Thirsty, thirsty like never before, Huo Yaowen turned over in a daze, wanting to reach out for the water cup on the table next to the bed, but he pounced, opened his eyes and looked at the environment in the house, it was pitch black, and a trace of light shone in from the outside, and he saw that this was not a dormitory, but the room of the younger sister and grandma at home.

Rubbing his sour and swollen eyelids, Huo Yaowen got up and put on his coat, and walked to the door, only to find that there was only his cousin Zhang Wanjun sitting in the room, she seemed to be writing something at the table, Huo Yaowen glanced at the scenery outside the window, the sun was setting, and the last touch of golden sunlight was exuding the last residual heat.

"Wanjun, are you alone at home?" Huo Yaowen yawned, scratched the hair on the back of his head, walked to Zhang Wanjun's side, and glanced down at what she had written.

"Cousin. Zhang Wanjun seemed to be frightened, her body shook and wanted to get up, but she didn't notice that she was still sitting, this time her body bumped into the table, her abdomen hit the corner of the table, and the whole person subconsciously fell backwards under the pain.

Huo Yaowen immediately stretched out his hand to stop her back and arms, which prevented Zhang Wanjun from falling to the ground, and after straightening her, he patted her shoulder and said, "Did you scare you by suddenly speaking......?"

Zhang Wanjun was indeed frightened because she almost fell to the ground, and her face turned a lot paler all of a sudden, but with Huo Yaowen's whispers of comfort in her ears, it was a lot more soothing, and she grabbed her collar with one hand to reminisce about her heart when she almost fell down just now, and took a few deep breaths: "No, it's okay cousin." ”

"Well, it's okay. Huo Yaowen didn't think that Zhang Wanjun would be frightened just now, but seeing that her face was much better, he found a place to sit down next to her, picked up the water cup on the table, poured a glass of water from the thermos on the ground, and took a sip of boiling water slightly, slightly relieving her dry lips and throat.

Huo Yaowen took a sip of water and asked casually, "Where's Grandma?"

Zhang Wanjun was in a daze for a few seconds, and then she came to her senses, blushing slightly and trying to hide the manuscript paper on the table, but she still opened her mouth and replied, "My aunt and grandmother went to sell knitwear." ”

Huo Yaowen let out a light "oh", glanced at the stack of manuscript paper on the table, remembered the text he had just seen, and wanted to ask, but he knew that this cousin was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know how to speak, but remembering that Zhang Wanjun dropped out of high school in the United States, he pondered for a moment and said, "Does Wanjun want to go back to school?"

"Go to school?" Zhang Wanjun was stunned, thought for a few seconds, shook her head: "No need cousin, what I learned in the United States is very different from Hong Kong, I read Tingting's cousin's textbook, each subject is different from what I learned, English grammar is also different, her is English Chinese, I learn American Chinese, if you want to go to school, I think I can't keep up with the progress, many have to be re-learned." ”

Listening to Zhang Wanjun say this, Huo Yaowen felt that his problem was a little stupid, middle school is not a university, Zhang Wanjun is such a big person now, it is unlikely that she will start reading again from elementary school, mathematics may be fine, even if there are differences, but the solutions are basically the same, but other subjects are almost completely different, and it is not impossible to force to read, but English is a difficult point, Zhang Wanjun has learned American English since she was a child, and her grammar is very different from British English, and it is difficult to change it now.

Huo Yaowen held the water cup in both hands, nodded and said, "Also, there is still a big difference between American textbooks and Hong Kong, so have you considered finding a job?"

Zhang Wanjun suddenly thought of something in her heart, frowned, pondered for a while, and then asked timidly: "Cousin, do you think I can be a writer?"

Huo Yaowen glanced at Zhang Wanjun, then at the manuscript paper on the table, and asked suspiciously: "You want to be a writer?"

"Well, when I'm bored at home recently, I just read books, Tingting's cousin gave me a lot of books, after I finished reading it, I thought about seeing if I could write it, but I didn't finish it in high school, could it be that I couldn't write well?"

