"Brother Ji, are you really a playwright?"

Gao Shenghan saw his cousins chatting with his mother, and he ran to Jiangnan Yanyu's room without saying a word.

The first time I went upstairs and didn't see Brother Ji, Gao Shenghan remembered that when he flew home with his cousin, Tao Sha, and Zhang Bo, Brother Ji didn't follow, and he didn't know where he went alone.

After a few minutes, Gao Shenghan discussed with Tao Sha about dinner at night, and then went up, Jiangnan Yanyu was already sitting in front of the computer and climbing the lattice.

Seeing Brother Ji's preoccupied appearance, Gao Shenghan couldn't help but get straight to the point.

Jiangnan Yanyu stopped, turned the chair, headed towards Mao Mao, and motioned for Mao Mao to sit down as well.

"It's like a fake. Don't believe me, do you want to see my membership card?" Jiang Nan Yanyu opened the drawer and handed Mao Mao a small book.

Mao Mao Gao Shenghan really took it and looked at it, it was a membership card of the Fujian Provincial Writers Association, name: Ji Pingshan, pen name: Jiangnan Yanyu.

"In addition, my works, you can go online to Baidu Jiangnan Yanyu, and you can see the relevant work information. ”

"Brother Ji, I can't figure it out, you are a writer, how can you be so good at electronic products, and your kung fu is so good? I see that when you deal with four or five of them, you are not timid at all? Are you sure that you are sure that you can win them?" Mao Mao paused, and there were still problems.

"Don't be in a hurry, speak slowly, I'm very willing to accept Mao Mao's interview, can I win? I'm really not sure, it's hard to say that there are mountains outside the mountains.

It's just that you've never been afraid of fighting, and it's useless to be afraid if someone wants to beat you.

There are many people in society who have a few skills, such as your Maomao brother, you are an excellent student, are you very good at basketball? You are very good at singing? You are also very good at fighting? Isn't it normal?" Jiangnan Yanyu opened his eyes wide and smiled.

When Brother Ji said this, it seemed to make sense, Gao Shenghan still felt that it couldn't be so simple, he thought for a while, "Big brother, where did you go when we came back?"

"I went outside for a walk, one, not wanting anyone to know that I lived here, and two, to see if anyone was following you. If someone follows you, these people will definitely make trouble at night. Jiangnan Yanyu looked at Mao Mao and waited for the following.

Gao Shenghan looked back at the back, there was no one, he asked mysteriously, "Do you know the person who came from behind?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I guess it's the boss of the mixed society. ”

"That's not what I meant, do you know that person has a gun?" Gao Shenghan's voice lowered several degrees.

"You know, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it, so I'll let you stand back. ”

"You are not afraid that he has a gun?" Gao Shenghan's eyes widened.

"They only have one gun, and if all three have guns, it's more troublesome. "The smoke and rain in Jiangnan are very dull.

When Gao Shenghan heard this, he became energetic, "If he comes out with a gun, what will you do?" I thought about it for a while, and the only thing I could do was to rush up and grab his gun. ”

"Remember, you can't rush up empty-handed, if you rush up, the other party will shoot 100 percent, and if you don't move, he may not dare to shoot. Jiangnan Yanyu said seriously.

"Brother Ji, what will happen to you?

"Hehe, it's his creation that he doesn't come out with a gun. Jiangnan Yanyu smiled. "If it weren't for your classmate who stopped that person in time, I guarantee that he is still in the hospital for resuscitation. ”

Jiang Nan Yanyu knew that Mao Mao must be suspicious, he stretched out his right hand, palm up, "Do you see clearly?"

Gao Shenghan saw it clearly, empty-handed. But then he looked at the back of Jiang Nanyanyu's hand, which was also empty.

Gao Shenghan nodded.

Jiangnan Yanyu quickly flipped his hand back and forth, he stretched out his hand in front of Mao Mao, and saw that there was a bright thing on his palm.

