Not only did he not know how to answer his father's words, but he also felt that he seemed to have made a mistake before.

Because, Dad said it very clearly before, this mobile phone is very easy to use, as long as the reading function is turned on, you don't need to wear reading glasses.

Although Wang Zhou's age is not qualified to be called an old man and an old man in modern times, some people even say that forty years old is the golden age of men, but after all, how much eyesight has declined. It's not bad to read without your eyes and listen to a book.

So, when I bought this mobile phone, why did I always feel that it was not for the convenience of contacting my daughter, but for listening to books?

Otherwise, it's been a while since I bought this phone, and I really won't even call and tell you nothing?

Wang Wu's face was strange, however, before she could figure out how to interrupt her father to say that she had read insights, the doorbell rang, and before Wang Wu got up, she heard someone outside the door shouting: "Xiao Wu, hurry up and open the door." ”

Lin Kangjian's voice...

Wang Wu could only get up and went home without doing anything, so he ran into two fans, one complained that his book was updated slowly and was very cheating, and the other pulled himself to talk about the insights he saw in the book.

One is her brother, the other is her father...

If they knew that they were the author of the book, the picture would be beautiful.

When I opened the door, I saw Lin Kangjian walking in with a beautifully packaged wine box, putting it on the table in a hurry, and then said with a smile: "Uncle Wang, help me later." ”

Wang Zhou smiled and said, "No problem, I'll definitely call you later." ”

Lin Kangjian hugged his fist towards Wang Zhou, and pretended to say: "Grateful, grateful." ”

Then it quickly slipped away, and a gust of wind came and went.

The second monk Wang Wuzhang was confused, and Wang Zhou laughed: "This kid, I finally seized the opportunity for you to come back, I must want to drink." ”

Lin Kangjian's family and Wang Wu's family were door-to-door more than ten years ago, Lin Kangjian's mind is relatively active, and he chats with Wang Zhou very well, and he is very good at doing things. Wang Zhou usually treats Lin Kangjian quite well, and treats him as his own son and nephew.

"Oh, I see, I have children at home, and I am not allowed to drink. So, Brother Jian, this is asking you to help cover up. ”

Wang Wu came back and invited Lin Kangjian to come over as a guest, and drank a glass or two by the way.

I'll go!

Wang Wu thinks about it carefully, Brother Jian can still play.

"It's not a cover, it's a discussion."

Wang Zhou pointed to his phone...

Wang Wu suddenly couldn't cry or laugh.

"Well, you're a good bunch of book friends."

Wang Wu sat on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, and then shook it at his father, "By the way, Dad, I'm also reading at this station." ”

"You also see this?"

Wang Zhou was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that his daughter was actually a fellow practitioner?

"It's not just look, I know this author."

Wang Wu said with a smile, my father respects this book so much, so come to think of it, writing about this industry is not a mistake in my father's eyes.

There is no way, although Wang Wu wrote in his previous life with the support of his family, but after all, it was because he still had a little income, and his own baby and his parents must be in pain. However, in the eyes of other parents, that is not a good thing.

, playing games, are not doing their jobs, delaying their studies, and the two biggest obstacles on the road to the three good students.

That is, fortunately, in the later period, the parents' hatred for playing games has exceeded, otherwise the thunderbolt king Yang may have expanded his business a little.

Wang Wu is very glad that he made the right move in a daze, this Journey to the West is a masterpiece and has its own merits.

Wang Zhou is already immersed in it, so there will be no other opinion than urging and discussing the above plot.

Therefore, Wang Wu wanted to confess.

"Oh, Xiao Wu, are you actually any author?"

Wang Zhou was even more surprised, "This author, except for rewarding, rarely talks to readers, and he doesn't even say anything about the establishment of a fan base proposed by readers." ”

"Haha, I'm good friends with the author."

Wang Wu smiled.

But Wang Zhou shook his head, "If you can write like this, no matter how old you are, you should be as old as me, right?" Are you good friends with him? Don't talk nonsense. ”

Wang Wu: ...

"Why do you think the author is very old?"

"There is a lot of knowledge in this, and many of the words are very beautiful, and the poems are also excellent. Can you write it without a little precipitation of the years? ”

Wang Zhou looked like I had already understood the overall situation, so that Wang Wu had nothing to say.

"You must have been cheeky enough to ask for advice before you said that, right?"

Wang Wu didn't know what to say for a long time, and I begged myself cheekily?

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense, don't wronged me."

Wang Wu's head shook like a rattle.

Wang Zhou smiled faintly, "Once this book is written, it may have a place in literature in the future, but if you can get a little bit of advice from him, it won't be a bad thing." ”

In ancient times, by the literary masters, that is, no one can stop luck when it comes.

However, in modern times, there are too many industries, and Wang Wu is not a person who delves into knowledge, at most, he may be able to brag about it when he goes out in the future.

"Dad, I'll tell you something, don't tell anyone else."

Wang Wu whispered in his father's ear: "Actually, I am the author of Journey to the West, and I don't tell him if I am an ordinary person." ”

Wang Zhou seemed to have seen a ghost, and said with a dumb smile: "Don't take this joke too far." ”

Wang Zhou still knows very well what his daughter looks like.

The language score is okay since childhood, but it can be okay These four words, how much weight can they have?

Not to mention this huge work sprinkled with hundreds of thousands, Wang Zhou thinks it's great to ask his daughter to write 10,000 words.

"Me, no one believes me when I tell the truth?"

Wang Wu was silent, no one believed it before there was real evidence.

What is the Journey to the West author in Wang Zhou's eyes?

Literary masters, old men in their forties and fifties, as for the rest, thinking about it, Wang Wu can probably only cry secretly.

Although the original author on the earth may be a big man, the author of the unnamed star is like a flower like jade, beautiful like a flower, the car sees the car, the people love it, and the flowers bloom.

Old man...

Hehe...

"Forget it, you can keep watching, I'll go back to my room."

What Wang Wu wants to say is that I want to be quiet...

Seeing his daughter walk into the room depressed, Wang Zhou couldn't help but shake his head, a little strange.

However, it is strange to say where it is.

As for what her daughter said that she was the author of the book Journey to the West, after thinking about it in her heart, Wang Zhou still felt that she had no idea.

Is it okay if it doesn't exist?

(End of chapter)