Hehua sat in the garden and thought about it. In the hall not far away, a peach-eyed man was talking to the little nurse with a hippie smile: "What's wrong with that girl over there, it looks quite normal." ”

The little nurse took a look and found that it was a student of Dean Wang's friend, so she exclaimed, "There's nothing wrong with it." "Anyway, I'm not busy now, so I'm gossiping with the man.

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It's really charming sunshine, and I want to find out their secrets at the beginning, although I try my best to make myself seem normal, but in the end I don't have the leisure to enjoy life. It wasn't until he was finally extinguished, and the knife hanging above his head fell, that he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Now that he has finally come back to life, although he is in this ill-timed mental hospital, He Hua can feel hope and a future. Squinting at the occasional person in the garden, these are all living beings.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a figure walking towards him, and He Hua didn't pay much attention to it until the figure stood in front of him.

He Hua looked up and saw a man, seven or eight feet long, taller than the man in the Da'an Dynasty, facing the sun, quite tall and mighty. Wearing a pullover yellow sweatshirt, a pair of jeans hanging loosely from the waist, and two large holes at the knees on each side.

Oh my God, what kind of master does this have to meet to break his pants on his knees like this!

Forehead...... Inertial thinking again, according to modern aesthetics, this should be a kind of fashion, although this fashion is not well understood.

"Broken pants" looked at Hehua fixedly for a while, and suddenly leaned into Hehua's ear and spit out two words: "Hehua." ”

These two words exploded in Hehua's ears like thunder, and the feeling of drowning enveloped him again, water poured in from all directions, desperately breathing only inhaled more water, and the meager air in his chest was like the last light blown out in the night, despair......

He Hua looked at the "torn pants" in shock, and was speechless for a while. It seems that he was frightened by Hehua's expression, and "torn pants" was a little overwhelmed for a while.

He Hua, who came back to his senses, looked at the "torn pants" carefully, as if trying to see something on his face.

"Broken pants" also reacted, and said, "Actually, you are Hehua!" After speaking, he looked at Hehua and smiled.

He Hua was noncommittal, waiting for him to continue. Maybe it was because the sale was unsuccessful, "torn pants" was a little sneering, covered his mouth and coughed lightly: "I was standing there just now, and I just happened to see you." ”

I looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, I saw the room where I was just staying, the window was open, and I heard what I guessed I was saying. When he first woke up, Hohua did see a man standing there.

The cautious Hehua didn't say much, just continued to wait to see what medicine was sold in the other party's gourd.

"Broken pants" seemed to be a tacit acquiescence to Hehua, so he continued excitedly: "My name is Wang Kenan, this is my business card, I am an editor, and I usually write my own books. ”

Seeing that Hehua was just staring at the business card, there was no more reaction, Wang Kenan had to continue: "I just wanted to test you just now, but I didn't expect to try it out, I, Wang Kenan, am really smart, IQ is 100 points, haha! Can you tell me what happened to Hehua and Zhao Xiaozi?"

After waiting for a while, seeing that Hehua still didn't react, but the fingers kept rubbing on the business card showed her anxiety, so he quickly added: "I write books when I have nothing to do, I just like to inquire about things, can you share your story with me? You see that you have so many stories in your depth, don't find someone to tell you how panicked you are, what can you do if you are sick." Besides, I'm also quite knowledgeable, so let me know if you have any questions, and I'll be able to answer your questions, right? After speaking, Wang Kenan looked at Hehua expectantly.

Today, Wang Kenan is also unfavorable, and he was waiting to be promoted to deputy editor-in-chief, but there was a villain who made trouble, so he had to set a rule that whoever invited Xiao Dashen over to help write a column would be the deputy editor-in-chief.

Who is Xiao Dashen, a famous Internet writer at the top. Although he is famous on the Internet, he can't stand the many fans of others, and the books he writes sell well, although he is a publishing house in the literary journal category, but he also has to keep pace with the times.

Besides, the current publishing house is not the original uncle, thousands of talented people hold their works like grandsons to ask for publication, now the Internet is convenient, not to mention the low threshold, those who can write can be published, and the publishing house has to cooperate with major websites to have a way out.

This Xiao Dashen is a character that all kinds of gods and ghosts want to befriend, not only is his writing good, he has many readers, and he is a little fresh meat, which can be called a popular brother in the online literature industry. But this great god also has the temper of a great god, so it turns out that editors like themselves have to put on a smile and say a few words politely. Since the last time I wrote "The Record of the Gods" became popular, it has become more and more obvious that there is no one in my eyes, and I can't wait to see people with their noses turned to the sky.

But what to do, people have this capital, and their own promotion road still depends on him, so they did everything possible to promise countless benefits before they heard that Xiao Dashen was hiding here, and he was not afraid of taboos at all, and wondered what kind of good place this mental hospital was!

Today, I finally came here and ate a closed door. even asked the nurse to come forward and say that he had mental problems, who would believe this, if you don't inquire clearly, you can come, the director of the mental hospital is clearly Xiao Dashen and his own father!

I am also spineless, I know that people are teasing you, and I have to politely say hello to others, I hope to recover as soon as possible, and I feel better after scolding the eighteenth generation ancestors of Xiao Dashen in my heart.

But it's not without harvest today, just now I saw this girl tiptoeing and eavesdropping on other people's conversations, obviously she had woken up and had to pretend to be asleep, saying that there was no problem and no one believed it.

Combined with the conversation between her and the professor that she vaguely heard just now, and the things I just asked the nurse about, with so many years of writing articles, this girl must have a story. Although we live under the red flag of socialism, it is really hard to say about crossing this matter.

People say that art comes from life and is higher than life, first of all, it has to come from life, right, otherwise how did so many crossings come about. So I rushed over to investigate, maybe a giant pie fell from the sky and smashed it on me, oh, no, it's not a pie, it's an ancient person of the Da'an Dynasty.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that the girl didn't speak, Wang Kenan was about to make persistent efforts to continue to fool. He Hua spoke: "I just heard a person at the door of Dean Wang's office say, 'I have some new ideas recently, where do I have time to write a column for them?' ”

Wang Kenan really immediately changed the topic: "Is it, it's Dean Wang's office? Oh, it must be Xiao Dashen." Is it because you have a new idea that you don't want to write a column? I said it earlier, and I wasn't in a hurry, anyway, it was a special column for him. This promotion is expected, hahaha......"

After talking to himself for a while, Wang Kenan's eyes were different when he looked at Hehua. Just such a sentence has helped me avoid many detours, which is really my own lucky star! Before he could say anything more, He Hua said again: "That person also said 'those editors'." The word "those" was emphasized.

"What? The editors? Who else but me? Is it the guy? Also, he can find out what I can see. Girl, let's not talk about it, you have my business card, remember to call me, invite you to dinner another day, you are really my lucky star!"

Looking at the "torn pants" that gradually walked away, Hehua finally breathed a sigh of relief, such a self-acquainted person is really speechless. Looking at the business card in his hand, He Hua decided to take this as a warning, although he tried his best to hide it, but he didn't expect that people would show their traces in two words, it seems that he still has to be more careful. I'm going back to school tomorrow, and I have to cheer up 120,000 points.

As for the "torn pants" who go far, well, there are too many words, so let's stay away.