"I've read your published novels, and the style is quite similar to mine, and I think it should be fine." Ziyu said.

"It's okay to say that I deliberately imitated, Ziyu, I remember that you used to code words, at that time, you were coding words in front of the computer desk, and I sat on the side to read the novels you wrote, or during that time, I unconsciously imitated your style. Over time, he developed his own writing style. So it's not surprising that when you look at my article now, the style is similar to yours. Menghan said.

Two unsatisfactory marriages, those boring times are more than gone, in addition to the endless thoughts of the man in front of her, it is the pen in her hand that follows each other, to give birth to Xiaoyu, she stopped writing for a while, and when the child goes to kindergarten, no longer clingy, she has her own space again, in those times, her literary talent can be described as advancing by leaps and bounds, so that the novels she wrote, were repeatedly accepted and hired by "Autumn Harvest".

"That's great!" Ziyu said, "That's it, I'll send you the outline and outline of the second half of my novel in the next two days, we will work together, I write even-numbered chapters, you write odd-numbered chapters, you help me code one or two chapters every day, after writing, hand over the manuscript to me on the same day, and I will review it, how about it?" By the way, how many words can you code in a day? ”

"This is not necessarily, depending on whether there is time, it is five or six thousand if it is fast, and about three thousand words if it is slow!"

"Well, if you can promise to help me write two chapters a day, and make sure that each chapter has more than 3,000 words, I will pay you."

"Remuneration?" Menghan was a little surprised.

"I will pay you 200 yuan for each chapter I write, and you can earn 200 yuan for writing a chapter, even if you are a new writer on the website, there is no such treatment, besides, if you go to contribute, you may not be accepted by the magazine!"

"That's right." Menghan pondered for a moment, "For me, this money is easy to come by, but in this way, won't you have to suffer?" ”

"No, I already have a certain number of fans on the Internet for this novel, you just need to write the process according to the outline I provided."

"Well, I'll give it a try." Menghan asked, "When will you start writing?" ”

"You can start today." Ziyu said, "I'll send you the detailed outline, and you send an email to my WeChat." ”

Menghan took out his mobile phone, added Ziyu's WeChat, and sent him his QQ mailbox.

"You send it to this email address as soon as you finish writing two chapters a day, preferably before 9 p.m. I'm going to think about it a little bit more and then I'll be able to forward the site updates. Ziyu opened his electronic device with his mobile phone and sent an empty email to Menghan.

"Before 9 o'clock!" Menghan screamed, "It's too early, what should Xiao Yu do?" ”

"You can leave your child at your parents' house for a month, and after a month, when this novel is over, it will be the day when your parent-child life will be resumed. How's it going, have you thought it through? ”

"Well, I promise you." Menghan paused for a moment and responded.

"Then it's decided," Ziyu said, "I'll go back to the training center and send you the outline and outline of the novel, or we can find a time to discuss together." How do you see the evening? ”

"Night," Meng Han hesitated for a moment, "all right! In the evening, it was just night, but I had to go back to the pine and cypress garden, and I had to do a good job of the child's ideological work and explain it to my parents. After picking up Xiaoyu's work, I am afraid that I will have to trouble the two old people. ”

"Then you set a time!"

"Eight o'clock in the evening!"

"Well, that's it, I'll be at your apartment on time at eight o'clock in the evening."

"Okay."

The electric car sped along the national highway and soon arrived at the small forest in front of the pine and cypress garden.

The grove is mostly poplar, a small clump of bamboo, and a few phoenix trees.

The woods at dusk are less noisy and a little more lonely. It seems that every tree has a memory that teaches people to remember.

Menghan sighed, and when she reached the edge of the forest, she released the electric door with her right hand, put her feet on the ground, and looked at the villas in front of the forest.

The courtyard of the house is close at hand.

The one who sat on the back of the stone lion in front of the villa was her mischievous child. Oh, Xiao Yu, dearest baby!

The boy seemed to sense something, and turned his head to look over the woods. Despite a considerable distance, he jumped all the way to the place with joy.

"Mom, you're finally back." The child ran and screamed, and when he jumped in front of her, he squeezed past her left hand holding the handlebar, got into the position of her feet in front of the electric seat, and firmly held the handles of the two rear mirrors at the front of the car with both hands, "Mom, I'll take your car home." ”

Oh, that's enough to have him!

An Ziyu, if you have the heart to be with me for the rest of your life, you will take the initiative to propose to me when you meet me in the apartment that time. But why are you so reluctant to talk about a topic that I never dreamed of?

