"This is my first work, just like my first child, how can I not bother?" Cheng Yao said with some disapproval, "Besides, I can't make a logical error or loophole for you, what should I do if I am scolded when the time comes?" ”

Xu Munian smiled lightly and said, "No, they won't scold, because your "Nine Songs" is really good!" Believe me! ”

Although Xu Munian said so, Cheng Yao has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she must do her best in what she wants to do, so she still revised it for a few days in a row, Cheng Haoxuan went back to school, and would call her every night, staring at her, and asking her not to forget to rest early.

Finally, after changing it, he sent the manuscript to Xu Munian.

Cheng Yao relaxed a little.

That night, she clicked on the video, searched for it, and watched the second issue of "We Are the Inheritors", she had been busy a few days ago and didn't watch it, so she could watch it now.

Cheng Yao was holding a sweater and knitting a scarf while watching the show.

Recently, I don't know who started first, it is popular to knit sweaters and scarves, every day when I go to class, I will see girls sneaking around there in class, Cheng Yao began to put all his thoughts on revising "Nine Songs", and now he was relieved, so he thought about getting one to weave a scarf for Cheng Haoxuan.

And, winter is coming.

Cheng's mother can knit sweaters, and also use a sewing machine to make clothes, when I was a child, Cheng Yao's sweaters are a lot of Cheng's mother knitted, and later when she grew up, Cheng's mother also knitted sweaters a few times, Cheng Yao saw it, and thought it was very interesting, Cheng's mother taught her a little, and it was also very easy to weave a scarf at this time, but she was not a novice.

Cheng Yao watched while weaving, and missed a stitch without paying attention, so she hurriedly dismantled the row and started over.

After a while, Cheng Haoxuan called.

Cheng Yao turned on the hands-free, still knitting a scarf on his hand, "Good evening, dear!" ”

Listening to her smiling voice, Cheng Haoxuan also hooked the corners of his lips, "Still revising the draft?" ”

"No, it's all done today and sent it to Brother Mu Nian." Cheng Yao said, "I feel that there should be no problem, I don't know what he thinks." ”

"It shouldn't be a big problem." Cheng Haoxuan said, rubbing the ring in his hand, and changed the topic, he didn't want to keep around Xu Munian's topic, "Then what are you doing now?" ”

"I'm ......" Cheng Yao was about to answer that he was knitting a scarf, but after thinking about it, she was going to surprise him, so he changed his words and said, "I'm watching the show we watched together last time." ”

Why couldn't Cheng Haoxuan hear that Cheng Yao suddenly changed his words? But he didn't ask, and said, "That's about the same, look at the time, it's time to get ready to wash up and go to bed." ”

"Yes, yes, you know!"

As he was talking, Jing walked in, and the expression on his face was not very good.

Cheng Haoxuan frowned slightly, and said to Cheng Yao: "Baby, I have something to do here, I'll call you later, okay?" ”

"Hmm." Cheng Yao nodded, but then frowned, "You also have to rest early!" ”

"Okay, baby."

Hanging up the phone, Cheng Haoxuan looked at Jing and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Xuan Shao, the fourth master, he ...... The fourth master, he died. ”