Looking at Alice's obviously impatient and restrained expression, Lin Zihan knew that the little girl was probably dissatisfied with the story she read, so she asked funny: "Alice, don't you like this story?" Alice hesitated for a while, and her big watery eyes looked at Lin Zihan pitifully: "Sir, as long as it is a story you read, I like it." But the story in this newspaper is really not as attractive as the story of Pinocchio, why don't you write that story down and submit it to the newspaper? Once upon a time, there was a down-and-out writer living in the hotel, and he often submitted articles to newspapers and publishing houses. ”

Alice's fairy tale made Lin Zihan stunned. yes, why don't you submit it? Even though Lin Zihan has never been a writer, he can't help but come from two hundred years later! As long as those famous works in history are written and submitted to the newspaper, even if they cannot live the life of a manor owner, at least a decent life can still be guaranteed. The more Lin Zihan thought about it, the happier she became, and when she looked at the little Alice beside her, she felt that she was more cute, so she twisted it around her pink little face, and laughed: "Alice, you are really my lucky star, when my brother and I make money, I will buy you cane candy to eat." ”

When Alice heard that there was candy to eat, her big jewel-like eyes became bright again. She had never tasted sugar as she grew up, and she had heard her mother say that it was transported from the distant New World, and that only the nobles and the rich could eat it. "Sir, you're not joking, are you?"

Lin Zihan smiled: "Of course, little Alice." Don't call me Mr. anymore, just call me Brother Wickham, and of course, you can call me George. After two hours of getting along, Alice was full of affection for the big brother who told her the story, and the child did not have an intuitive understanding of the harsh hierarchy, so she smiled sweetly and shouted, "Brother Wickham." ”

Lin Zihan looked at Alice's thin body, a little distressed, so he took out a shilling from his pocket and handed it to Alice: "Alice, my brother will be busy next, can you take this money and buy yourself a little white bread every day?"

The little girl looked at the hard coins shining in the candlelight, hesitated for a while, but shook her head firmly: "Brother Wickham, I can't just ask for your money, my mother will be unhappy." Lin Zihan paused for a moment, and said in his heart that this Mrs. Schmidt is a clean person. However, the money handed out could never be recovered, so Lin Zihan insisted: "Alice, my brother didn't give it to you for nothing." You come every day to tidy up your brother's room, and this shilling is your reward. ”

Alice tilted her little head and thought for a while, then said, "No, Brother Wickham, Sister Ruth in the hotel will help the guests tidy up the room every day, and I don't need to interfere at all." Lin Zihan felt like a goldfish uncle, holding a lollipop in his hand, luring little Lori step by step to "watch the goldfish". Well, Lin Zihan is not the kind of weird uncle who likes little Lori. "Ruth is always hairy, I don't like the room she tidys up, my brother wants Alice to tidy up for me." Rose, who was washing the dishes downstairs, said she was also shot while lying down.

The blonde little Lori thought for a while, and nodded solemnly: "Okay, Brother Wickham." I'll come over every day to help you make your bed. With that, he put away the dishes in the tray and exited the room.

Looking at Alice's slender figure disappearing at the door, Lin Zihan was in a good mood, and he didn't have to worry about his livelihood immediately. Yesterday he also wanted to draw down the drawings of the improvement of the steam engine and sell them to people who knew the goods, but after a busy day, he still returned in vain, and he studied international business at university, which had nothing to do with science and engineering. Although I know the principle of the steam engine, that's all. Isn't it funny that Watt has improved the steam engine several times, and he has to teach himself the principle? Lin Zihan couldn't wait to study science before he crossed over, otherwise he would have made enough money to draw those advanced mechanical drawings and sell them to those factory owners. I didn't expect that I was drilling the tip of the horns, and I always wanted to engage in industry, and I didn't think about writing, which I am better at.

Lin Zihan, who calmed down, thought about it carefully, and felt more and more that writing things to contribute to the newspaper was the most suitable livelihood for him at present, after all, this thing does not need start-up capital, only a piece of paper and a pen are needed. But what to write about? He wouldn't really listen to Alice and throw Pinocchio's kind of story into the newspaper office, which was obviously only suitable for children, and the newspapers of this era were still more serious, especially the Times, which paid more attention to politics, and although such a newspaper also opened a supplement, children's stories were out of place. If you can submit a manuscript, it is more suitable for a novel, but a novel is generally only suitable for people with more time to write, and he has no interest in lying on the desk all day long. In the days when there were no computers or typewriters, it was almost life-threatening to write so many words.

