.
What they want are works that can help them make money immediately. The more grandiose the theme, the better, the more exaggerated the content, the better, and the more flashy the writing, the better. If you can do this, even if the novel itself is garbage, it will be a big hit. Anyway, most of the readers of this era are such a group of impetuous, brainless, fast food laity.
On the contrary, this kind of purely venting work, the content is too oppressive and desperate, obscure and difficult to understand, and no one is willing to watch it. If it was published, the sales would definitely die. “
“I really don’t think so…” Mason whispered.
“So you’re a kid.” Sabo sneered: “Adults are much more naive, stupid, and lazy than you are. They’re too tired to live and start seeing the world in a completely different way. Everything is Instead of glittering as the children see it, they become gray. So instead of needing more gray things, they go for the illusory, glittering but vulgar and boring things. It’s not anyone’s fault, it’s just life.”
“That’s too sad.” The blond boy whispered.
“Perhaps. But it’s a fact that no one sees it at all.” Sabo laughed at himself again: “So this manuscript is not even a rag, so it’s not a pity to throw it away.”
In fact Mason seems to have seen something like that sitting near the kitchen. He didn’t care at that time, because the same manuscript had long been smoked black and yellow by the kitchen fumes and fire, and the handwriting on it had long since been unrecognizable. The ignition function of the stove is not very good. The manuscripts placed next to the stove are used as ignition. Before Sabo started a fire, he used a lighter to ignite the torn pieces of paper from the manuscript book, and then used the burning pieces of paper to ignite. Fire the stove.
Before Mason knew about this, the young bunny had burned so many manuscripts to ashes, burning down how many touching stories he had written.
It’s just that a mentally retarded newspaper editor told him back then that the content was worthless.
Mason looked at the Gray Rabbit youth with incredulous eyes.
“What’s the matter?” Rabbit groaned.
“Since this manuscript is just trash to you, can I keep a copy as a souvenir?” Mason asked, “Better than throwing it away?”
“It’s really disturbing…” The young rabbit man scratched his head: “I wrote this thing, and it’s so badly written, it would be embarrassing to show you like this.”
“It won’t be embarrassing, I’ll just take a look at it and keep it as a souvenir.” The blond boy said: “You devalue it for nothing, and I won’t expect too much to see it. Is it possible?”
“If you like it, do what you want.” The rabbit scratched his head again and shoved the manuscript into the other’s hand: “It will definitely make you feel bored. It is good for hypnosis.”
“Hahaha.” Mason took the manuscript with less than half of it with a smile. The stories recorded in it are already quite fragmented, after all, there are too many torn pages. But it makes do with the ~IndoMTL.com~ still readable. Good night. “Sabo didn’t say much, turned his head and walked to his room.
Mason also walked into the room with the manuscript, lying on the uncomfortable hardboard, reading the manuscript in the dim light.
He couldn’t help but burst into tears as he watched.
It was a broken soul, at the end of its life, screaming silently at maximum volume. That can’t be a crappy work. In a sense, it can even be considered a masterpiece.
A boring, impetuous, and stupid era, burying the gods and bringing the real garbage to the sky, this is the most terrifying and tragic place.
The blond boy scribbled something on another piece of paper. Not a novel, but something shorter. Maybe verses, maybe lyrics. He had only seen a part of the whole story and could not restore the whole picture, but he was still able to guess and describe everything in a shorter way.
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