Wang Chuan and She Wei glanced at each other. She Wei saw relief in Wang Chuan's eyes. And Wang Chuan only saw a black veil, which was very unfair.

Neither of them was in the mood to speak, quietly waiting for the remaining paper to dry.

After a while, the light of the setting sun became dimmer and dimmer, and Wang Chuan had to light the oil lamp, look at the remaining papers, and be sure that the ink on them had dried up, so he cleaned them up, went to the small table next to the bed, picked up the rest, and folded them.

The novel is all done. The fluffy paper is stacked on top of each other, and there are also thick stacks.

It's incredible that I've finished writing it myself!

While Wang Chuan was surprised, he also had indescribable happiness in his heart.

"Gollum."

Their stomachs crumbled at the same time.

The awkward atmosphere was finally relieved.

"Would you like to have dinner together?"

Wang Chuan asked.

"I ...... I'll come back after dinner. ”

She Wei fled.

Wang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and released the splint on his leg. This thing has been tied for a day, and it has caused my calves to be cold, and my blood is not smooth.

Put the splint on a large stack of novels and compact, and called the servant to bring dinner, Wang Chuan sat at the table and devoured it.

At noon, the little guy actually came to deliver lunch, and she Wei sent two servings. However, She Wei was so tormented by the novel that she really had no appetite, and Wang Chuan devoted herself to writing essays and didn't pay attention to it at all. The two lunches were still on the table, and they were already cold.

"Wang Zhu, that She Nuxia, is she really gone?"

The little maid looked around the guest room when he cleaned up the lunch on the table, and then asked Wang Chuan in a low voice.

Wang Chuan was eating and didn't care about speaking, but nodded.

The little guy's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he bent down and asked Wang Chuan in a low voice: "Then when will Wang Yu tell the little one about that word?" The little book was already in tatters, and the corpse had just been found. Now I can't see the painting, I just hope that Wang Zhu will soon be able to say that it is enjoyable. ”

Wang Chuan almost bit his tongue and hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth, and warned: "She Nuxia will come in a while." She had spoken, and if I dared to tell anyone the plot of the pickled book, I would kick the person who listened to the book with me. I belong to the six gates, but I am not afraid of his threats, and if you are not afraid, but you still want to hear, I will tell you. ”

The little servant's face was pale, and his hand holding the lunch plate trembled, and the dishes on the plate rang with the jingle bell.

"No need! No more! ”

The little guy fled the room with a swing of his legs.

After eating dinner and resting for a while, Wang Chuan took away the wooden board on the written manuscript. After pressing for so long, the stack of manuscripts finally compacted a little, and the stacks were not as fluffy as before. As for the content inside, Wang Chuan himself couldn't bear to look at it directly, so he didn't open it to see it.

"There is still a lack of a book title, and the author's signature, so it's not good to use your own real name."

Wang Chuan thought so to himself while tying the plank back to his legs. The ghost knows how big the Fengyue Pavilion is, in case there is such a person in the six doors of Beijing, and he signs his real name to send this kind of spicy book, and his colleagues know about it, then he will have no face to see people.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Chuan went to a blank piece of paper and wrote the title of the book on it-

Chrysanthemum Treasures: Hundred Nights of Rivers and Lakes and Flowers

The suffix after the colon is necessary to ensure that the two salty and wet bosses will definitely get the hit.

As for the pen name, Wang Chuan hesitated for a while, and finally wrote: Brokeback Mountain Man.

Let this vest set off a bloody storm in the salty and wet rivers and lakes of Fengyue Pavilion!

When the scribbled cover dried, She Wei didn't know where to go to finish dinner and come back to the guest room. The woman walked quietly, and when she walked behind Wang Chuan, Wang Chuan didn't notice it at all.

"Brokeback Mountainmen? Is this your pen number? ”

She Wei suddenly spoke out, startling Wang Chuan.

"She Nuxia is so powerful, it is really scary to appear so suddenly. Please also take into account the little heart below. ”

Wang Chuan patted his chest and complained, and then answered She Wei's question, "How is this pen number?" I just thought of it. ”

She Wei shook her head and admitted very honestly: "I walk the rivers and lakes, I only know fists and feet, and I am not proficient in literature and ink. The pen numbers I heard before were all laymen, mountain people, scattered people, etc., so it would not be wrong. After answering, she got down to business, "This article has been completed, I don't know how to continue the arrest?" ”

Wang Chuan looked at the oil lamp that was beating in the dusk, and said, "It's getting late today, and we can't continue until tomorrow." She Nuxia can rest assured that she has her own way. ”

She Wei nodded slightly, and said, "Then I'll wait for tomorrow and wait for the good news." When I thought of the words that were many times more polluted than the novels of Jianghu Baixiaosheng and Huajian Hou, I was shocked to realize that my soul had been deeply polluted, and I was looking forward to the spread of such a perverted article, which was really terrible!

The Yizi doorman, who sensed the seriousness of the problem, changed the topic in a panic and said: "I have been busy for such a trivial matter as me for a day, but I forgot to do this, which is really not right." Please tell me how to help me with my leg injury? ”

For She Wei, this is the main thing she is here to do. However, in the course of a day, she was deeply immersed in the terrible story made up by this terrible catch, which was to some extent terrible, and she could not extricate herself, and she completely forgot about what was really important.

Thinking of this, She Wei's face under the black veil was a little confused. It's a shame that Wang Chuan can't see her face, otherwise, she really wants to find someone to kick.

Wang Chuan put the cover dried under the oil lamp on the top of the manuscript, and when he heard She Wei's words, he couldn't help but move his legs and said, "There is nothing to do down there for the time being." It would be great if She Nuxia could leave quickly and let Zai Xia have a good rest. ”

She Wei paused, her two hands suddenly clenched into fists, and after a while, she said calmly: "Don't you have a question to ask me, no matter what you ask, I should answer them one by one, please ask quickly." ”

Wang Chuan hurriedly said: "No problem!" What will I talk about tomorrow, She Nuxia has been here for a day, and she must be tired, so go and rest! ”

She Wei was stunned again, turned around and left without saying a word. Sometimes the one-word door leg method is used, and when one foot is stepped out, the floor "squeaks", and the slender and bright woman has disappeared from front of her eyes in the blink of an eye, as if she has never appeared in the guest room.

Wang Chuan was very worried that the floor of the guest room would be trampled by She Wei's foot. In that case, you will have to compensate for the maintenance costs of the station, which will be a big loss.

Seeing She Wei leave, Wang Chuan hurriedly untied the wooden board tied to his legs and took it off, and was finally able to let out a long breath.

My legs were already swollen, and it was unbearable to tie this thing for a day. Previously, Wang Chuan felt that this leg was not his own, but when he took it off during the meal, he regained some intuition in his leg, and then tied it up, and after She Wei reminded him, Wang Chuan felt uncomfortable on his leg, and he really wanted to die.

Just now, Wang Chuan really begged the gods to worship the Buddha and wanted She Wei to get out of the house quickly, as soon as She Wei left, he really had a feeling of relief from Tang Seng's mouth when the little bull demon hanged himself.

"Shhh...... Yes...... Come. ”

Wang Chuan called while inhaling the cool air, and when an uncommon little guy came, he ordered, "Get me some cotton cloth, the kind for children to use as diapers, soft cotton and some are best, if you want new ones that have not been used, I will use them tomorrow." ”