Seeing Zhang Wanjun's face flush again, Huo Yaowen wanted to laugh in his heart, his cousin is good at everything, he just likes to blush, and he doesn't know if he is naturally introverted and shy: "Yes, there are no hard requirements for writing, don't you see my cousin and I don't write casually?"

"But cousin, you're a college graduate and a teacher at the University of Hong Kong. Zhang Wanjun was a little worried, she didn't write a book on a temporary basis, she had this idea before, but she had been thinking about the storyline, and she had just started writing in the past two days.

"Writing is not about academic qualifications, but about your thinking ability, and the storyline you create, writing can be practiced, there is a writer who writes science fiction in Hong Kong, he only graduated from primary school, but he still became a well-known science fiction writer in Hong Kong by conceiving the plot. "Huo Yaowen originally wanted to use another person as an example, but she hadn't become famous at this time, so she could only use him as an example.

Zhang Wanjun heard Huo Yaowen say such an example, hesitated for a while, reached out and took out the manuscript paper covered by the table, handed it to Huo Yaowen with a red face, and said, "Cousin, this is written in the past two days, can you help me see if it's okay." ”

Huo Yaowen took the manuscript paper, turned to the first page, title: "Autumn Story", and then browsed through ten lines at a glance, the story is very simple, it is about a girl who grew up in the United States, and suddenly heard her parents say that she has a distant relative who will come to the United States in a few days to do business, and she is reluctant to do anything, but her parents can only pick him up at the airport in person......

The rest has not been written yet, but according to this trend, the two must be gradually falling in love, this plot looks a bit like a Qiong Yao drama, Huo Yaowen touched his chin and glanced at Zhang Wanjun, only to see that her face was crimson, she kept her head slightly down, and she didn't know what to think about in her heart.

I don't know if it's the reason why Zhang Wanjun has been living in the United States, writing books in Chinese, some places are not very accurate words, but this little problem is good to correct the habit, Huo Yaowen did not point out these problems now, afraid that Zhang Wanjun would lose confidence because of this, but praised: "The writing is okay, the story is smooth, and it tells different stories in a foreign country, are you ready to take the tragic route or the perfect reunion in the future plot?"

"Huh?" Zhang Wanjun raised her head in confusion, and it took a while to understand what the reunion meant, looked at her cousin's face, pondered for a while, and said, "I haven't thought about it yet, but I want to write a story of reunion." ”

In Fok Yaowen's view, this kind of romance writing tragedy or open-ended ending is more attractive than reunion, but so far in Hong Kong and Taiwan, no romance letter written by anyone ends in reunion.

Zhang Wanjun's writing is plain and true after all, in the process of writing about the acquaintance of the hero and heroine, you can read it with a touch of warmth and sweetness, if you write about a reunion, it is not impossible, and maybe you can also use this to mix the title of "pure love female writer".

Huo Yaowen pondered for a while, put the manuscript paper on the table, and said to her: "It's okay to write a reunion, but you have to write a little twists and turns, Wanjun, your writing is okay, but it's still a little unsmooth in the combination of words, you can just look at other books at this point, the ending of the reunion does not mean that the road is not shocking, you have to write some difficulties appropriately, for example, the actor you wrote about came to the United States to do business, but there is always a time to go back, and the waves are there, you can think more about it." ”

After listening to her cousin's words, Zhang Wanjun didn't know what she was thinking, she was thoughtful, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she nodded and said, "I know my cousin." ”

"Well, there's nothing left, just try it if you want to write, and when you're done, my cousin will help you promote the book. Huo Yaowen didn't notice that Zhang Wanjun's eyes were red, but he was thinking about another thing in his heart, he had thought about cultivating Huo Tingting into a female writer before, but the younger sister was too lazy and didn't like to write, now seeing that Zhang Wanjun was interested in writing, and she could write by herself, but she moved the idea of cultivating her.

Now the romance letters in Hong Kong and Taiwan mostly end in tragedy, and there are many, many books that two people who love each other because of various things and are far apart, and no one has written this kind of pure love, if Zhang Wanjun can persevere, there may not be no market.

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