The embroidery floor is picturesque, the beauty is like jade, the lonely man and the widow get along in the same room, and the nose smells the fragrance of the girl, how can it not make people excited?

After holding back his restless mood, Geng Wenyang pretended to be relaxed and said: "It doesn't matter, it's just that the jaw joint is a little inflamed, go to the infirmary and ask for cloth...... Ah, no! The point is that so-and-so hurts, and it's good to eat it. ”

"So-and-so hurts?" Zhuang Xiaomeng didn't believe it: "It's so simple? I'm in a terrible pain. ”

Having experienced the painful torture of mandibular arthritis in his previous life, Geng Wenyang can be said to have a deep memory and said very confidently: "If you don't believe it, go to the hospital to have a look, and remember to hang the number of the stomatology." ”

"This guy even knows how to see a doctor and find a dentist, it doesn't seem that he is deceiving himself." Zhuang Xiaomeng said in disbelief: "Okay, I'll try it according to the method you said." ”

Geng Wenyang said again: "Get a warm water bag and warm it before going to bed, the pain will be reduced a lot, and it can make you feel better." ”

Zhuang Xiao dreamed that what he said seemed to be very reasonable, so he had to choose to believe it: "Okay, I'll listen to you." ”

She saw Geng Wenyang holding a few pieces of manuscript paper in her hand, and said, "Show it to me?" ”

Geng Wenyang hurriedly handed her a few pages of manuscript paper in his hand and explained: "In the morning, my friends came to me to hang out together, and in the afternoon, I helped your father expand honeycomb coal, so I didn't write much today." ”

Zhuang Xiaomeng's face sank and said: "Wen Yang, there are still two months left at most before the Chinese New Year, and after writing the manuscript, you have to re-transcribe it, and then go to printing and binding." In this way, the time is very tight, and you don't miss the opportunity because of small mistakes. ”

Zhuang Xiaomeng's cold face had a cold beauty, and Geng Wenyang said knowingly: "Sister, I know it's wrong, and I'll never go out to play again." ”

Geng Wenyang's submissive appearance made Zhuang Xiaomeng laugh dumbly and said: "Wenyang, you are afraid of being like this when you see me, and it is estimated that you will have to be afraid of your wife when you get married in the future." ”

Geng Wen raised his heart and said: "In the future, if you become my wife, I am afraid of you." ”

accompanied Zhuang Xiaomeng to gossip for a while, and the two of them turned off the lights and went downstairs. After returning to his room, Geng Wenyang turned on the lamp, sat down at the table and continued to write.

Since it was not easy to cross once, it was natural that we could not lose the face of the masses who crossed it. Although the start of the temporary worker was indeed a little too low, he was confident that he could turn the situation back with his real skills, who had a belly full of ink in his previous life.

Therefore, he must strive to earn the first pot of gold as soon as possible and lay a solid economic foundation for his future counterattack.

Thinking of this, he secretly vowed: "In this life, I want all the people I love and those who love me to live a good life!" No one is missing! ”

Of course, if he has the opportunity, he wants to go from the small self to the big me, so that more people can follow him to taste the sweetness of happiness.

After all, God let him go through once, and he can't just think about his own happiness. Rich in family and country feelings, he is willing to help more people in need if he can.

If ideals are not put into practice, they can only be regarded as utopian. Believing in the spirit of hard work, he knew what he needed to do most now, and buried himself under the lamp to concentrate on writing, and wrote until more than two o'clock in the evening before going to bed to rest.

When she saw Zhuang Xiaomeng again the next night, the girl was overjoyed: "Wen Yang, you are really a god!" ”

Geng Wenyang saw that her pretty face had regained its original brilliance, and said with a slight smile: "Sister, the method I recommended works, right?" ”

"It works." Zhuang Xiaomeng said happily: "I asked for a certain pain from the infirmary, and it doesn't hurt so much after eating it once at noon, and I dare to eat at night." ”

"It doesn't hurt." Seeing Zhuang Xiaomeng's smile like a flower, Geng Wenyang also felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

In order to get out of the manuscript as soon as possible, Geng Wenyang forced himself to complete at least 6,000 words of hard tasks every day, and after more than a month of hard work, he finally completed the upper part of "Farewell to Smiling Proud Jianghu" of more than 200,000 words in early December.

