A busy day quickly passed again.

An Ziyu watched the teachers of the childcare center say goodbye to the students at the door, and watched the parents walk, ride bicycles or drive cars, take the children into their hands, and leave one after another.

His folded fingers loosened, and he habitually tapped his palms twice, as if shaking off some chalk ash, and went up to his bedroom on the second floor.

Sitting at his computer desk, he pressed the start button on the console, and a few seconds later, the screen on the monitor jumped to the desktop. He just had a folder called "Creation and Submission Series", clicked into it, and opened a newly written novel "Floating Dust", which he wrote very quickly recently, and in less than a month, he had 140,000 words.

He opened the document, switched to the input method he was familiar with, and continued to code.

The plot has been almost conceived during the day, and now it is only necessary to write those details in detail and clearly.

He looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and the hour hand pointed to 8:45, which was still early. Usually, if he doesn't rush the manuscript, he usually goes to bed around 10:30.

In nearly two hours, he should be able to code about 7,000 words!

If nothing distracts, then tomorrow's update task will not be a problem.

With this thought, his fingertips began to jump on the keyboard, and as he was so attentive, he didn't notice that a pretty figure was quietly moving towards her.

For a long time, he felt a light weight on his shoulders.

He stopped the ten fingers of the codeword, don't turn his face, look back, oh, Sichu!

"It's so late, aren't you resting?" He stood up, and naturally, her hand slipped from his tall stature.

"Mr. An, you are so talented! The writing is so good, this is your first novel. Si Chu cleared her throat before speaking, although her voice was not hoarse at all.

The little girl who had just left the school gate blushed for a while before she could speak, but the big and bright eyes looked at him frankly, and she was a little presumptuous: "Great God, Mr. An, I worship you so much!"

She put her palms together and bowed down in front of him, her melon-seed-shaped little face full of adoration, but there was a hint of imperceptible cunning in those eyes similar to Menghan.

This blushing appearance, this melon seed-shaped little face, what kind of joke God played, and the characteristics on Menghan's body, all let this little girl take over.

It's just that this girl's eyes are inevitably a little bolder. This is not the case with Menghan.

An Ziyu patted his hand twice and said: "I am bored to write and play in my spare time, just to pass the time, if you take this as a serious profession, Guan Bao will starve to death." ”

"Mr. An, it just so happens that I am also quite interested in writing, and I usually yard thousands of articles with tofu blocks to submit articles to some literary newspapers and magazines when I am free. It's just that every time I pick it up and read it after I finish writing, I always feel bored, Mr. An, you are so talented, my article, can you help me give some pointers. ”

An Ziyu looked at the wall clock on the wall, and the hour hand pointed to 11 o'clock.

"Aren't you sleepy," he made a send-off gesture, "aren't you sleeping, it's so late." ”

But Na Sichu had no intention of leaving.

Because of the three new teachers in the nursery class - Yuhui Village recruited teachers that day, a young male teacher from a nearby village who had just left school came to apply successfully, including two teachers recruited by Ziyuhui Village, a total of three.

Of these three teachers, two of them rented a house outside, and Si Chu asked to live in the nursery center, so naturally, the dormitory where Ru Wei lived before was given to her.

"Is Mr. An a graduate of the Chinese Department? I feel that you have a deep knowledge of literature! Na Sichu didn't wait for Ziyu's invitation, so he moved a chair first and sat down in front of Ziyu.

She tied her long hair high and tied it into a pigtail on her head.

It's a bit awkward to braided her hair like this, but this pigtail hits her head, but it adds a bit of playfulness to her young face.

"Oh, I'm from the Department of Physical Education. In terms of writing, it's just a personal interest, not a great achievement. But if you have any articles that need to be revised, you can bring them over another day and we'll learn from each other. ”

"Really!" Na Sichu jumped up from his chair, "I don't want another day, I want now." I'll get it now, I just wrote an essay last week, sir, you help me point out the shortcomings in the article, I will revise it, and I will take it to the city newspaper in the next two days, and earn some manuscript fees. ”

She got up and wanted to run to the room, but she seemed to think that this was a bit abrupt, so she turned around and asked, "Mr. An, don't you mind bothering you so late!" ”

"Go get it! I'll wait here. An Ziyu sighed in her heart, this pestering little girl, however, it just so happened that today's code word task was almost completed, so help her take a look.

Tomorrow, tomorrow there might be something else to do!

Two minutes later, she turned back from her dorm room.

"Mr. An, I'm sorry, I lost the manuscript." She touched the tip of her nose lightly, a little uneasy.

"Then another day!" An Ziyu waved his hand, and he secretly exhaled in his heart.

"Mr. An, can you use this computer to access the Internet? Otherwise, you open my QQ mailbox and help me see how it is on the computer. ”

"Okay." Ziyu reluctantly sat down in front of the computer again.

“XXXXXXXXX。” Si Chu read out a set of Arabic numerals.

"What about passwords? Enter it yourself! ”

"The password is my birthday, XX1228. Can you enter it for me! It's okay. ”

"You're not afraid that one day I'll steal your information."

"No, Mr. An, you're not that kind of person." She glanced at him and lowered her voice, with a slight teasing tone in her tone, "However, if you want to steal, I can't ask for it, which shows that I still have merit." ”

When she said this, An Ziyu's heart couldn't help jumping.

"You click the mouse to the previous page, um, yes, it's this page, the second email, um, that's right, this 'The Quest for Love', it's about artificial intelligence, it's a novel, it's a short story."

An Ziyu opened the email and browsed it.

"How?" Na Sichu sat on the edge of the computer desk, and when Ziyu said this, her eyes were full of inquiry and earnestness.

"Yes, the sentences are smooth, well-organized, and have a certain center, but it's just ......"

"Just what?"

"It's just that the plot in between, can you set up some ups and downs."

"What's the undulation method?"

For example, in the process of seeking love, the heroine sets up some twists and turns for her. For specific operations, you can imitate the European and American sci-fi blockbuster "Artificial Intelligence" and see how the plot of that movie is set. Also, incorporate your own emotional experiences. ”

"My own emotional experience." She cried out, like a scarred bird, "I've just walked out of school, what emotional experience can I have." ”

An Ziyu looked at this seemingly innocent girl thoughtfully, and sighed secretly, is there something wrong with her first sense, is it too arbitrary to judge a person based on her behavior tonight.

"Okay, it's not early, I'm going to rest, about your article, if needed, we'll talk another day." He closed the mailbox, moved the mouse to the lower left corner of the computer, opened the program, and clicked the shutdown button, "However, if you really want to submit this kind of article, I suggest that you submit a website, change it to a medium-length novel, find a suitable website, and try to submit it." As for the city newspaper, I don't think it's a good fit. Finally, he added, "Of course, this is my personal opinion. ”

“OK！ Thank you, Mr. An, your teachings have benefited me a lot, I may come to bother you often in the future, you won't mind, right? ”

"Let's talk about it!" An Ziyu said lazily and stood up.

The girl jumped up on the chair, jumped high, and the pigtails shrugged her head with her jump, and soon, she imprinted a kiss on Ziyu's handsome face like a chicken, and ran out.

An Ziyu was stunned for a moment, what is this, is she showing her love to him?

He immediately shook his head, put the table and chairs in the room in place, went to the bathroom, washed up, and went to bed.

This night, he tossed and turned, and it was difficult to sleep.