"Xiao Li Flying Knife!" Mao Mao Gao Shenghan exclaimed.

"This is the light rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Seeing Mao Mao stretching out his hand to see the flying knife, Jiangnan Yanyu handed it over.

This is a three-inch flying knife made of pure steel, Gao Shenghan took it, looked at it repeatedly, and couldn't put it down.

Gao Shenghan thought for a while and asked, "Brother Ji, what is the smoke of Jiangnan Yanyu?"

"Jiangnan Yunyan is my work, and in today's world, it is very good that a writer's work can become a passing cloud for the public. How many people read literature now? How many people aren't reading fast food texts?

Literary works are worth savoring, but now it is not only the readers who are impetuous, but also the writers, who are also impetuous, even upset.

Few people read the things he worked so hard to write, and he can't sell them, so he is going to sell pants, can he not be impetuous?

As a result, a large number of codeword writers came into being, and fast food texts are not to be passed down from generation to generation, who will go back and read them a second time?

Alas, I don't know if it's the writer's sorrow or the misfortune of society. ”

Gao Shenghan was not interested in theoretical questions, "Brother Ji, this is obviously a knife and a murder weapon, why did you name it Jiangnan Xiaoyu? It's too poetic, right?"

"It depends on its place in your heart, you think it as rain, you see it as rain, and it rains in time, you use it as a knife, and what you see is blood, dripping blood. ”

Seeing the poetry of the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, Mao Mao really regretted, "Big brother, you don't write poetry anymore, it's a big loss to the poetry world." ”

"There are talents from all generations, and there is no shortage of talents in China's poetry circle, what is lacking is an encouragement mechanism and a platform for display. Many entrepreneurs will spend a lot of money for a singer, millions, tens of millions of dollars on her (him), does anyone hold a special recitation for the poet?

Someone came up, and we will talk when we have time. ”

Gao Shenghan looked back, there was no one.

Gao Shenghan had never been to Jiangnan Yanyu's room before, so he had no mind or time.

At this time, he quickly looked around the facilities in the room.

It was found that directly in front of the computer, there was a display that was a little larger than the laptop.

From the display, you can see the living room and the inside of the yard, as well as the front and back of the house.

The location of other probes, Gao Shenghan was clear, he didn't know that there were probes behind the house.

Scratching his head, Gao Shenghan still suspected that Jiang Nanyanyu was a playwright, and he felt that this person was more like an agent.

Gao Shenghan thought about it, and after a while, he called his grandfather.

It was useless to call my uncle, after returning from the provincial capital, every time I called, Aunt Zhu Yan answered.

And Aunt Zhu Yan said every time that her uncle was in a meeting and socializing, and now she was not free, and there was something the same as her.

How can everything be the same?

For the first time, Gao Shenghan felt that Aunt Zhu Yan also had shortcomings and was a little ununderstanding.

"Gao Shenghan, are you running here to chat?

Is there such a person? When a guest comes, he doesn't accompany him, his mother doesn't take care of him, he doesn't read or write, he doesn't do anything, he runs up and chats with a tenant!

Fang Cong heard that the tenant was a poet and a writer.

What's wrong with writing? Is it more important than your loved ones? Or is it more important than your studies?

Be all abroad.

Gao Shenghan looked at Fang Cong and wondered, why did this girl get up like Yang Liu?

Standing at the door of the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, Fang Cong looked at Gao Shenghan inexplicably, and Gao Shenghan also looked at Fang Cong inexplicably.

What's even more inexplicable is that the cousin named Xiaoxiao who was holding Gao Shenghan's arm, she actually came upstairs.

You said that she would go upstairs if she went upstairs, who knew that when she came up to take a look, she actually said something that made Fang Cong and Gao Shenghan cry and laugh.

"Mao Mao, are you having a tryst? or are you hiding Jiao in the Golden House? My sister is the first time to come to Yincheng, and she has come thousands of miles away, and she doesn't even care about her sister?"