Zhuang Xiaomeng revised and transcribed the manuscript as soon as he got it every day, so almost at the same time, the neatly transcribed manuscript of the whole book was also completed.

When Geng Wenyang found Zhuang Fujin with the manuscript, he saw at first glance that the handwriting was the handwriting of his daughter, and he couldn't help but secretly wonder: "Could this book be written by Xiaomeng himself?" Mo was afraid of being blamed by me, so she let Yang Yang come forward. ”

"Yangyang, you tell me the truth, did Xiaomeng write this novel herself?" Zhuang Fujin patted the manuscript and asked.

Geng Wenyang shook his head like a rattle: "No! How can it be? Sister Xiaomeng can write a romance novel, but she can't write martial arts. ”

Zhuang Fujin thought about it for a while, and then forced to ask: "This handwriting is guaranteed to be hers, right?" ”

Geng Wenyang couldn't hide it, so he had to admit: "Yes, it was Sister Xiaomeng who helped copy it." ”

Seeing that his attitude was quite honest, Zhuang Fujin's face softened and said, "Who wrote the book?" Why did Xiaomeng help him transcribe? Don't make up nonsense with me, I want to hear the truth. ”

In the face of Zhuang Fujin's forced questioning, it was better to tell the truth or insist on denying it, Geng Wenyang muttered.

"Book...... Geng Wenyang paused and said, "If I say that I wrote it, can you believe it, Uncle Zhuang?" ”

Geng Wenyang's level of education Zhuang Fujin and can not know, how can he believe that Geng Wenyang can write such a wonderful martial arts novel?

"It's all this time, what are you kidding me?" Zhuang Fujin said solemnly: "Come on, who wrote it?" Did Xiaomeng make a new boyfriend without telling us? ”

Geng Wenyang said in his heart: "Uncle Zhuang is really brainy, how can he write a book and have a relationship with Sister Xiaomeng's boyfriend?" ”

"Uncle Zhuang, I really wrote it." Geng Wenyang said sincerely: "I can't handle my words, so I asked Sister Xiaomeng for help." Otherwise, I would have been looking for her all the time during this time, just to give her the manuscript so that I could help me copy it. ”

Nani!? Zhuang Fujin stared at him in disbelief and said, "You wrote it?" Can you have this level? ”

"What's so hard about that?" Geng Wenyang said proudly: "I am familiar with 300 Tang poems, and I can't compose poems and chant them." My novel is written in the style of Mr. Jin Yong, and it is not difficult to paint a tiger according to a cat. ”

Seeing that Zhuang Fujin didn't seem to believe it, Geng Wenyang then said: "Uncle Zhuang, the stories you told me when I was a child, I can retell them to other children when I turn my head." And you've also complimented me on how to make up stories, right? Writing a novel is actually making up a story, but it is not very difficult to write a story into words. ”

Geng Wenyang has always been a sincere child, and he has never lied to him or told nonsense, Zhuang Fujin said half-convinced: "Yangyang, if this book is really written by you, I can pay to help you print 3,000 copies." But you have to be honest with me, how are you going to sell the printed book? ”

Three thousand copies!? Geng Wenyang was secretly happy in his heart, so he simply stopped hiding it, and described in detail his plan to make a windfall by writing books.

Zhuang Fujin was stunned when he heard this: "You kid can do it!" I really underestimated you! I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful. ”

Geng Wenyang scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Uncle Zhuang, aren't I poor and afraid?" I want to find a way to make a fortune and make my family's life better. ”