Xiang Yang wandered around the market for a long time, and at noon, the whole market began to become deserted, and then he went back.

As for why he went back so late, in fact, Xiang Yang had his own thoughts, he wanted to have a chance encounter, because his little sun lived near this market, if he had a chance encounter, it would be a beautiful thing!

When he wrote that line, his fate was already doomed, and the two of them would be entangled for the rest of their lives.

Regardless of whether they can be together in the future, at least Xiang Yang will not let her leave this world so easily, this is an obsession.

Maybe there will be someone more suitable to protect her than himself in the future, but before that, Xiang Yang domineeringly regarded this girl as his private property in his heart.

It's a pity that the chance encounter didn't come as scheduled, and it seems that I am still too anxious and my mood needs to be improved.

With a loss, Xiang Yang then bought a large base of manuscript paper in a department store, since he wanted to submit a manuscript, he naturally wanted to be more formal, and the manuscript was naturally a must-have.

When I returned home, just in time for lunch, the family waited for Xiang Yang.

In this era without mobile phones, you can't make real-time contact, and if there is a lack of people at the dinner table, you have to wait, and if you can't wait, you can only eat first.

"This kid, where has he been, he has been shopping all morning, and he can't remember to order dinner." Xiang's mother frowned, but she was afraid that Xiang Yang would be hungry, so she didn't say anything, brought a few bowls of hot dishes and a bowl of steaming rice, and announced the start of the meal.

Xiang Yang smiled coquettishly naturally, in front of his mother, no matter what kind of soul lives in his body, he can only be a child forever.

The dishes are not very rich, but they are particularly delicious, and the family eats happily, which has not appeared in the previous life for many years.

Xiang Yang deliberately slowed down the pace of a meal, enjoying the atmosphere of a happy family meal, and then waited for the family to eat before he began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Xiang's mother was a little surprised, in fact, she was observing her son, and she seemed to feel that something was wrong, but she couldn't see anything.

Seeing Xiang Yang tidy up the dishes and chopsticks, she was happy and a little worried.

Happily, the child has finally grown up and finally knows how to share some housework for the family, but I am worried about whether my son has been stimulated by anything at school.

"Come on, silly boy, put it down, mom will get it."

Xiang's mother was a little worried, and wanted to take the dishes and chopsticks from Xiang Yang's hand and talk to her son, she actually knew her son's situation at school, and he was not treated well at school.

But in Xiang's mother's heart, in fact, no matter how well his son learns, he is the best. Her son doesn't hold it himself, and she and Xiangyang's grandfather are on the same front.

"Mom, you're tired, rest for a while! My son grew up, didn't he? ”

Xiang Yang gave Xiang's mother an affirmative look and continued: "It will get better and better in the future." ”

Xiang's mother didn't know what to say, so she could only sigh silently, her son had really grown up, and when she thought of this, her eyes couldn't help but be slightly red.

Who doesn't want their children to be able to become dragons and phoenixes, and children can learn well on their own, that's the best thing.

Xiang Yang took the initiative to do housework, and Xiang's mother was not easy to object, in fact, in her generation, she was already going to work in the field at this age, and she would not feel that there was anything wrong.

After eating and washing the dishes and chopsticks, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon, and Xiang Yang felt that he couldn't waste any more time.

I brought a stool and a small table, and put the things I had purchased in the morning neatly on the table, but there was nothing in fact, just a magazine and some manuscript paper.

The manuscript paper is the kind of composition paper with a red frame, marked with page numbers, and it is very clean and refreshing. Spread out these manuscript papers, and Xiang Yang prepared his own plan for copying books.

The ghost blows out the lantern in later generations to create an IP myth, and the value created is immeasurable, but Xiang Yang is actually still apprehensive in his heart, after all, the era is different, and I don't know if it can be accepted by the current people's thoughts.

But now that you're ready to do it, there's no way back, so let it go! Anyway, he failed, in fact, he didn't lose, at most he changed the way.

Pick up the pen and write the heavy ghost blowing the lamp on the first line of the manuscript paper, which is not very good-looking, but it is strong and powerful, giving people a sense of vicissitudes.

"My grandfather's name is Xiang Guohua, and Xiang's family is a famous landowner in ten miles and eight townships......"

Following his memory, Xiang Yang worked the manuscript stroke by stroke, he did not write according to the original book, some places were slightly modified, and the most important thing is that he also changed the name of the protagonist.

I have to say that Xiang Yang is very shameless at this point, he feels that writing like this will not leave a sense of guilt in his heart, after all, this is plagiarism, and it is Chiguo's occupation of the fruits of other people's labor.

But reborn again, he doesn't want to be ordinary anymore, and even with pressure to live the next life, his dream is to be a big idler, a person who doesn't need him to work hard, there will be a good life process, so he has to learn to make his skin thicker than the train tracks.

Writing word by word, Xiang Yang was immersed in that kind of bizarre scene, writing that Xiang Guohua cheated his uncle's money and tied the paper man, and the paper man came back to life and wanted to marry Xiang Guohua, and finally the female ghost ate Xiang Guohua's heart, and the sun had begun to turn west.

Xiang Yang put away the pen and paper, he wrote harder, these few hours, he already felt a little tired, or maybe the illness was just right, the body has not fully recovered, and he was a little dizzy when he stood up for a while.

Xiang's mother doesn't know what her son is busy with this day, but when she sees him writing there, she naturally won't say anything, this era is not like later generations, and the child's learning is so tight, as a parent, at most, it depends on whether you are doing your homework, and the rest will not deliberately care, in fact, you can't control anything.

However, seeing Xiang Yang's crumbling appearance, he couldn't help but come over to help him with some worry, looking at the dense pages on the table, a little curious.

"That's all I wrote! How much homework is there in school right now? ”

Regarding Xiang Xiang's mother's question, Xiang Yang didn't want to deceive, but he couldn't tell the truth truthfully, so he just said a few vague words and took it as an answer.

The next day, Xiang Yang continued his plan to copy the book, followed the plot of eating the heart above, all the way to the ancient tomb, the beauty skin, and the creepy fire beetle, and finally wrote to the nine-story demon tower, then put the pen away, and looked at the results in front of him with satisfaction.

At this point, the original novel is nearly 30,000 words, but Xiang Yang has reduced the 30,000 words by half in order to better meet the standards of the story club.

15,000 words, which completely meets the specifications of a novella, and it took a day and a half to copy it down, although the physical strength is still up to par, but the braincase is really a bit painful, which is more than the consumption of physical labor, and it has killed tens of millions of brain cells in Xiangyang.

Although the story is incomplete, Xiang Yang believes that with the previous content, as long as it is not deliberately difficult, there should not be much problem in passing the draft.

Fold the paper, put it in a large envelope that has been prepared in advance, seal it with paste, affix a stamp, and write the address and zip code of the story club magazine and the recipient.

Looking at the bulging envelope in front of him, Xiang Yang was a little nervous in his heart, riding a Phoenix brand bicycle and stuffing the envelope into the green toad's mailbox.

Everything that needs to be done has been done, so the next thing can only be left to fate, I hope everything goes well! Xiang Yang could only comfort himself silently like this.