Do you want to write poetry? Lin Zihan was happy at this time, because he thought of a great opportunity, the most influential romantic poets in England in the nineteenth century were Keats, Shelley and Byron. Byron was still only a four-year-old child, and he didn't know what poetry was, and Shelley had just been born, and the most talented Keats would not be born until three years later. Isn't this a gesture to allow yourself to plagiarize? When he was in college in order to catch up with Gao Yuanyuan, he didn't read these British classical poems, many of them can be memorized backwards, and Gao Yuanyuan, a simple and romantic girl, lacks resistance to this kind of thing. Thinking of his girlfriend in his previous life, Lin Zihan felt gloomy, and he didn't know how Gao Yuanyuan was doing now, and would she be more and more grief-stricken when she learned of her death? Don't want to! Lin Zihan shook his head, he couldn't go back, why bother to find himself unhappy in his heart?

Just do it, Lin Zihan spread out the paper and pen on the shabby table, and thought about it It would be better to write Shelley's three odes first, because this is a series, and it is easier to be adopted by the newspaper. Especially the famous line in Shelley's Ode to the West Wind: "If winter comes, will spring be far away?" Lin Zihan was deeply loved, and he also took this sentence as his motto when he was in college, thinking that he was self-encouraged. These three verses are Ode to the West Wind, To the Skylark and Ode to Freedom, Lin Zihan is very familiar with it, and it took less than an hour to write them all down silently. This has to be thanked to Lin Zihan for having Gao Yuanyuan, a girlfriend from the foreign language department, otherwise who would have memorized the English version when they were full?

Looking at the manuscript paper piled on the table, Lin Zihan looked at a pile of pounds, this was the first pot of gold he came to this world. In this way, Lin Zihan was so excited that he didn't sleep well all night, so much so that he got up the next day with panda eyes.

It is said that when Alice returned to Mrs. Schmidt's room, Mrs. Schmidt was about to go to Lin Zihan's room to find her daughter. Today, Ruth, the maid of the hotel, was sent by herself to buy ingredients, and she was busy entertaining other guests, so Alice sent Lin Zihan's dinner, but she didn't expect Alice to go up for more than two hours, so she had to worry. I heard that some upper-class people like to raise some young girls and boys now, but I wonder if that handsome Mr. Wickham is such a person? Therefore, the woman with an open brain is really terrible, if Lin Zihan knew that he had been thought of as a pervert by Mrs. Schmidt, he would definitely be so angry that he vomited blood.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Schmidt was even more worried, and asked sharply, "Alice, why haven't you come down for so long, has Mr. Wickham done something to you?" Alice looked at her mother in amazement, not knowing what she had upset her mother about: "Mom, Brother Wickham gave me bread to eat and told me stories." You see, he gave me a shilling when he came back. ”

Mrs. Schmidt was relieved to hear her daughter's recount, and it seemed that Mr. Wickham had done nothing to Alice. It's just that when she looked at the shiny hard coin, Mrs. Schmidt was even more worried, this Mr. Wickham must have taken a fancy to his own daughter, otherwise how could it be so big? Mrs. Schmidt, who had experienced the warmth and coldness of the world, never believed that there would be any pie-in-the-sky good thing. She felt the need to warn her daughter, and said, "Alice, you will not stay with Mr. Wickham for the rest of the year, and I will return this shilling to him to-morrow morning!" ”

Alice was a little confused, why did her mother reject Brother Wickham so much, so she opened her mouth to defend Lin Zihan: "Mom, why do you want me to keep my distance from Brother Wickham, he is very good to me, Alice likes to stay with him." And Brother Wickham has already said that the shilling is for Alice, and I will help Brother Wickham tidy up the room every day from now on. ”

Mrs. Schmidt patted her head, she was now somewhat sure that Mr. Wickham must have taken an interest in her daughter, and that if she went to his room every day, it would not be a sheep's mouth. The more Mrs. Schmidt thought about it, the more angry she became, and she did not expect that the courteous Mr. Wickham was no different from the other gentlemen in London, and that it was no wonder that a gentleman would come to the slums to stay in a hotel, for the sake of finding the little girls for his own amusement. Mrs. Schmidt, who thought she knew the truth, decided to tidy up the room in Alice's place every day, so that Wickham could not see Alice, and that she could get the shilling with peace of mind.