Songbai Garden, Xiajia Western-style Building, the second room on the second floor to the east, the light in Menghan's bedroom is on.

After Menghan got married, Xia Hanshan kept her bedroom in her mother's house. Therefore, she wants to go back to her parents' home and can come back to live at any time.

At this moment, she sat down at her computer desk, typed the last word of the last chapter on the keyboard of her laptop, marked the full stop, and saved the document.

By the time she read and revise the two chapters she had written today, it was already 9:30 p.m.

As the seasons turn to autumn and the seasons change, whether it is an online store or a physical store, the business has begun to get busy. For Xia Hanwen, who runs a clothing business, he is no exception, because he can't hire workers temporarily, Hanwen has to call his father to the store to help.

And the task of cooking and delivering food every day still falls on Ji Cuilan.

Correspondingly, Xiao Yu's pick-up and drop-off task, Xia Hanshan could no longer find time to deal with it. Menghan had no choice but to return to his previous life of picking up and dropping off his children from school in advance.

Fortunately, Xiao Yu is gradually sensible, maybe boys are not so clingy by nature, or maybe Menghan has always been more open in educating children, in short, after more than half a month of interval, she found that Xiao Yu has become more independent again.

Even when she was concentrating on coding words in front of the computer, the child only cared about playing with herself, or watching cartoons, or flipping through picture books, or doing some handicrafts, and no longer bothered her to write.

Therefore, in the nearly a week since Menghan moved from the apartment back to Songbai Garden, her codeword plan was still going on in an orderly manner.

Well, now that the last line of text has been coded and marked with a full stop, the ghostwriting task given by Ziyu is over.

She read the last two chapters written today carefully, and at the same time carefully revised them, and then, saved the document, opened the email, clicked on the email given by Ziyu, and sent it.

Recently, she's noticed that she's getting faster and faster, so much so that it only takes about 40 minutes to write a chapter. Every time she finishes writing a chapter of a novel, she always habitually counts the number of words, no more, no less, generally around 2300 words, and when she revises the chapters she has written, she will inadvertently add some text, so that when she finishes the chapters she wrote that day, each chapter she writes will naturally break through 3000 words.

In the past month, her codeword speed has improved by leaps and bounds, and in this short ghostwriting process, she gradually understands a truth, the first draft - in the case of drawing up a detailed outline, the written work must be buried in a pile of shit to finish it, and the next few revisions are the key.

Maybe for her now, she really has the ability to write novels. So, another day, when she is no longer ghostwriting for Ziyu, should she also try to write some novels and submit them to some websites?

When she thought like this, she was startled by herself. If you choose to write online novels, it is equivalent to starting a business in the industry, then you don't have the energy to participate in the evaluation of professional titles.

However, this doesn't seem to contradict business! She just picked up her spare time to create! Just like the magazine "Autumn Harvest" that wrote the novels she wrote before, she only used her spare time to create, and it didn't affect her work at all! Ask yourself how to treat those children in the class, she has a clear conscience!

However, if she spends all her mind on creation in her spare time, won't she have time to take care of the matter of evaluating her job title? Look at the colleagues who graduated from college in the same year as her, many of them have been promoted to the first level of primary school, and their salaries have been increased accordingly, and their salaries will be raised to level 9 and 8 in the future, and even participate in the evaluation of primary, middle and high schools.

Now in the real small school, the salary is as high as the sixth and fifth grades, and there are many teachers with deep qualifications.

Looking at the development of online novels for decades, how many people can really become gods?

So, don't miss it! Xia Menghan. Writing should only be a hobby in your spare time, and it should never be compared to your formal work!

Besides, if she has two jobs, education and writing, what will Xiaoyu do? Father and mother naturally help her brother more in life, if she is busy with work and no longer has enough time to pay attention to Xiaoyu, what will the child be shaped into? Oh, her dearest son, she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Xia Menghan shook his head and closed the computer. She looked at the bed next to the computer desk, where Xiao Yu was sleeping soundly.

Xu had some kind of sweet dream, his cute little mouth went up, and he pulled it, he turned over in the dream, and the sheet covering him slid to the side, and half of his little body was exposed outside the quilt.

"The feet are exposed. My feet were exposed. The child whispered in his dream.

"Baby, Mommy's going to cover it for you." Menghan said softly, pulled over the sheet that fell aside, and covered Xiao Yu.

The boy rolled over and fell back into a deep sleep.

This child is really funny, since he was born, he has always been very alert in his sleep, and when something happens, he will wake up.

