Under the care of Miao'er, Zhang Bo's body is recovering as soon as possible, and Zhang Bo sometimes goes to the branch hospital to get used to work. However, in the past month, uninvited guests have often come, disrupting the quiet of Qingxiu.

In the morning, the sun had just risen, and there was a golden light on the treetops in front of Zhang Bo's door, and the birds had chirped too much, and people had not yet woken up.

"Excuse me, does the writer Mr. Zhang live here? "The person who came was in his fifties, with the figure of Zhang Bo, wearing a pair of wide-rimmed goggles, not the kind of myopia. There is also a watch on the wrist, the hair is naturally typed, and the ears are a bit like the big earlobes of the Buddha of the Western Heavens. With deep eyes, gray net shoes, white short-sleeved shirts, suit pants, double eyelids, and an artist's nose, driving a red Chery electric car, stopped under the poplar, and asked Wu Qing, who had just come out of the house.

"Brother Bo, what are you kidding?" Wu Qing looked at the person who came, this person looked like Brother Zhang Bo, could it be a joke, no, Brother Zhang Bo never joked. It's the same in normal times,... No, the license plate is different, Bo Ge's is 979, and this car is 978.

"Oh, there really are people in the world who look the same!" Wu Qing was surprised.

"You mean I look alike with Teacher Zhang? The demeanor and speech of the people who came were the same as Zhang Bo's usual life.

"Are you looking for Dr. Zhang Bo?" Wu Qing asked, always feeling that Brother Zhang Bo was different from him. That's temperament, the voice is about the same, temperament, this person is a little humble, and he seems to be lacking in qi when he speaks.

"Yes." The person who came nodded, he was very yin, and nodded.

"Before you get up, I'll knock on your door." Whenever Wu Qing met someone who came to Zhang Bo, he was very positive and enthusiastic.

Wu Qinggang raised his hand and knocked on the door, but the door opened, and Miao Er stood at the door. She was disheveled, and she was still sleepy, like a sleeping beauty. It seems that he has not woken up yet.

"Brother, when did you get out?" Miao Er was surprised, she was still reading in the bedroom when she came out of the door, why did she suddenly stand outside the door. Behind Wu Qing stood a Zhang Bo.

"Dean Miao. Come to the guest, please come home! Wu Qing knew that she had made the same mistake as herself, and smiled: Recognize the wrong person.

“… Who are you? Miao Er also understood this and verified the other party.

"Literature lovers, come to visit Mr. Zhang, he is a writer." The person who came was very polite, but it was not as good as Zhang Bo's connotation, and there was an alternative brilliance in the corners of his eyes.

"Please, I'm his sister." Miao Er introduces herself. She was a little disgusted with this person, a little uncomfortable, looking at his pretentious appearance.

"Thank you! 〃 The sour Sven of the literati. He walked in with Miao Er and looked at the yard and the house.

Wu Qing retreated, he was going to work.

Miao Er led the people to the main hall to sit down, made tea on the table, and put the cup in front of the visitor: "Please drink tea." ”

"Thank you!" The person came again: Xie Lu Xie. asked Miao'er: "Teacher Zhang is not at home." ”

"I haven't gotten up yet, I'm hurt." Miao Er looked at the comer. looks so similar to Zhang Bo, and his voice is so loud that if you don't distinguish it, you will never be able to hear it. The figure is the same, but the clothes are different, a bit like the people in the government. Like a merchant in the rivers and lakes. The sharpness of the eyes. Miao Er realized that there was a briefcase on the table.

"Excuse me, your last name?" Miao Er asked his name.

"The surname is Zhang, the name is Tsaiyi, and he is from Chengguan. I want to talk to Mr. Zhang. Zhang Zaiyi said, he looked at Miao'er: Zhang Bo also has a handsome sister.

"Okay, I'll go ask him." Miao Er seemed to be listless. Say.

"Thank you!" Zhang Zaiyi said, very humble.

Miao Er turned around and went to Zhang Bo's room, Zhang Bo had already gotten up, and he knew that there was a visitor coming.

"Your nephew, Zhang Zaiyi, Chengguan Town." Miao Er walked in and said with a smile. She knew that the people who came came came from the article.

"Tongzong, what's wrong with that." Zhang Bo looked at Miao Er and said, because of the hot weather, did he not wear many clothes, Miao Er only wore a cross-shoulder suspender pajamas, like a willow in the wind, looking like that, there was nothing in it.

"I didn't say anything bad, like you, twin brothers." Miao Er blushed and turned around to go to the next room to make up. She had to make breakfast and go to work at the hospital right away.

Miao Er sat in front of the dresser, facing the mirror, and a thought flashed in her mind: the dressing in front of the stage is good, and the mandarin ducks in her eyebrows are disturbing. The mirror is full of water dreams, and tears are floating at will. This is when he talked to Zhang Bo about Sun Li's fate last night, Zhang Bo casually muttered a few words. These few sentences are similar to myself, alas, my brother yes, what do you mean..., you don't care what you mean, wash your face and go to work, realism, I will bite you when I have time.

