"It's hard to say!" Han Junxi hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "Your husband and I still have a bit of a status in the rivers and lakes, so I guess it's okay to ask you for a little dried tofu." ”

"Forget it." Xia Solstice slammed his laptop shut.

Since ancient times, literati have been contemptuous, which is particularly prominent in Han Junxi.

Everyone is doing writing work, and he has never expressed sincere appreciation for her articles, even when her children's books appeared on the book festival sales list, he also said that it was because Su Xiao's paintings were so brilliant that she completely erased her labor.

Then, her long story, which dragged on for several years and only stayed at 150,000 words, also became a laughing stock that he took out from time to time, which also made her secretly puff up in her heart.

Why? Didn't he write articles for a few more years than her, and this kind of thing doesn't mean that whoever is older writes well. As for the long story, she writes it with a heart, and if it weren't for taking care of the family and housework, she could have spent more time composing!

Besides, she is confident that she is also a capable person to post, does she need him to help her through the back door? It's not like she hasn't published articles.

The way she puffed up her cheeks fell into his eyes, and he couldn't help but laugh: "I didn't say I wouldn't help you!" ”

"I don't need your help, I'll submit it myself."

"Don't be stingy! I didn't say that you didn't write well, you were right, if you really didn't write well, even if I sent it to people, they wouldn't give you a manuscript. You send it to me, I'll send it to you on Monday, and I'll tell you right away. ”

She was still angry: "No, save the editor from being embarrassed to reject you." ”

"No, no," he stroked her arms flatteringly, "I told him, be realistic, let's just try to get a bargain on time, okay?" ”

"If you really want to send it, you can copy it yourself. I'm too lazy to post. As if I begged you. I went downstairs for a walk. She stood up and left the computer desk, leaving him alone. She knew that he would definitely pass on the manuscript for her, but she didn't want to lose to him verbally.

He shouted, "So, I'll go for a walk with you?" ”

"I don't want you to accompany me, I look at it and it's troublesome." She didn't even look at him and went out.

Maybe she hasn't written an article for too long, but now she picks it up again, she has a sense of literary thoughts, and when she stays at home on Sunday afternoon, she writes another essay and goes to a public account.

Guo Shufeng's worries are justified. In those years, the paper media editors she knew when she was a writer, many of the QQ numbers were no longer lit, and she didn't know whether she had changed careers or changed numbers, and she was embarrassed to contact the remaining ones, feeling that she hadn't written for too long.

The decline of paper media is a fact, the times are changing rapidly, these days in the study of new media, she feels that many of her ideas are trapped by the traditional pattern, how to break the situation, she has not yet thought about it.

Or, she can try to start writing by herself to touch the reader's tastes, which can be considered to kill two birds with one stone.

This weekend, she can write so quietly, also because Han Junxi herself has to rush the interview script. He had an interview on Sunday afternoon, and after dinner at home in the evening, he closed the door and was busy.

Xia Zhi found a book and read it crookedly on the sofa, and when he entered the room at nine o'clock, he found Han Junxi lying on the table and falling asleep. She looked at the word document he had opened, and the interview had just been written in two paragraphs.

Didn't you still shout at dinner that this manuscript had to be rushed out tonight? She reached out and shook him, and the hand that touched him was unusually warm, and she probed the back of her hand into his forehead to make sure it was a fever.

He woke up at her touch, forcibly opened his tightly clinged eyelids, shook his head twice, and said, "...... How did I fall asleep...... What time is it? ”

"It's half past nine." Xia Zhi felt distressed when he saw him like this, after knowing that she was pregnant, he not only took care of all the housework at home, but also became more active in running interviews.

He turned to her, his eyes only halfway open, "You're going to sleep, aren't you?" I'll go to the guest room to write, you can rest first. ”

"It's you who rests first. Do you know you have a fever? She took his hand and said.

He smiled nonchalantly: "Is it a problem for men to have a fever?" It'll be fine in a while. Well, you go to sleep first, and I'll sleep when I'm done. ”

She wouldn't let go: "Are you sure you can write it like this?" You can't speak clearly, so it's better to take some medicine and sleep first, and get up early tomorrow to write. ”

Seeing that he was still hesitating, she continued: "You write in this state, and you will have to rewrite it tomorrow if you are killed." I'll set the alarm clock for you, and I'll get up at five tomorrow and write. ”

He recoiled at her hand and looked up at her with a smile: "Actually, I think I can get up and write again at half past five." ”

She smiled and pulled out her hand and gently patted him on the shoulder: "Go, I'll find you cold medicine." ”

Han Junxi took the medicine and fell asleep in less than five minutes, listening to his even snort, but he couldn't sleep on the summer solstice.

She quietly got out of bed and crept out of the room.

Han Junxi's computer and voice recorder were placed on the desk in the guest room, she first turned on the computer to find the manuscript he had just written at the beginning, and then pressed the play button of the voice recorder and began to listen to the recording while sorting out the interview records.

From a few scattered interview recordings, she pieced together that this was about a suspected child abuse incident in a private kindergarten, the parents who complained were indignant, the kindergarten was vague, the education department strictly ordered a thorough investigation, and public opinion on the Internet has fermented.

Han Junxi has been chasing this incident for several days, he is doing in-depth interviews, naturally he can't stay at the level of expressing the attitudes of all parties, he has to find a good entry point, or, you can try to start with the problems in the selection of teachers in kindergartens......

Xia Zhi bit his nails, and quickly found his idea, and the words jumped out from under his fingertips like flowing water.

Her background in teacher education makes her more comfortable when writing about this topic, and she tries to express the idea that education is never based on the age of the object to distinguish between difficulty and importance, and kindergarten teachers should have the same status as university teachers.

She doesn't know if it's right for her to express such a view that is different from universal values, and she hasn't written this type of in-depth interview for many years, but she likes to watch it. No matter what, if the manuscript is killed, let Han Junxi rewrite it.

At least, he rested well tonight, and even if he had to work overtime to rewrite tomorrow, it wouldn't be so uncomfortable.

When it was almost one o'clock in writing, she saved the manuscript she had written, and before going to bed, she did not forget to set Han Junxi's alarm clock back to seven o'clock. He always told her not to put herself on the hook for work, and she thought that this sentence also applied to him, since he was sick, he should sleep well.

When the alarm clock rang, Xia Zhi heard it, and she rolled over and pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

Han Junxi woke up with a shock, he jumped up and turned off the alarm clock, and after seeing the time on his phone, he jumped up and rushed to the guest room in fright. After about five minutes, he was back in his room.

He climbed into bed, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Did you write it, or did I write it last night sleepwalking?" ”

She was half asleep and half awake and took another step closer to sobriety, she closed her eyes and smiled, "You should have written it last night."

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