Having said that, I abandoned you first, and you already hated me in your heart, how dare I have such hope again.

According to Yaping, your father has always been a very conservative man, and if his son were to marry a woman who had been married several times, it would be an embarrassing thing for him, or for you, even if we were in love like that.

Well, having this child, it is enough.

You see, he tilted his head back at me, and even if he looked at his face upside down, it was a copy of yours, and thankfully you didn't meet it at school today. Otherwise, maybe you will recognize it, and it will not be difficult for you and me.

You won't recognize it, though. If you can really see that this child is your own flesh and blood, An Ziyu, you and I will not miss a chance to be together when we met in Zhuyin a few years ago.

But that's fine, if you know that Xiao Yu is your child, your father, who has a deep clan concept, may encourage you to forcibly take Xiao Yu away from me.

According to Yaping, an old classmate who married into your village, your father's clan concept is so heavy! It's famous in your village.

Thinking like this, Menghan subconsciously hugged Xiao Yu in his arms.

Yes, in the next month, it will be decided that Xiao Yu will no longer be able to meet An Ziyu.

She didn't want to get into unnecessary trouble—

An Ziyu, we can't be together in this life, it can only mean that we have no fate, if I lose Xiaoyu, it will really kill me!

Thinking like this, she leaned down again, the child had already turned his face away, and pointed the back of his head at her, she still kissed the back of the child's head, and asked nervously: "Baby, do you like to be with your mother?" ”

"I like it." The boy looked at his mother with precocious eyes.

"However, from today onwards, mom will be very busy for a month and will not be able to be with her baby."

"Why?" Xiao Yu was surprised.

"Mom has to work overtime, and in the next month, you can only let grandpa pick you up and drop you off from school, and go back to Songbai Garden to live, you have to listen to grandpa and grandma, don't be naughty."

"Aren't you with Xiao Yu?" The boy exclaimed eagerly, "Mother, aren't you going back to the Pine Garden?" ”

"Mom is staying in the apartment for the time being. After a month, I will continue to pick you up from school and take you back to your apartment. During this busy time, you have to listen to your grandfather, don't run around, don't be naughty. ”

"Then if Xiao Yu misses his mother, can he go to the apartment to find you?"

"Make a phone call before you come, and if mom is done with her work, you can come over." Menghan responded, turned off the electric door, got out of the car, and helped Xiaoyu down.

"Okay!" The boy barked happily and went into the house, where he was going to go to the courtyard to tease a small dog raised in Xia Hanshan, the Chihuahua.

Fortunately, his father raised such a dog, which attracted Xiao Yu's attention, and in the days of the pine and cypress garden, the child spent half of his time on this puppy in addition to playing with his friends.

Okay, the child's ideological work is done, next, she will have a month of quiet spare time, the time for coding words should be more sufficient, whether she can complete the writing task assigned by An Ziyu, it depends on her pen power and efficiency.

Thinking like this, I unconsciously entered the courtyard.

Xia Hanshan was shaping a banyan tree less than a meter high in the yard, and when he saw Menghan come back, he stopped what he was doing.

"Dad," Menghan called out, turning to his father, "someone asked me to ghostwrite a web novel." ”

"Ghostwriting?" Xia Hanshan paused for a moment, "Don't you write your own novels?" Why ghostwrite? ”

"Oh, that's right." Menghan briefly reported Ziyu's writing to Xia Hanshan.

"That's it!" Xia Hanshan looked at his daughter appreciatively. If he was forced by the family economic crisis to choose to let his baby daughter marry Nian Junhong, which made him linger and feel guilty, he saw that his daughter did not collapse after experiencing two unhappy marriages, especially in the past two years, she frequently brought "Autumn Harvest" to show her works in front of him, he was really happy and proud of this baby daughter.

"So, Dad, from today onwards, I will have a month of busy time, Xiao Yu will be picked up by you to pick him up from school, I have just done ideological work for Xiao Yu, and he agreed."

"You can go ahead and write your novel in peace! Xiao Yu will leave it to me. Xia Hanshan turned around and asked, "Who is An Ziyu?" ”

"My college classmate is currently a well-known online writer."

"Oh!" Xia Hanshan took a closer look at his daughter, "Hanhan, are you in love?" ”

"Dad, where do you want to go, people just invited me to ghostwrite." He saw his daughter's face flushed, and then he took something and hurried towards the back room.

Ghostwriting, I'm afraid it's not that simple! A smile welled up on the corner of his mouth.