Zhang Bo hurriedly washed his face, walked into the living room, and saw that the visitor was observing his furniture, and also knocked it with his hand and sniffed it with his nose.

"You...?" Zhang Bo was very surprised, this person looked so familiar, almost the same as his own appearance, and at the end of the sentence, he was so shocked that he stopped.

"Oh, Mr. Zhang." This Zhang Zai Yi is also a little surprised, so familiar, there are the same people in the world, it's not a novelist making up stories!

"Your last name." Zhang Bo regained his composure, knowing that he still had to ask.

"We are from the same sect, our name is Tsaiyi, you are Teacher Zhang, right? Zhang Ziyi smiled slightly, and there were answers and questions.

"It's me, the writer can't say it, the literature lover counts as one." Zhang Bo sat down at the bottom.

"Mr. Zhang's masterpiece has been serialized on dozens of websites, and the click-through rate is very high, and ordinary writers can't reach this level." Zhang Zaiyi said.

"Let the reader spend time after dinner." Zhang Bo looked at the other party's gloomy eyes and said.

"Modest." Zhang Zaiyi is quite a bit of a both.

"How does Brother Zhang know that my family lives in Zhongcun? Zhang Bo asked, a little skeptical.

"Someone posted your profile on Weibo, what's the matter, Mr. Zhang still doesn't know what to do." Zhang Zai Yi took a sip of tea and said leisurely.

"Computers are a blind spot." Zhang Bo is embarrassed.

"Then how do you write a script?" Zhang Zaiyi didn't believe it.

"Handwritten, A4 paper." Zhang Bo explained.

"Handwriting is slow, you have to code words." Zhang Zaiyi said.

"Write it on paper first, and then my sister will go to the website, or the publishing house, and hire a typist." Zhang Bo explained.

"I see, how many chapters are there in the masterpiece? "Zhang Zaiyi's.

"More than three hundred chapters." Zhang Bo didn't understand how much this had to do with talking about literature.

"Teacher Zhang has sent sixty chapters, and I have read each chapter." Zhang Zaiyi saw that Zhang Bo had questions about him, and hurriedly said: "His writing has a sense of substitution, the writing is good, the ups and downs, the rings are closely linked, and the climax is continuous." ”

"Brother Zhang is not a novice who has just debuted, but an old writer and an old writer." Zhang Bo said that this person must have posted a lot of articles.

"My cousin is from a publishing house, and he is also a writer, and he often uses a pen name when he publishes, not as bold as Mr. Zhang, and his real name." Zhang Zaiyi has words in his paintings.

"Brother Zhang must not be here to discuss articles, there must be a reason." Zhang Bo hit the nail on the head.

"Good eyesight, my cousin wants to pay for your long story, and he is also the president of the publishing house. Please don't refuse, the price you come out, I will pay it back. Zhang Zaiyi's words are clear, fast and refreshing.

"I don't write books to sell money, but to make a choice in life and an explanation to society." Zhang Bo said. Oh, I see, there are people like that.

"You bid whatever you want, the money doesn't matter, as long as you can be satisfied." Zhang Zaiyi said.

"The book belongs to everyone, and I can't sell it. A lot of people are reading it. Zhang Bo said: "A lot of people are reading it. ”

"My cousin buys out, the content and author remain the same, and the readers are still reading, but the copyright does not belong to you. Now on the website, 90% of the writers can't get money, my cousin values your talents, and if you write a few books in the future, we will buy yours at a good price. Zhang Zaiyi had a cunning in his eyes that he couldn't see.

"Brother Zhang, I have already given it to the website, how can I be embarrassed to ask for it back if I gave it to others. Besides, books are popular reading, and once published, there is no room for retraction. Zhang Bo told the bookseller.

"The website hasn't signed you up yet, it's all free to read. How can it be a signed work? Zhang Tsaiyi was calm.

"Brother Zhang drinks tea, and he is walking after breakfast here." Zhang Bocha opened the topic and said enthusiastically.

At this time, Miao Er walked in and said, "Brother, the meal is ready, you can eat at any time, I'll go to work." ”

"Thanks..., you go, if you don't come back, call you." Before Zhang Bo finished speaking, Miao Er had disappeared outside the gate.

"When I came, I booked a table in Mantianyun, and I don't know if Mr. Zhang is willing to appreciate it," Zhang Haoyi said. Very eager.

"If you already cook at home, why waste it!" Zhang Bo said. It's a bit of a thrifty concept.

"I should do my landlord's friendship, and when I go, I will ask the boss to return the money to you." Zhang Bo said again.

"Once the money has been paid, it is impossible to refund the ticket. Let's help eat it! Tsai Yi is very set: "Don't be so serious, eating a meal now is like drinking a glass of water in the past." Come, Mr. Zhang, make a friend! ”

"It's okay to make friends." Zhang Bo also stretched out his hand, and the two hands were clasped together.

To be continued! (To be continued......)