In order to speed up the progress, the author let the time pass in a hurry for more than half a month.

……

"Sickness and Roses...... It's finally settled before the printing, which can be regarded as a difficult birth. Picking up the new book that exudes the scent of ink, Lin Xiaoan said.

Because of curiosity, Lin Xiaoan observed the entire printing process of the book after Mo Wuhua's collection of essays was approved and confirmed for publication by Di Kun Studio.

And can only pay attention to the progress of the new book during non-working hours, and because the publication of this book is related to whether he can become a full member of the Flower Planting Association, so even if it is already the second physical book, Mo Wuhua still suffers from gains and losses, and the title of the book has been changed no less than three times.

Mo Wuhua let out a sigh: "For most of my month, the unit studio printing factory has been running a few times, drinking chrysanthemum tea every day, otherwise it will definitely be on fire." Today, one of the eight characters is done, and the rest of the ......"

"Don't worry, with me, I can't still have dreams. Lin Xiaoan raised his eyebrows.

"I hope so......" Mo Wuhua still didn't know the bottom in his heart, "I also said before that everything should be taken to heart, but I didn't expect it to be a photo." ”

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Speaking of Nanli as a person, it is basically unheard of in the unorthodox literary circle, but in the hearts of authors and literature lovers who want to write "seriously", it is simply a beacon and guiding light.

The first half of Nanli's life can be said to be a textbook-like history of struggle: born in a poor small fishing village, he was positive and diligent and hardworking, and his grades were far ahead from childhood to adulthood, but unfortunately he was abnormal due to a high fever caused by a severe cold in the college entrance examination. After having to choose an ordinary third-rate university, Nanli did not give up on himself, and devoted himself to writing in his spare time to absorb this professional knowledge, published many literary works in various newspapers and magazines, and even won much attention in the industry for creating works such as "The Shocking Place", "Unforgettable Teacher's Grace" and "The Heart of the Sea", which were shortlisted for the national literary award.

However, none of the above is the reason for Nanli's achievements.

If you can only use one word to summarize Nanli's mental journey from an ordinary third-rate university literature student to the president of the Flower Planting Association, the most appropriate one is: "Phoenix Man".

"Yan is justice" is not only popular now, but also an option that can add points or even reverse life in the past years.

Twenty years ago, the inadvertent sight of the eldest lady of the Shen family in the magic capital ignited a vigorous love, and also created a broad and flat road to success in Nanli.

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Standing outside the openwork wrought iron gate in the villa area, Lin Xiaoan was still in the mood to tease: "I said, Wuhua, your face is also above the level, why don't you try to copy what President Nan does and what you do?"

Mo Wuhua smoothed the almost invisible folds on his clothes: "Let's stand together, not comparing faces, or you are more in line with the foundation of the counterattack." ”

"The one who is close to the ink is black...... Wuhua, you were damaged by the two tigers. Lin Xiaoan said depressedly.

"Don't shake the pot, we belong to you and Erhu in our A4 paper and love to talk nonsense. Mo Wuhua poured cold water.

Lin Xiaoan: "What kind of A senior talent set by the author is referred to as A4 paper, low exploded!"

"It's coming. Mo Wuhua looked into the distance.

The reader's nickname is written [Sen Chu Qi], and Nan Jiayu, who is pronounced as [Lori Seven], waved to the two while walking briskly: "Idle big ~ Brother Mo ~"

"Ahh~" Lin Xiaoan couldn't help but flirt, "How dare you work for our wealthy daughter, Lori's seventh sister, to lead the way in person? ”

Nan Jiayu stopped and took a small breath: "Whew, it's so idle, don't make fun of me." Let's go, go to my house first, it's in the middle of the slope, a few minutes away. ”

The doorman confirmed the identities of Lin Xiao'an and Mo Wuhua as visitors to Nan Jiayu, and then opened the door to let them go.

Nan Jiayu took the cloth bag that Lin Xiao'an was carrying, and his eyes lit up: "Xiao Hei is inside?"

"Let's say okay first, Xiao Hei will only borrow you to play for two days, and I'll take it back when it's over. ”

"Got it!"