"Sister Xiaoxiao, I don't have a golden house here, even if it's a golden house, it's not Gillian, it's a tiger, no, it's a lion. ”

Speaking of tigers, there are also tigresses. No one in the spoken language said that the male tiger, the male tiger, said that the lion has no ambiguity, Gao Shenghan thought so.

Jiangnan Yanyu hurriedly came out of it and clarified, "Xiaoxiao, Maomao is here to discuss things with me." ”

"Uncle Ji, do you live upstairs?" Xiaoxiao found that the upstairs was much simpler than the downstairs.

Jiangnan Yanyu nodded.

Mao Mao found a problem, "Sister Xiaoxiao, my name is Brother Ji, and your name is Uncle Ji, so what should you call me?"

"I call you ignorant, Uncle Ji is your grandfather's New Year's friend. "Said with a smile and seriousness.

"Don't you understand that my sister is forgetful? Brother Tao Sha and his grandfather are also New Year's friends. Forget the New Year, there is no age, you can be younger than me. Maomao was right.

"Mao Mao, my father-your mother and uncle call him brother, do you dare to call him brother? Is there a size? Do I want to call Uncle Mao Mao?" smiled and tilted his head to look at the unconvinced, little bit younger cousin.

Mao Mao's face was red, and he looked at Jiangnan Yanyu embarrassedly.

Jiangnan Yanyu said, "You can't blame Mao Mao, Mr. Yin calls me my brother, he looks up to me, Mao Mao calls me big brother and respects me, you can also call me big brother after laughing." ”

"That's not good, I don't dare, I'm still called uncle, and I'm used to calling uncle. Xiaoxiao looked at Mao Mao and smiled, to see what he said.

"Uncle Maomao is not here, you called you, Maomao is called Maomao, what's the matter?" Fang Cong interjected. How big of a thing, does it need to be so verbose?

Yes, in Yincheng, there are many such indiscriminate names, and Fang Cong often encounters them.

In the past, there were many children, nephews were older than uncles, and nephews were older than uncles.

What do you ask a person to do if he is friends with his uncle and nephew at the same time without knowing it?

As long as the elders are not in front of them, it is generally casual. The elders are in front of them, and the title of the elders is adjusted as the standard.

"Maomao, who is this beauty?"

"My classmate Fang Cong, this is my cousin Xiaoxiao, and my eldest cousin's name is Qi Cong. Gao Shenghan hurriedly introduced on both sides.

"Oh, I see, Mao Mao's younger brother's childhood sweetheart, the one who eats supper hand in hand. "Smiled and smiled.

"Cousin misunderstood, it's not me who is holding hands with your brother, it's another classmate of ours, Wu Fangcao, and people are also teasing your brother. "Fang Cong wants to get rid of himself, and he has to leave a way back for Sister Yang Liu, and he has to protect Wu Fangcao, which is difficult enough for her.

"How do you know?" Gao Shenghan's face gradually changed. Fang Cong didn't consider his feelings.

"Wu Fangcao said it herself, the three of us are testing whether you are a big carrot, didn't I also take your hand?" Fang Cong killed three birds with one stone again.

Fang Cong thought that this was not the same thing at all. Is it strange that children are holding hands?

Where did Fang Cong think about it, it was completely different in Gao Shenghan's heart.

Gao Shenghan has always regarded this as a thing, of course, he can't say what it is.

Gao Shenghan never thought of falling in love with Wu Fangcao, but their hand-in-hand was the first time in Gao Shenghan's life.

The first time I held hands with a girl, there was always a little sweetness in the heart of the young Gao Shenghan.

This little sweetness is buried in the depths of memory, Gao Shenghan thinks that only God knows what you know, and I know.

Gao Shenghan didn't expect that not only Tao Sha knew, but his grandmother's family knew, and Fang Cong also knew.

Fang Cong knew, could Yang Liu not know? She would definitely have more things if she knew. Gao Shenghan regretted that he shouldn't have broken the casserole and asked to the end.

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