"Knock, knock."

There was a soft knock on the door.

Nianhua sighed.

"It must be Uncle Huang!" Lan Xuan said angrily on the side, running to the sofa and eating fruit.

Huang Haoran?

Nianhua is puzzled, she is locked in the house every day to write novels, and she can't keep up with the trend of stories at home, which one is she acting this time?

opened the door, Huang Haoran saw that it was her, was stunned for a moment, stretched his neck to look into the house, and said with a smile: "It's Nianhua, I haven't seen you for a few days, and I'm getting more and more fresh!" ”

Huang Haoran carried a bag of vegetables in his hand.

It was completely a drunkard's intention not to drink, and the age was clear, "Uncle Huang, why are you here, come in and sit." ”

The two of them just walked into the inner hall, "Oh, you see, this dress is too awkward to wear!"

Li Qian came out of the room and lifted the skirt next to her legs uncomfortably.

The graceful cheongsam wraps around her mature woman's curves.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough......"

Huang Haoran suddenly coughed with a flushed face, "Li Qian, how ...... you"

"Why are you here?!"

"I bought a little veggie ......"

"Who wants your vegetables!"

Li Qian was ashamed and didn't know where to put her hand, dressed like this and was seen by a strange man, so how could she see people in the future!

Huang Haoran has been running to her house recently, saying that he cares about Nianhua, and he will take Nianhua to Beijing to endorse in the future, but she said that Nianhua is reading and writing upstairs, and he said that he can't disturb the child's learning. I come every day, I don't go to see Nianhua every day, and occasionally I have to stay for a few meals, and now Li Qian finds that he has no intentions at all!

"You disciple, you can go!"

Lecher? Huang Haoran cried in his heart, "Ms. Li, you misunderstood, no, Ms. Li, I really came to deliver food to you, ...... Li"

The sound grew farther and farther until there was a loud sound of the door closing.

Nianhua and Lan Xuan looked at each other.

Aunt Li is so tough!!

…………

After years of mentioning, Li Qian stays at home and designs clothes whenever she comes back from setting up a stall every day. Nian Hua would occasionally communicate with her, helping her draw some of the changing styles of clothes in later generations, or Li Qian would conceive of her to draw them on the side.

Li Qian's understanding is very strong, and it seems that many years of perseverance and enthusiasm have been stimulated, and she is out of control. Nianhua took a look, and the clothes she designed had the style of urban female white-collar workers in later generations.

The good times passed in the sound of the pen tip and the sewing machine, Li Qian was very busy, she felt that she had something to think of, after the death of her man, she no longer felt empty, she had dreams, even Huang Haoran didn't bother to pay attention to him every time she came to the door, and Nianhua always smiled when she knew it.

And in the past few months, Nianhua's novel has also been progressing smoothly, and she has already written two books after her rebirth, "Smiling Proud Jianghu" and "Dragon Babu".

There is a reason why she chose these two books, now that the domestic martial arts market is sluggish, she wants these two masterpieces to awaken the enthusiasm of more authors, and also make herself more popular, and then she can no longer use the name of Jin Yong and others in the future, and write her own novels directly.

Of course, it's not that she's too lazy, and she wrote two books in a few months. She also did not miss her homework, practicing calligraphy, painting, and dancing...... Since she went to the library of the space, many aspects of talent and knowledge have emerged in her mind, and she has time to learn and is not in a hurry. Among them, she did not forget to raise her brother to be a versatile half-breed.

City of T.

Agarwood Press.

In the spacious and comfortable office, the neat and bright desk reflects the man's elegant and handsome face.

Qi Zhao was bored with his glasses on his hands, looking out through the window of the high-rise building.

He was sent to work in T City at the beginning of this year, and the Qi family in Beijing, which has the largest stake in the Agarwood Publishing House, was sent here because he was not satisfied with the marriage arranged by his family.

He is only twenty-five years old this year, and his mother can't wait to hold her grandson, Qi Zhao has a headache when he thinks about it, women are such things, where to stay where it is cool! My grandfather is only twenty-five years old, and he still wants to tease his cute nine-year-old niece at home!

Qi Zhao just took over the position of editor-in-chief of the magazine, and he hasn't seen a good novel for more than half a year!

The polarization of the publishing house is very serious, the great god is stubbornly guarding a few peak masterpieces, and the things written by newcomers are completely unavailable!

"General Manager."

The secretary pushed the door open and placed a large package on his desk.

"There's something new." After the secretary said respectfully, he went out.

Qi Zhao doesn't know how many times he has heard the secretary say to him in a standard voice that there are new works, but the new works are always miserable!

"Ugh." He sighed gracefully, tore off the bag, and threw the large envelope into the trash can next to him, a habit he had developed, because every piece of work sent was thrown into the trash at the end.

A neat stack of thick manuscripts, the words "Smiling Proud Jianghu" come into view.

"That's pretty good." You must know that he rarely praises people, and he is delicate with an atmospheric hairpin.

It seems to be another martial arts novel. He is tired of reading martial arts novels, and several domestic martial arts masters are all elderly people, and now Jiang Lang is exhausted, and the younger generations of newcomers blindly continue the style of famous artists.

Good and evil are not mutually exclusive, heroes kill innocents indiscriminately under the banner of saving the common people in the world, and Qi Zhao, who thinks he flaunts noble dramas, always feels that something is missing.

He looked at the new work while thinking about it, and when he roughly read the synopsis, he couldn't help but look back at the synopsis again, this, this story seems to be different!

"In the talk and laughter of the emperor's hegemony, it is better than a drunk in the world."

He was completely attracted by this heroic mind, and his whole body was full of blood. Can't wait to open the manuscript, he is already immersed in the plot of the novel.

After some time, when he continued to turn the page, his hands were empty, and finally ...... One page!

There is no more paper???!!!

It's still a moment of truth!!

Qi Zhao was so angry that he wanted to shoot the case, but he saw the thirteenth chapter to learn the piano, Ren Yingying appeared, and the sound of the piano was still in his ears......

By the way, the author, be sure to contact this author! He has a hunch that this newcomer will lead a new round of martial arts trends.

The question is, what about the author's contact details?

Qi Zhao frowned and glanced at the trash can in the corner......

I didn't throw it, I definitely didn't throw it. He glanced at his desk again, what about the contact information......

After a long time, Qi Zhao finally faced reality. Asked the secretary to come in and help him pick up his face, he is still a person with a habit of cleanliness, forget it, for the sake of China's martial arts career, he is out of the way!

"!"

The swear words came out of his mouth, but they didn't affect his image at all. He stretched out his slender hand that could talk about the piano, and in fact he grew up practicing the piano.

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