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Fujii was reading the reply when the doorbell rang. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info She looked longingly, and a group of girls in Otaru Junior High School uniforms were chattering outside the door, and they looked excited.

"Good afternoon. Fujii greeted as he opened the door.

"Good afternoon," said the girls, "we are the librarians of Otaru Junior High School." We recently found this book in a library scavenger hunt and found a great thing in it, maybe you want to keep it, so send it to you. ”

Saying that, one of the girls handed Fujii Shu a white book, which was the one he read back then.

"On the library card. ”

"Behind the card!" the girl reminded softly.

Fujii turned to the end of the book, took out the card and looked at it silently.

Behind the card is a pure, meticulous sketch, which is exactly what she looked like back then.

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When Jiang Shuiyuan finished writing the last paragraph, the first semester of his sophomore year of high school was coming to an end, and Peng Min's deadline was just over a week away. During this period of time, a lot of things happened, for example, he and Zhang Jin won the first prize in the provincial mathematics Olympiad, and participated in the intensive training class held in Songjiang Mansion together;

But Jiang Shuiyuan feels that since December, the hardest and most proud achievement is this 100,000-word novel, and even the previous book "Difficult History of Chinese Studies" cannot be compared. Because many things in "The Difficult History of Chinese Studies" are traceable in history, I just say it in a different tone, like picking up other people's bricks and tiles to build a house; If "to read a novel is to live one more life", then writing a novel is undoubtedly to reconstruct a world!

Now that the world he reconstructed is complete, it awaits audiences of all tastes to come and give the most pertinent or incisive judgment.

Jiang Shuiyuan read it again from beginning to end, corrected a few typos, and then found a printing shop to print a copy of the manuscript, and when he arrived at school the next morning, he asked Wu Zichen, "Are you free lately?"

Wu Zichen said with a smile: "If someone else asks, I will definitely answer that I review my homework every day, and I am so busy that my legs don't touch the ground, and I don't have time! Since it is the boss who asks questions, even if the sky falls and the oil bottle falls, my answer must be free." What the hell is going on with you?

"You can read this novel when you have time and help give some opinions!" Although Wu Zichen's composition is a mess, he still has the ability to appreciate it, even better than the average literature lover, so the task of reviewing the manuscript falls to him.

Wu Zichen happily took the manuscript and roughly flipped through it: "This is your latest masterpiece, boss? It looks like it has more than 100,000 words, and it seems that you have never written such a long work before." It's a privilege to be the first reader of your first novel. ”

Jiang Shuiyuan shook his head: "It's just 100,000 words, and it's not a novel." But you're right, I've never written such a long piece of literature before, and it's very difficult to control, and there will inevitably be places where I can't take care of one or the other. You're the first reader, and you're an old driver, so you don't hesitate to give advice!"

"It's what I want, I don't dare to ask for it. Wu Zichen felt very honored to be able to accept such a task, "By the way, boss, what are you going to do with this novel? Serialize it in the magazine "Cultivation", or find a publishing house to publish it? If it is the latter, the younger brother can serve one or two. ”

"I understand the kindness, but this is the literature of the order, and I have already found a home. ”

"Oh?

"It's Manager Peng of brocade clothing. Didn't I go to Yazhou with Pu Xiaoxiang before—"

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive. Jiang Shuiyuan just casually mentioned someone's name, and someone's voice sounded behind him: "I said why do your ears get hot when you wake up early in the morning, it turns out that someone is talking bad about me behind my back!

Wu Zichen hurriedly smiled and said, "Our boss is a righteous man and a gentleman, how can he speak ill of you behind your back?"

"Are you going to say it openly in front of me?"

Wu Zichen was completely defeated by Pu Xiaoxiang's shoesless, and he was speechless for a long time. Jiang Shuiyuan had no choice but to take over the conversation: "Pu Xiaoxiang, how many bad things have you done? Why do you think they are saying bad things about you when you hear someone mention your name?"

Pu Xiaoxiang snorted a few times: "It's not that I've done bad things, it's that someone's character is really bad, and I've been caught several times for saying bad things behind my back!"

Jiang Shuiyuan smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that in your eyes, I would be this kind of person!"

"Or else?"

Jiang Shuiyuan was choked and rolled his eyes: "Good, good, good, count me as a bad character and notorious deeds, okay?" But I really didn't say anything about you just now, I just talked about going to Yazhou, and casually mentioned that it was with you. ”

Wu Zichen also nodded again and again: "What the boss said is right! Just now he gave me something and asked me to help him take a look, and then he mentioned that he went to Yazhou with you to shoot a commercial, and he really didn't say anything bad about you." I can promise to Yiqi Hua, Sanqingyu, Qingju, Qingwei, Tiansheng, Dengyu, Qingjing, Beginning Qi, Heavenly Treasure Jun, Yuan Shitianzun, Miao, no God!"

"Let you see things? and mention going to Yazhou?" Pu Xiaoxiang saw the thick pile of printouts in Wu Zichen's hand, and immediately reacted: "Jiang Shuiyuan, is the task assigned by Manager Peng completed?"

Jiang Shuiyuan nodded: "I barely wrote a first draft, but I always feel that I am not very mature, and there are some shortcomings, so I asked Wu Zichen to help take a look." ”

"Show me first. Saying that, Pu Xiaoxiang snatched the manuscript that was not yet hot in Wu Zichen's hand.

Wu Zichen didn't dare to resist Pu Xiaoxiang's tyranny, so he could only complain to Jiang Shuiyuan aggrievedly: "Boss, look ......"

Jiang Shuiyuan didn't have a problem: "You can only watch it after she finishes it." ”

Pu Xiaoxiang put down his schoolbag and lay on the table to start reading Jiang Shuiyuan's novel, and quickly immersed himself in the world of the novel. Cai Xiaojia, who was at the same table, came a little late, and when she saw that she was fascinated, she carefully picked up one and looked at it under curiosity, but the result was also out of control, and she followed Pu Xiaoxiang to look at it.

In this way, Wu Zichen was squeezed from the expected first reader to the second place, and then to the third place, and it seems that there is a trend of continuing to decline. He didn't see it as a matter, so he hurriedly picked up and read it page by page behind Cai Xiaojia. Then the three of them didn't look up again in the morning, and it is estimated that everything the teacher said was like a spring breeze.

100,000 words are not long, not short, and Pu Xiaoxiang will finish reading them when school ends in the morning. Jiang Shuiyuan was about to ask her if she had any suggestions for revision, when she saw her slowly raise her head, her eyes were red, tears kept rolling in her eyes, she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything, as if she had thousands of feelings in her heart but didn't know where to start, and finally could only condense into three simple and gentle words:

"River water. ”

"Hmm," Jiang Shuiyuan replied softly, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

Who knew that it was okay not to ask, but after asking, Pu Xiaoxiang's tears suddenly flowed out of his eyes. (To be continued.) )