Duan Zihao finally returned home with a typewriter and the set of "Dragon Babu", but saw his mother Xiao Fangfang reprimanding his father Duan Jiujin.

"Honestly, how is it that today's income is a hundred dollars less? Did you hide it secretly? Xiao Fangfang crossed her waist, like a tigress.

Duan Jiujin also saw Duan Zihao, so he frowned and said to his mother: "My son is back, you save me some face." ”

"Save face? If you want to steal private money, I won't give anyone this face. "Mom Xiao Fangfang is very angry, you know, this day is less than 100 yuan, a month is more than 3,000, if the man takes it out to drink flower wine, what should I do.

Duan Jiujin's face was full of sorrow, and he said, "I said that the business is not good, why don't you believe it." ”

"What business is not good, I know the number of fish balls sold, how much money should be calculated, I used to turn a blind eye and forget it, but you have become more serious and think I don't know, it seems that you can't repair you."

"You don't have proof, don't talk nonsense." Dad Duan Jiujin resisted.

"Evidence? Then I'll search you to see if you're hiding any money!" ”

"Nope! How can there be! Dad Duan Jiujin said stiffly, "I'm above board, you can search it carefully and see if you can find one!" While speaking, he secretly gave his son Duan Zihao a look, only to see that the fist he was holding loosened, a ball of banknotes fell out of it, and then kicked Duan Zihao's feet with a light kick.

The two often practice football together, and they are also skilled in doing this kind of business, Duan Zihao immediately stepped on it with his feet and asked his mother quietly: "What's wrong?" ”

"Check your dad to see if he's hiding his money." Mother Xiao Fangfang said as she began to search. It's a pity that she didn't know that her husband's private money had already been transferred to the base, and after a careful search, she found nothing.

Seeing this situation, Dad Duan Jiujin's voice became louder, "Look, look at it, I said no, you just don't believe it!" ”

Mom Xiao Fangfang found nothing, felt very shameless, and saw her husband yelling so loudly, so she slapped him on the ass and said, "I'll drink soup later!" "Leave with a.

Dad Duan Jiujin was still muttering in the back: "I'm such a big person, and I still beat my ass, when I was a three-year-old child, I was still ...... in front of my son" As soon as he saw his wife enter the kitchen, he hurriedly said to Duan Zihao: "Money, hurry up, don't let your mother see it." ”

Duan Zihao smiled and gave him the money, and Duan Jiujin said with palpitations: "It's okay, I haven't been shown by your mother, otherwise there will be another big battle tonight." ”

Duan Zihao was puzzled, "Why are you working so hard, if you are short of money to spend and ask her, it will be done." ”

"Silly boy, you don't understand, when you marry a wife in the future, you will know that they are stricter in managing money than Standard Chartered Bank, and if you want to ask for a little flower, it is more difficult than ascending to the sky; Therefore, men must save private money, and no one asks for money if something happens, not to mention going out to invite friends for a drink and a meal, and it is also chic, and there is no need to repay the old accounts. ”

Duan Jiujin was very careful to teach his son the benefits and experience of saving private money, so that his son would not become a penniless "strict wife" like himself in the future.

The father and son were whispering here, and the mother was shouting "it's time to eat" in the kitchen, so the family soon gathered at the dining table, and even the younger brother Duan Wenwu, who was doing his homework, was called down by his mother.

In the opinion of her mother, Xiao Fangfang, no matter how much money you make and how difficult it is to support your family, the most important thing for a family is to be able to eat happily together.

But at this moment, Duan Zihao's mind was not on eating, he was in a hurry to create, so he ate a few bites casually and said, "I went upstairs to write the script." After saying that, he just slipped away.

"What did your brother say, we heard you right? Write a screenplay?! Mom and Dad's eyes widened.

Duan Wenwu, a fine guy, stuffed rice in his mouth, like a frog with bulging cheeks, looked at his mother, and then at his father, and muttered with rice grains: "Don't look at me, I don't know." ”

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In the small room in the attic, Duan Zihao frantically tapped the keyboard of the typewriter with his hands.

As the saying goes, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, and this sentence is really true. Duan Zihao writes slowly like a turtle crawling, but this kind of keyboard typing is fast, not to mention that the storyline of the play "The Legend of the Ancient Sword" is basically stuffed in his mind, and he didn't understand the creative mode and format of the script before, and he didn't know how to write, but now that he has learned how to write a screenplay, it will be much smoother to write.

Duan Wenwu bit the apple and went upstairs to prepare to do his homework, but saw that the old brother dove occupied the magpie's nest and grabbed the place where he was writing his homework, so he had to re-set up the stall, used his bed as a table, moved the small horse, squatted on it, set up the textbook and paper and pen, and started his homework very sadly.

It was almost ten o'clock, and Duan Wenwu's homework was finished, but he saw that his brother was still typing frantically, and there were almost a dozen Dacheng manuscripts on the table, so he couldn't help but be a little curious, so he took one and took a look, and was immediately attracted by the storyline on the script. After reading it with little effort, there was something unfinished, urging the old brother to hurry up.

Duan Zihao was completely immersed in the joy of his own creation, and he didn't pay attention to the noise of the little guy at all.

Duan Wenwu saw that he didn't react, so he felt bored, so he closed the stall here, and after washing, he went to bed and hugged a copy of Wen Ruian's "Wonder Heroes" and read it with relish.

Nowadays, the martial arts master Jin Yong has sealed the pen, and Gu Long's creation is gradually decreasing, but fortunately, there is a new Wen Ruian, and his martial arts novels are still very exciting, especially when "Ming Pao" was serialized, it attracted many people, and it can be said that his novels are now very popular.

However, in Duan Wenwu's opinion, this Wen Ruian is still not as good as Jin Yong, the story is a little too exaggerated, just take Xiao Qiushui in this book "Wonder of China", there is no Zhang Wuji, Yang Guo, and Linghu Chong.

Then Duan Wenwu thought of the "Ancient Sword Strange Tan" he had just watched, and said in his heart, if this is not a script, but a novel, maybe it can be as popular as Wen Ruian's novel.

Duan Wenwu thought wildly in his heart, so he fell asleep with the novel in his arms.

In the middle of the night, he woke up with urine, but he heard that the keyboard was still tapping, and his eyes were hazy, but he saw that his brother Duan Zihao hadn't slept yet.

Duan Wenwu was stunned, because he had never seen his brother so diligent all along. The Duan Zihao in front of him made him feel incredible and incomprehensible, is this still the old brother who only knows how to fight before? He asked himself.

"No, I have to work hard!" Duan Wenwu, the little guy, picked up the book of "Wonder Heroes of China" again......

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