Xu is Menghan often talks to him, he has mastered a lot of vocabulary very early, so that after he is two and a half years old, he can easily talk to his elders.

Menghan is usually idle, he likes to read some nursery rhymes or some simple Tang poems to him, in this regard, this child shows an amazing memory, a nursery rhyme or ancient poem, he only needs to listen to it three times, he can memorize it.

Therefore, when she and Xiao Yu returned to the pine and cypress garden, Xia Hanshan took Xiao Yu out for a walk, and when the people in the village saw Xiao Yu babbling and reading nursery rhymes or Tang poems, everyone always gave a thumbs up and praised them greatly, and they have seen a lot of smart children, but it is rare to be able to memorize dozens of children's songs and Tang poems before the age of two and a half.

Oh, it's enough to have him.

Menghan fell into deep thought again:

An Ziyu, among those classmates in our university, the marital status is as bad as mine, and I can't pick out the second one.

Even though you and I still have love in our hearts, but it is rare to see a woman like me who has had two bad marriages around us, will you break through the world and be with me? The answer is no!

So, let this cute little person accompany me! Do you know that I have unconsciously taken him as your incarnation, rejoicing in his joy and grieving his sorrow.

She looked at the wall clock on the wall, and the hour hand pointed to half past ten. It's time to go to bed, I have to go to work tomorrow!

She turned to the bathroom, washed up quickly, and changed into her pajamas.

She turned off the lights in her bedroom, turned on the wall lamp at the head of the bed, then got into bed, raised the pillow behind her, picked up her phone from the bedside table, and began to swipe the screen to watch the news.

She used to fall asleep around 11 o'clock.

She reclined beside her son, gazing affectionately at his quiet little face.

At this moment, he was not sleeping as peacefully as before, and at this moment, the little man frowned slightly and his cheeks flushed.

Oh, that's not normal! This is not the case when the child is asleep. Listen carefully to the sound of breathing, a little short, accompanied by the phlegm of "purring" in the throat.

She flattened her palm, put it in front of Xiao Yu's small forehead and tried it, oh my God, it's so hot, the child has a fever.

She jumped out of bed, quickly turned on the bedroom light, took out the electronic thermometer from the bedside table, turned on the switch, and pressed the infrared light emitted by the machine at her son's forehead, she looked at the numbers on the small screen, oh my! 39 degrees.

I was fine all day, and there was no sign of a cold, so I had a high fever in a good way.

What to do, it's late at night, and it's going to be difficult to send him to the hospital.

Father and mother went to Hanwen store to help this morning, this is the busiest day since the autumn of Hanwen online store, just 9 o'clock, my father came back, took the sheet and left, saying that he was going to spend the night in the store. So, call them now, I'm afraid it's inconvenient!

Who can I ask for help?

When she was most helpless, there were only two names that popped up in her mind, one was Yaping and the other was Ziyu.

Obviously, it won't work to find Yaping, her husband also runs an online store and sells mobile phone cases, so it should be quite busy at this time.

Then the only way to find Ziyu is to find Ziyu.

She hesitated slightly, then found his ex-boyfriend's mobile phone number on the phone and dialed it.

"Hello." The familiar, magnetic baritone sounded in her ears.

"Ziyu, haven't you slept yet?" She asked, a little timid.

"Well, I'm about to sleep! What's up? ”

"Can you come to Songbai Garden, Xiaoyu has a fever, my brother and my father are busy in the small shop at this time, not here, can you drive over and help me take the child to the hospital." She finished her sentence in one breath.

"Xiao Yu has a fever." Her ex-boyfriend's voice on the other end of the phone raised, "Okay, I'll go over here." Tell me where you are. ”

"I'm in Pine Garden."

"Oh, I'll be right over."

Five minutes later, she heard the sound of parking outside the courtyard walls.

She opened the door, and his ex-boyfriend was standing outside the door: "Where is Xiao Yu?" Is it badly burned? ”

"Yes, 39 degrees, I think for a child, it's a high fever. He was lying upstairs in his bedroom. ”

"Go get a sheet, wrap him up and take him down, remember to wrap it, don't let the wind blow, we'll take him to the hospital."

"Okay, I'll go up right away."

When she carried the child downstairs, he stood at the top of the stairs, he took Xiao Yu in his hand, quickly got into the car, and when she got into the back seat of the car, she put the sleeping child in her hand, carefully closed the door of the back seat of the car, entered the front driver's seat, and quickly started the motor-

Under the bright headlights, a puff of smoke rose from behind the car, and the BMW sped towards the town's Bumrungrad Hospital.