knocked on the door, no one paid attention, Han Xuan directly pushed the door open and walked in.

I slept with Anya, she didn't make any noise when she slept, curled up like a kitten, quite well-behaved.

Well...... It seems inappropriate to use a cat as an analogy, because Fat Ding is also a cat, and he snores and spins in circles when he sleeps.

These Han Xuan can endure it.

The hateful thing is that once it even wetted the bed, which scared Han Xuan to think that he had wetted the bed.

Therefore, he was ridiculed by his mother for several days, saying that he was making excuses for wetting the bed, and he didn't believe that it was fat dingui, so Han Xuan only let it sleep next to the bed, unless it went to the bedpan first to solve the physiological problems.

I slept too late last night, Anya was probably tired, she usually got up at this time, but today she rarely slept in.

The small black vest reflects her snow-white skin, most Western women have the trouble of being troubled by body hair, but she does not, she has reached puberty, and her skin is still extremely delicate.

Han Xuan walked to the window and opened the curtains, and he could see the sparkling bay outside, the pollution was too serious, it should be the blue sea, but it was more like gray at the moment.

There was a murmur behind him, and when he turned around, he saw that Anya's purple pupils were staring at him, her eyes were out of focus, and she was not fully awake.

Han Xuan suppressed the embarrassing incident this morning in his heart, just treated it as if nothing had happened, and said to her with a smile: "Get up, get up and have breakfast."

Don't stay up late in the future, you were almost helped back by me last night, and you can fall asleep while walking. ”

Hearing Han Xuan laughing at herself, Anya was not to be outdone, and said in a muttering voice: "At least I didn't talk nonsense in my sleep, I happened to hear it when I got up at night to pour water and drink." ”

Being a thief, Han Xuan's scalp suddenly tingled, and he wondered if he was ...... Called Anya's name last night?

It's fine if it's just the name, but if there's something else, like ......

It's scary to think about.

These thoughts flashed through his mind for a moment, and he only heard Anya laugh and said, "Lao Tzu is the best in the world."

How narcissistic people must be to say this in their dreams, what did you dream about last night, Han? ”

"Hmm....... Regarding the matter of cultivating immortals, I think this subject seems to be very interesting, and it should be a good idea to write about it.

There are too many themes of elves and magic, people are tired of watching them, and if you write some novel oriental stories, some people may like them. ”

"Most Westerners don't know the ancient legends and culture of the East, are you sure that people will read such a book?"

Anya sat on the edge of the bed, stood up and stretched, her bumpy figure all clearly revealed.

After Han Xuan saw it, he blamed some different thoughts in his head on the excessive hormone secretion in his body during puberty, which affected his thinking and judgment ability, and replied: "I don't make money by writing books, it's purely out of interest, and I use it to pass the time when I have nothing to do."

How miserable is a professional writer, you look at Stephen King, the last time he was recognized on the road, the other party urged him to write quickly.

He told that when his inspiration dried up recently, and the release of his next book might have to be postponed, he was inexplicably hit with a bat in his head, and was sent to the hospital to lie unconscious for two days, with seven stitches in the back of his head.

There is also the Japanese mystery man Mr. Keigo Higashino, who sent him knives and bullets, and once at a party, he told me that his family will never be short of fruit knives, and in the past few years, he has received a total of three boxes of knives, just to threaten him to write a book quickly.

The worst of all was Mr. Junichi Watanabe, whose personal editor was driven crazy by the publishing house, and the madman locked Mr. Junichi Watanabe in his room and gave him only paper and pen.

Poor old man in his sixties, he has to write 10,000 words a day to get stuttering and water, and he doesn't even give him a toilet.

After being imprisoned for a week, his daughter, who returned from a trip, found out that her father was missing, and finally called the police, and the day the police found him, the old man cried profusely and vowed not to write again.

Book fans urged me to hurry up and write Harry Potter, Pirate Legends, etc., and I didn't want to be like that, but luckily I had a lot of bodyguards around.

As for whether there will be a market after writing it, it is difficult to say in the West, but there will be many people here in Asia who will like it.

The sales in Europe and the United States will definitely not be as good as the previous books, but it will not be much worse......"

This is not Han Xuan's own imagination, in his previous life, he saw an article on the news about an American who likes a certain fantasy writer with the pen name "Chen", and it was translated into English as soon as it was updated, so he felt that the sales would not be too bad.

……

After breakfast, the whole family went out shopping and visited the unique customs of Aomen.

After centuries of changes, Eastern and Western cultures have long converged and exchanged in Omen, leaving many unique traces.

It's really small here, you don't have to take a car when you go out, Han Xuan plans to play during the day, and go to participate in the gambling game of Lisboa at night, and has given an accurate reply to the casino manager in the morning, saying that he will participate.

Walking along the road to the northwest, you can see a pawnshop, whenever the night comes, you will see the gamblers who have lost red eyes here, mortgage the valuable items on their bodies for money to continue gambling, the pawnshop owner actually drives a Ferrari sports car, it seems that the business should be very prosperous.

There are many locomotives parked on the side of the road, and there are many on the road, because of the small area, people usually travel, generally riding a small motorcycle, anyway, it is very convenient to get anywhere, and it does not take much time.

Pass by Friendship Square and Augate Square and come to the vicinity of the Town Hall.

It was only a little bit of a long way, and Fat Ding was so tired that he couldn't breathe, and he let Secretary Dawson hold him.

European cities always have a small square in front of the town hall, parliament or cathedral, which, together with the surrounding Gothic, Romanesque or Baroque buildings, forms the central area of the city.

Omen was once a place for Portuguese trade in the East, and the urban planning was naturally in line with that of Europe.

The rising sun was blazing, with a bit of a Mediterranean summer feeling, and in front of the specialty store, a long corridor stretched to the end of the road, shielding Han Xuan from the sun.

For mainlanders, the European architecture here is quite interesting, but in the eyes of Guo Muzhou, who has lived in Europe and the United States for a long time, the local architecture is not good-looking, the economy is not as developed as it will be in the future, and the historic buildings are slightly dilapidated, compared to the Lisboa Hotel, which is more like the city center.

There are many snacks in Xiangjiang, which is also a lot, just after breakfast, Han Xuan was attracted by the fragrance and went to buy a few pork chop buns.

The pork chop bun looks like a hamburger, but with a slight difference, with a pork chop sandwiched between the bread.

Fat Ding was very greedy, took a few deep breaths and smelled the smell, and saliva flowed out......