After dinner in the evening, Xing Rong said that he wanted to give his sister something, and Gao Zhao followed his younger brother to the front yard.

She guessed that it was because of the book, and sure enough, Xing Rong took out the brocade painting and asked, "This was written by the eldest sister, right?" ”

Gao Zhao hurriedly said: "It's not ......"

But seeing the expressions of the two younger brothers who didn't believe it, she said, "It's okay, it was written by me and my senior brother." ”

Gao Yangrong looked like you were blind, and said happily: "Eldest sister, senior brother doesn't have so many words, just like that Jiang Yiyuan, eldest sister is like Gu Niangzi, there are many words and tricks, and you will grow up if you throw you into the wolf's den, and you can't take care of yourself when you are beaten, it's all what the eldest sister said." ”

"That ......, that one was written by my senior brother, really!" Gao Zhao swore solemnly.

Gao Xingrong believed it a little, but Gao Yangrong didn't believe it, "The eldest sister lied, so I didn't see the eldest sister and the senior brother together." ”

Gao Zhao asked rhetorically: "You go to the school every day, how do you know?" I came to the front yard during the day to write it with my brother. ”

"I ask the grassroots every day, lonely men and widows can't always be in one place, there will be accidents, and the eldest sister doesn't ......, so I have to keep an eye on it."

Gao Zhao puffed out his cheeks, puffed out of breath, the youngest Qiaoyun stared at her, and followed as soon as she went to the front yard, the younger brother sent someone to stare at him, I was so brainless?

Gao Yangrong also explained: "It's not that the eldest sister will be, but all the little ladies will be like this at the age when they want to get married, this is called not being able to control themselves, my father said, to be a person who can control himself, but this is difficult, so the people next to him have to help." ”

Looking at the little brother who looked like himself, Gao Zhao thought about why he didn't have the brain of a younger brother.

Now that Gao Yangrong is ten years old and Happy Rong is thirteen years old, Gao Zhao can't rub their heads if he wants to.

Itchy hands.

"You just know, you can't tell the family, otherwise my father will be angry when he finds out, and my mother can't worry about it now, so you have to keep it secret for me."

Xingrong nodded, but Gao Yangrong said: "Eldest sister, after writing this book, you can't write it anymore, you are going to get married, and your in-laws will look down on you in the future, and my brother will not say anything to you now, if there is anything in the future, this is the handle, and will say that women and women are virtuous or something, you see that those who write books use pen names, and no one dares to use their real names, like that empty cliff guest, just to make money, and those who really write poems and articles use their own names, that is the right way." ”

Of course, this Gao Zhao understood, so she repeatedly told King Qing that she couldn't say that she wrote it.

But now it's over, the style in her words is too obvious, as long as you are familiar with it, you will guess it, such as Jasibe.

Now there is no way, I have already written, think about myself too impulsive.

Gao Zhao repeatedly told his younger brother not to say it, and also took out the family's economic situation, saying that he just wanted to earn more money to help the family, otherwise the little brother would be poor in the future.

Saying this, the happy Rong brothers felt guilty, it turned out that the eldest sister did this for the family, thinking that as a son, he couldn't share the worries of the family, and he had to rely on the eldest sister.

Seeing the look on his younger brother's face, Gao Zhao comforted: "You study hard to help the family, writing a book is a piece of cake for the eldest sister, it doesn't take much effort, and if you are idle, the eldest sister will write casually, so you don't have to be embarrassed." ”

Blow! Keep blowing! I can't let my brother feel a burden on his heart.

This Gao Yangrong is a little convinced, he has listened to the eldest sister tell stories since he was a child, and the eldest sister still has a set of storytelling.

After returning to the house, Gao Zhao remembered what she wanted to tell her senior brother, she thought that it was best to have an interview, and it was not clear to write a small note, and the other was that it would be more troublesome if it was seen by others.

found Dai Qiu and said that he wanted to meet his senior brother, but where did he see him? This will make it impossible for the senior brother to come to the Gao family, and it will be unclear if people can see it outside.

That's right, go to the other courtyard!

When everyone in the family was asleep, Gao Zhao quietly slipped out of the back door, and Dai Qiu was not afraid.

In the middle of the night, on a moonless night, Gao Zhao did not wear black, but he also wore Dai Qiu's coarse cloth clothes, and quietly slipped out the back door.

There was a car at the door, and there was a person standing next to him, it was the senior brother.

I arrived at the Chenxi Courtyard so sneakily, fortunately it was not far away.

After entering, Gao Zhao patted his chest and said, "My heart is still beating at this time, like being a thief." ”

Gao Zhao looked at the courtyard, the people were guarding the courtyard, she closed the door and said, "Senior brother, the book has already been sold?" ”

Wu Changliang smiled and said: "Today, my uncle sent someone to tell me to tell my junior sister to write down the next part quickly, saying that it would sell well, and my uncle said that after the second half came out, he would find someone to change it into an opera, and then start filming." ”

"Senior brother, I came to you so late just to tell you something, and now it's troublesome, I kind of regret writing the notebook, my two younger brothers can see that I wrote it, it's over, if people know that I wrote it, your mother will definitely be angry, I'm afraid that my father will be angry if he knows, how can it be good?"

Wu Changliang pondered for a moment and said, "Just don't get angry." ”

Gao Zhao felt very comfortable, but what she wanted to hear was: Don't be afraid, I'll take care of it.

"This will not be angry, then if the two of them quarrel in the future, the senior brother will take this out and say, what to say: hum! Why did you still write a notebook at the beginning, you are not a virtuous little lady, how did I go blind at the beginning, how can I ...... now?"

Wu Changliang stretched out his hand to cover Gao Zhao's mouth and said, "No, junior sister, don't worry, I won't do that." ”

Gao Zhao stopped talking, didn't move, and looked at Wu Changliang.

Senior brother never speaks flatteringly, but his short words will always make people feel at ease and reassuring.

Seeing that the senior brother was about to withdraw his hand, Gao Zhao reached out to hold his wrist, opened his mouth and gently bit the senior brother's hand that was still in her mouth.

Feeling the senior brother's hand tremble, Gao Zhao smiled.

Suddenly, I was hugged, I was sticked, my teeth were touched.

…… Not a hundred words.

The two of them let go, both of them blushing, and Gao Zhao saw her senior brother's throat moving up and down with swallowing, and she lifted her toes.

…… The five crosses cannot be described.

In the hug, Gao Zhao suddenly remembered what the little brother said today, to be a person who can control himself, because he can't do it, so let the people next to him help.

Gao Zhao hurriedly let go, took two steps back, didn't dare to look up, just said that I was going back.

After speaking, he turned around and walked out to open the door, and heard the footsteps of the senior brother behind him.

On the way back, neither of them spoke, looking at each other affectionately.

Gao Zhao lowered his head from time to time, and couldn't help but look up.

Wu Changliang took her hand, Gao Zhao wanted to withdraw it, but was clenched.

"Senior sister, don't worry about the book, no one will say anything, if someone wants to say it, I will say that I wrote it, and my father and mother, you can rest assured."

I'm so impressed, isn't there?

There was a feeling that the sky was falling and I was carrying it.