"Really?" Yu Xiuxin had been looking forward to it for a long time, put away the copied Buddhist scriptures, took the rice paper and began to look at it.

10,000 words, writing, especially handwriting, takes a lot of effort and time, but it looks very simple, and in only a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen pages are all turned over, but I didn't say anything, but a few pages turned over and over.

An Xian probably guessed what was going on, leaned over and asked, "Is there something you don't understand?" ”

Yu Xiuxin looked up at her: "The story is clear, it's very interesting, a person has gone hundreds of years and thousands of years after us, and it's the first time I've seen it, but what are these things?" ”

An Xian put his hand on his cheek: "I think the explanation in the text is quite clear, what is the role and what the function is written." ”

Yu Xiuxin still frowned: "I know, it's just, is this kind of thing really possible?" ”

"Why can't it be?" An Xian smiled: "But you don't have to worry about it, it's impossible, isn't writing a book just by imagination?" What the world will be like in the future, who knows? Isn't it this kind of freshness that is given? ”

"Fresh is really fresh." Yu Xiuxin said: "Anyway, I like it a lot, except for these things that are a little unimaginable, the story is still very good, I want to watch it." ”

An Xian was overjoyed: "That's good." She knows that it takes time for ancient people to accept new things, and when she just wrote it, it is inevitable that many people will feel ridiculous, but these things are just auxiliary, mainly the content of the story, as long as the content can catch people, and slowly go deeper into the story, they will naturally get used to these things.

"How did you come up with such a novelty?" Yu Xiuxin looked at the descriptions of those things repeatedly, and still felt incredible, how spiritual these things were, if there really could be such things, how convenient it would be.

An Xianyi shrugged: "Who knows." "What already exists, let her really think about it, she can't think of it, she is not a brain author.

"Miss, Mrs. Mo, the guest is gone." The girl came and knocked on the door: "Call you over!" ”

Yu Xiuxin took the paper and couldn't wait to say, "Let's go, show it to my father!" ”

Yu Chengyan was drinking tea and talking with Mo Zhi, and stopped when he saw the two people coming in, Yu Chengyan looked at his daughter's impatient appearance and said with a smile: "It seems that you like it?" ”

Yu Xiuxin nodded hurriedly: "I like it, and it's definitely a story that you can't think of!" I've read so many books, and it's the first time I've seen them, so take a look! ”

Yu Xiuxin seemed to be more excited than An Xian, looking at her appearance, Yu Chengyan also had a sense of expectation, and then began to look quietly, he was reading, and the remaining few people quietly drank tea, in fact, An Xian was still nervous, for her, this is a very important opportunity, if she can't grasp it, what should she do in the future, she really has no direction at all.

Yu Chengyan didn't read as fast as Yu Xiuxin, a page had to be read for a long time, as if he was studying carefully, which made An Xian feel a little apprehensive, and it was almost half an hour before he took a deep breath, put down a few pages, and took a sip of tea slowly.

Yu Xiuxin hurriedly asked, "Dad?" What do you think? Do you like it? ”

Yu Chengyan wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at her: "Look at you, what am I talking to you?" Anxian is not in a hurry! Let you learn more from others. ”

Yu Xiuxin pursed her lips and sat back hurriedly, but her eyes were still looking at Yu Chengyan, it seemed that no matter what Yu Chengyan's opinion was, she wanted An Xian to succeed and continue to write this story.