Yang Wanwan wrote this sentence with some thoughts in it.

In the last life, Pan Xingzhou avenged her.

In this life, she didn't know where Pan Xingzhou was.

Coincidentally, Pan Dumb is also very smart.

Then, Yang Wanwan hopes that Pan Dumb can do his own thing without distractions, and become a useful person to society like Pan Xingzhou.

Of course, Yang Wanwan didn't believe that Pan Dumb would make the same results as Pan Xingzhou.

Pan Dumb may be a scholar, but he can't be a genius scientist.

Yang Wanwan wandered for so long after his death, and he knew deeply how difficult it was to become an outstanding scientist.

What's more, Yang Wanwan knew Pan Xingzhou's family history after his death.

Pan Xingzhou is the son of a wealthy family in Kyoto, not a country child.

Pan dumbly held the notebook, stared at the line of words, and looked at it for a long time.

Yang Wanwan brought out the rice and said, "Come, eat." Go back and think about what I said to you. I'll give you all the money you have deposited with me, and I'll lend you another five thousand dollars." After you leave, you go to Shenzhen, where you can borrow from the school, and many children of migrant workers study there, so you can also go to study in the same way. Before leaving, find a way to take out your household registration booklet, and I will help you make some copies, so that you may be able to use it when you go out in the future. Also, if you need a certificate from the village after you go, you can call me and I will do it for you. ”

Yang Wanwan told many things, including how to find a school, how to rent a house, how to live, how to do some procedures, and so on.

At this time, it was not as deep as later, and the dependence on the hukou was not as deep as later.

Of course, even if you want to, Yang Wanwan has a way.

She has a computer and a photocopier in her space, and it's easy to get some proofs or something.

Pan was dumb eating, holding a notebook, silently listening to Yang Wanwan's arrangement of this arrangement and that.

He was not worried that Yang Wanwan was going to lend him 5,000 yuan. 5,000 yuan, that's a lot of money!

After a long time, he said, "Bend, I promise you." ”

At sunset, the golden sunlight shone on the two of them.

The breeze blows, and the air smells of grass and the smell of ripe fruits.

In the late autumn air, although the sun is shining, there is also a cold touch, which makes people feel more emotion for no reason.

Yang Wanwan's heart floated with a different emotion.

Parting is always sad.

Liu Bamei's kind of reckon is not worthy of Pan Dumb to give her her a future, nor is it worth her Yang Wanwan to deal with.

As long as Pan Dumb leaves here, he has a bright future.

"With a bang, knowledge can change fate. Go ahead, go where you need to be. ”

Pan was dumb for a long time, and said, "Bend, I listen to you." ”

That's what smart kids are.

Yang Wanwan took out his attitude towards Shang Tao and said, "You can understand, that's good." ”

Pan looked at Yang Wanwan intently, the corners of his lips slowly curled, and he gently spit out two words: "I, understand." ”

Yang Wanwan put away the rice bowl and stood up, "Yiming, I will ask Shang Tao to give you the money tomorrow." Do you remember what we did when we came back from Shenzhen? Remember to hide the money. ”

"Hmm. ”

Pan Dumb also stood up.

Yang Wanwan was shocked to find that Pan was already a little taller than himself.

The angular face is a little more resolute and deep than before. When he smiled at her, he looked even more handsome and handsome, as dazzling as the newborn sun.

However, in the dazzling, there is a noble atmosphere, calm, calm and introverted.

Judging by his size, he should grow a lot. With such a face and temperament, this is a proper school grass.

I really didn't expect that Pan Muba, who died early in his previous life, would become a handsome guy.

Yang Wanwan was stunned for a moment and said goodbye to him.

After walking for a while, Yang Wanwan looked back and saw that Pan was still standing in place, watching her leave.

His gaze sparkled brighter than the setting sun.

Yang waved his hand, turned his head, and went all the way.

Pan stood in place for a long time before finally heading in the direction of his house.

Yang Wanwan returned home and saw Erye quickly hiding something behind his back, and he stuck out his tongue at her embarrassedly.

Erye has always been very calm, what is there to hide from himself now?

Yang Wanwan was a little puzzled.

"Erye, what secrets do you have, can you tell my sister?"

Yang Wanwan sat down and asked Erye softly.

She didn't want to know her sister's little secret, she just wasn't at ease.

There are too many temptations in this world, and she is afraid that her sister will go to another road that she can't reach in a corner that she doesn't notice.

Erye was very embarrassed, his face turned red, "Sister, you are not allowed to scold me when I said it." ”

"I promise I won't scold you. ”

Only then did the second leaf hesitate to take out the thing hidden behind him.,It turned out to be a book with a very small font.、The size of an adult's palm.。

Yang bent and turned over roughly, rich, beautiful, misunderstanding, twists and turns...... It's no wonder that the two leaves are attracted.,The world described here is very different from the world they live in.,Drunken and gold-obsessed.,Romantic and charming.。

The corrosive power of petty bourgeois life should not be underestimated!

Erye said: "Our class is passing on this kind of novel, I'm curious, so I'll borrow it." Sister, I won't look at it, I'll return it to them right away. ”

Yang Wanwan shook his head and said, "Erye, this book is really poorly written, it's not as good as my sister's writing, do you believe it or not?"

Erye didn't expect Yang Wanwan to scold her, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Really?"

"It's so badly written, my sister can write better than this. Why don't I write it too?"

Futaba: "Really?"

Yang Wanwan smiled.

Isn't there a ready-made way to make money right now?

At this time, online novels have not yet risen, and now it is the world of physical novels, and piracy is not so rampant, so it is not difficult to make this money.

At least, the tuition expenses of the siblings in recent years have not been a problem.

Yang Wanwan rolled up his sleeves and said, "Yes." Just do it, you wait. ”

Although she didn't use a computer too well when she died, she saw online writers write novels in the years when she was a ghost, and the speed was called fast.

Just do it when you think of it, Yang Wanwan began to conceive his first novel under the lamp that night.

When I was a ghost in the later life, I had nothing to do, and I watched a lot of movies and TV series, so it was not too difficult to write a novel.

In the dead of night, when her younger siblings were asleep, she wrote in space.

Her first novel, planned in two volumes, totaling more than 500,000 words, tells the story of the daughter of an ancient eunuch family, who is entangled in the grievances and hatreds between the princes and prime ministers of two countries because of family changes.

The book is called "The Legend of Concubine Yan".

This is very different from the content of the current popular small book, but in the online text world more than ten years later, the story and structure are not too rare.

A week later, the outline was basically written, and the text was 30,000 words, and Yang Wanwan showed it to his younger siblings.

Erye and Shang Tao's heads were put together, and they were attracted after only reading a few lines, and they read it word by word hungrily.