Chapter 31: A Thousand Words and a Thousand Words

The blue bird remembered, this March is a rookie author, the first article published in the supernatural world is called Thousand Forty, and the price given is three hundred words per thousand, and then in March he wrote a "thief" to contribute, but it was rejected, because the thief article, there is no supernatural horror element in it, but there are mostly funny ingredients.

It's just that Blue Bird doesn't understand that whether it is Thousand Forty and Thief, these two articles are not outstanding, and it was decided to use Thousand Forty at that time, just because the author of Jue belongs to potential writers.

So why are readers so fascinated by this article, and so many more!

According to incomplete statistics, dozens of phone calls have been received today, and hundreds of letters have been received from readers, all of whom are asking why this issue of the supernatural world has not published the work of March.

Quickly find out the thousand forty and read it, but the blue bird still can't find anything enough to make the readers crazy.

However, the blue bird realized that maybe this is an opportunity, maybe this author called March, will be a supernatural genius writer, which is an opportunity for the supernatural world!

With patience, he found the rejected thief from the mailbox, and the blue bird finally found the answer.

Although there are no supernatural elements in Qianforty and Thief, after reading these two articles, they are all thought-provoking.

For example, one thousand forty, it is about a person who does not repay another person's money, and he is complacent when he hears the news of the death of the creditor, so he does not have to pay back the money, and then his concubine gave birth to a child for him, and the child was seriously ill and finally died, and the money for medical treatment plus burying the child was exactly four thousand.

This story tells people a truth, don't lose your conscience as a person for a little profit, you have to pay back the money you owe to others, there is reincarnation in heaven, if you don't pay it back, God will definitely punish you in another way.

The blue bird immediately decided to raise the power of the whole station and push March!

He even logged in to TT and sent a message to March: "March, I re-read this thief of yours, it's actually very well written, we decided to adopt it in the next issue, the price will be given to you according to a thousand words and a thousand, if the effect is good, there will be a price increase, but you have to sign a contract with our supernatural world, you can't go to other magazines to publish, including changing your pen name to publish in other houses." ”

......

I fell asleep after eating last night and woke up when it was time for school.

After breakfast, I went back to school, and when I was on the way, I happened to meet Wang Wenjing.

"Xiaoqiang, where have you disappeared for so long!" Wang Wenjing seemed to be a little excited between her words, and her eyes were red at the same time.

Zhang Xiaoqiang could see that his fifteen days in the Internet café had made many people worried: "I have something at home, hehe." ”

"Oh, you took a microcomputer class and left suddenly, and you didn't ask the teacher for leave. ”

"That's right, I'm in a hurry at home, I didn't have time to ask for leave, don't worry, I'll explain this to the teacher. ”

"Well, did you see the TT message I sent you last night?" Wang Wenjing's voice was like a mosquito.

"Ah, what's the news? I didn't see it!" Zhang Xiaoqiang fell asleep after eating last night, and didn't see the message from Wang Wenjing.

"No, nothing. For some reason, Wang Wenjing's little face suddenly turned ruddy: "If you don't see it, forget it, I'm playing." ”

Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang putting his eyes on his right hand, Wang Wenjing hurriedly put his right hand wrapped in gauze behind his back.

"You're hurt?"

"It's okay, I'm cooking at home, I accidentally cut my hand, and it doesn't interfere with writing. ”

"That's good, such an adult, be careful in the future. ”

"I see, thank you. ”

After saying this, the two had already walked side by side to the school gate.

At this time, Liu Wenwen's voice came from behind her, and Wang Wenjing hurriedly distanced herself from Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Then he turned his head to look at Liu Wenwen: "Wenwen, you're here!"

"Hmm. Liu Wenwen glanced at Zhang Xiaoqiang: "Why are you two together?"

"I met on the road. Wang Wenjing replied in a low voice.

"Oh. Liu Wenwen seemed a little unhappy, looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, and said in a questioning tone: "Zhang Xiaoqiang, disappeared for so many days, where have you been, why don't you ask the head teacher for leave?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't smile bitterly: "It has nothing to do with you if I ask for leave or not, the teacher punishes me and doesn't punish you, I can really worry about it." ”

After saying that, he turned his head and left.

"You ......"

Looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang's back, Liu Wenwen was angry, what kind of attitude is this: "Wenjing, let me tell you, don't associate with this kind of person in the future, what's the use of studying well, don't come to class but don't ask for leave, don't respect the teacher at all." ”

"No, Wenwen, Xiaoqiang has an urgent matter at home, so he didn't have time to ask for leave. ”

"Just listen to me, don't talk to him in the future, alas, what's the matter with your hand?"

"It's fine, it's just a little injury. ”

......

Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the classroom, and as soon as he sat down, Ding Weiwei ran over in a hurry: "Big brother, you have disappeared for so many days, and you finally came to school." ”

"What's wrong? Looking so anxious?" Looking at Ding Weiwei's sweaty appearance, Zhang Xiaoqiang was very puzzled.

"It's not because of my goddess. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang cried with a sad face: "The last time you helped me write a good love letter, after I gave it to Tang Kexin, her impression of me became a lot better, but the day after you didn't come to class, she suddenly ignored me, and there was no news about the promise to let me join the literary club, I asked her what was going on, but she told me to get out, saying that I was shameless." ”

"Big brother, you can do it, and help me write a love letter, okay?"

"Alright then!"

Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang agree, Ding Weiwei was very excited: "You are my brother, I'll leave first, Tang Kexin should come in a while." ”

After speaking, Ding Weiwei turned his head and ran away.

A few minutes later.

Syllable!

A piece of paper torn from the diary was slapped on Zhang Xiaoqiang's desk, and there were traces of folding on it.

The handwriting on it is very familiar, and when you look closely, it is the poem, and farewell to Kangqiao.

And Zhang Xiaoqiang, who lowered his head, knew who the person standing in front of him was when he saw a white dress.

"Classmate Tang Kexin, who are you?" Zhang Xiaoqiang realized that it was not good, no wonder Ding Weiwei came to him just now.

"What's going on?" Tang Kexin's voice was very gentle, but at this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang heard it extremely cold.

"What's going on. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked completely unaware.

"It's your handwriting. ”

"Tang Kexin, this block letter is written beautifully, but it is true that I did not write it. ”

Tang Kexin didn't speak again, but turned out Zhang Xiaoqiang's diary, and after turning a few pages, he put the diary on the table, the diary was missing a page, and the paper used in this love letter was torn from this diary.

"Oh, this diary was given to me by Ding Weiwei the last time we went to participate in the competition, and you know, we were living in the same room at the time. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang pretended to be clever and explained.