Early the next morning, my mother sent Cheng Qi a gold pen imported from Liao and a checkered book. He tried it, and it still worked.

"Thank you, Mom." He wrote on the cover of the checkerboard: "Smiling Proud Jianghu (First Draft)".

Zhu Rui, who knew that his son liked to write and paint, didn't say much, just smiled softly, and left quietly so as not to disturb him.

Cheng Qi was immersed in the world of martial arts, relying on his own memory and some wild imagination, he unconsciously wrote more than a dozen pieces of paper in the morning, but after a closer look, he didn't even finish the first chapter.

"In the era when there was no typewriter, it was really not easy to be a writer, no wonder classical Chinese persisted for 2,000 years." Cheng Qi felt that his wrists were sore, and the words he wrote were not so neat - since he put down the pen, he was pleased to find that his pen words were more than a hundred times more beautiful than in his previous life, after all, there seems to be no computers and mobile phones in this era, and there may not even be Chinese pinyin.

Just when Cheng Qi was thinking about whether he should insist on writing for the sake of his own wrist, someone pushed open the door of the ward: "121 A bed - ha, our young hero is here." ”

Take a closer look, it turned out to be the "former friend" of the previous owner of this body, and the leader of a big grinning young man named Huang Yang and Cheng Qi grew up together since childhood - in the summer, they played together on the river beach of their hometown in the countryside, and smeared mud on each other, but they were not friends with mud.

There is also a thin and thin body, with a triangular face and slender arms like a praying mantis-like partner, named Wang Yu, who is also Cheng Qi's childhood partner, Cheng Qi remembers that Wang Yu's father seems to be the director of a large ticket number in Guangde, and his family background is quite good.

"It looks pretty good." Huang Yang was not polite to him, and threw a bag of gifts on the bedside: "This is Jiasu imported from the South China Sea, and you can refresh yourself if you drink it." But it looks like you don't need to be refreshed, and beware of not being able to sleep at night after drinking. ”

Cheng Qi picked it up and looked at it, looking at the poster on the cover a little familiar, and then thinking about it carefully, this thing actually has a name - coffee. However, because the British Empire has no chance of sunrise in this world, it is estimated that this English transliterated name will not be produced.

Wang Yu noticed something at his bedside; "Still working hard...... I've received the notice and I'm still working hard, it's really yours! ”

"Just reading some novels to pass the time." Cheng Qi hurriedly explained. Wang Yu was not so easy to fool: "Hey, my talented hero, what are you writing about...... Write a novel. ”

Cheng Qi nodded a little embarrassedly, feeling as if he had done something bad and had been exposed.

Wang Yu said that he would throw away all the books after the exam, but his body was very honest, and he couldn't put it down when he got the freshly baked manuscript: "I'll have a sneak peek, "Smiling Proud Jianghu", yo, is it still written about martial arts, I like to watch martial arts, is it exciting to play." ”

Sure enough, martial arts is a man's romance, Wang Yu read the first page with a glance and ten lines of brushing, and then handed it to Huang Yang: "It's very interesting, you can also take a look." ”

The two stood there one left and one right and read it, Cheng Qi sat on the bed, as if waiting for the doctor to give him a notice of his illness: he didn't doubt that Jin Daxia's story was not attractive enough, but he doubted whether the rivers and lakes he wrote were charming enough.

"It's kind of interesting, it's much better than what you've written in the past." Wang Yu commented: "I think I can invest in a newspaper to get some pocket money. ”

"I think so too." Huang Yang nodded and said: "Don't vote for any newspapers in the county and Fucheng, those newspapers can't sell many copies, let's vote for Hangzhou, my father should know some chief writers or something when doing business, help you bring the manuscript over and ask." ”

Cheng Qi rolled his eyes, and also felt that what Huang Yang said was indeed reasonable: after all, it is necessary to be famous as soon as possible, why should you go to the tabloid if you can vote for a big newspaper, and after all, when it comes to background in the future, it is also better to listen to a well-known newspaper.

"Then there will be labor."

"My own brother, what's polite." Huang Yang returned the manuscript to him: "You write more, and when you are discharged from the hospital, I will send it to you together." ”

Huang Yang and Wang Yu chatted with him for a while before leaving. Cheng Qi got this encouragement and felt full of confidence, so he picked up the pen and brushed again, and didn't put down the pen until his cousin Xia Yusi came in with a food box again.

"My Xiucai, don't you want to thank you for a day?" Xia Yusi snatched his pen and notebook: "It's either reading or writing." I was hospitalized and still refused to stop. ”

Cheng Qi devoured lunch; "Sister, how about you show this story? Is it okay to get the newspaper and go to it? ”

"I'm writing again." Xia Yusi took the manuscript over: "You eat, I'll go to the balcony to have a look." ”

"Be careful, don't get blown away by the wind."

Cheng Qike was a little worried: This is a real manuscript limited to one copy, and if he didn't have him, he wouldn't be able to cry.

"Put a hundred hearts!" Xia Yusi said and really walked onto the balcony: "You can eat your meal with peace of mind!" ”

Cheng Qi chewed Jiangnan-style side dishes, and looked nervously at the beautiful shadow of his cousin outside the window - to be fair, Xia Yusi's slight application of powder is the national color and natural fragrance, and a light touch on the red lips is a sinking fish and a goose. The scene of her reading on the balcony made Cheng Qi think of a common word in her previous life: intellectual beauty.

There is an idiom that is well used, called Xiu Se Ke Dining, which can just describe Cheng Qi's current state of mind. He was so beautiful outside the window that he enjoyed this nutritious lunch peacefully. Then wait for Xia Yusi to walk in.

"That's a pretty good story." Xia Yusi put the manuscript paper next to the bed: "Write a little more in the afternoon, and tell me what happened to the Lin family!" ”

Cheng Qi secretly laughed in his heart: If I tell you that the vengeful son will "click" and stop being a husband later, then don't beat people.

After sending Sister Xia away, Cheng Qi read the novel sent by his mother for a while, wrote a few thousand words, and felt that his hands were sore, so he took a nap. In the afternoon, when the sun was on his buttocks, he got up, wrote again, and then read, and the day passed quickly.

Xia Yusi came with Zhu Rui in the evening, saying that she was bringing food to her cousin, but in fact, Cheng Qi felt that she was coming to see the manuscript.

"This hunchback is disgusting." She said indignantly: "Hurry up, write him to death!" ”

Cheng Qi rolled his eyes; "Sister, do you want to be an editor for me?"

Xia Yusi suddenly smiled: "Brother, this novel you wrote is very interesting, do you want to publish it?" My sister knows a lot of old guys from the newspaper......"

Cheng Qi Shi Ran leaned against the wall: "Oh, I've already found a good home, I won't tell you, but the big newspaper in Hangzhou, soon your brother and I will become famous writers, hahahahaha...... Oops, I didn't get water in my head...... It's true! Don't shake, it won't ring! ”

Looking at the loving picture of the sister and brother fighting, Zhu Rui could only shake her head: "How old are they, and they don't look like adults at all." ”