Jiang Jiani was dumbfounded: "Thirty rent? How many more pieces? ”

Lu Xiangyang sighed: "I saw that you haven't lived outside, and you haven't cared about this matter." ”

Now renting a house, a few yuan or a dozen yuan for a private house, this kind of house in their community, no one is willing to rent it out.

The houses that are willing to be rented out are all houses in the old community.

The rent is more expensive than that of private houses, with ten, twenty, and thirty yuan.

But thinking about the current income level, the average monthly income is more than 100, this kind of rent is actually quite reasonable.

When Jiang Jiani was interning in Beijing, a house shared by six or seven people, a small room of six or seven square meters with no bathroom and no balcony, cost 800 yuan.

That was when she first graduated.

By the time she walked through, the rent for such a small room was almost two thousand.

I didn't expect the rent to be in single digits.

Seeing that she looked devastated, Lu Xiangyang comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, at most, we shouldn't rent a wife." ”

"Will I give you all my money in the future?"

Jiang Jiani gave him a blank look: "Won't you give me all your salary now?" Or do you have some other income? ”

Lu Xiangyang pays his salary very consciously.

Every time I come back on the day of paychecking, I will hand it over to her, and I don't keep a penny.

Jiang Jiani was embarrassed, and pushed him to give him twenty yuan of pocket money.

More is impossible.

If a man has money, he will become bad, just leave some money in his hand to socialize, and if it is not enough, he can ask her to take it again.

Lu Xiangyang smiled bitterly: "That's not true, I'm not like you, and I can write articles." ”

He thought on a whim: "Why don't you teach me how to write an article?" I'll also try to see if I can earn some pocket money? ”

Jiang Jiani immediately remembered the author's husband and wife who came together because of writing novels, and suddenly became interested.

"Come on, come on, I'll teach you, this one is very simple."

"Let's write a little story first......"

After trying for less than three hours, Jiang Jiani felt that she was about to commit high blood pressure:

"You, you, you don't care about anything else, you just write as I say."

Lu Xiangyang: "I just wrote it according to what you said, you see, isn't this what you said?" ”

Jiang Jiani was angry: "I'm asking you to write a story, not a report." ”

"Look at what you're writing about? Yes? What is this? ”

Lu Xiangyang looked innocent: "You taught me." ”

Jiang Jiani began to pinch her own people, and whispered to herself: "I'm not angry, I'm not angry, isn't it inexperienced." Isn't it just a political report to write a story? ”

"At least he writes well."

"Although the sentences are reversed and the idioms are used indiscriminately, at least he is knowledgeable enough, and I have never seen some dictionaries......"

As a result, after just three words of comfort, I couldn't comfort anymore.

rushed up and grabbed a few pages of manuscript paper that Lu Xiangyang had written, and tore them all to pieces with a few clicks.

Then he put his hands on his shoulders and said earnestly: "Brother, big brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong." ”

"I shouldn't have been delusional about a woman singing with a husband, I wouldn't have that life."

Blue sleeves add fragrance or something, you can only dream.

She said with a serious face: "You just work hard in the fire brigade and work hard to develop." ”

"Now it's the fire brigade, and then it's the fire department."

"You're really not fit to write something lyrical like a novel."

After counseling Lu Xiangyang once, she can be regarded as having a first-hand experience of what it is like for those parents to teach their children to do homework and have heart disease.

It's too painful, it's too aggrieved, it's too unbelievable.

Some people just think straight, so they are not suitable for literary creation.

For example, Lu Xiangyang.

Lu Xiangyang touched his nose a little embarrassed: "Is it so exaggerated?" I think I'm pretty good at writing. ”

"When I was in the army, the reports I wrote were the most standard."

Jiang Jiani said earnestly: "You also said that you wrote a report in the army. ”

"Novels and reports, like pork and lamb, are meat, but it's not the same thing."

Lu Xiangyang was amused by her righteous and stern words: "I really don't have the talent to write stories?" ”

Jiang Jiani said categorically: "No." ”

"You can do your business well, don't think about the rest."

Lu Xiangyang laughed.

Only then did Jiang Jiani know that this guy was deliberately teasing herself.

Angrily grabbed his hand, ah, it was a mouthful.

Lu Xiangyang: "......"

If it doesn't work, it won't work, why do you still bite people?

When Jiang Jiani's manuscript fee was raised for the second time, when it reached 50 words per 1,000 words, she received a letter from the capital.

She shook the letter and thought deeply: "Do I know anyone in Beiping?" ”

There are classmates from the original body everywhere, but there are really no ones who are assigned to the capital.

As soon as she opened the letter, Jiang Jiani was shocked: "I'll go, this is a handwritten letter?" Really not printed? ”

Ordinary people will write more or less with a pen, and some will fly.

It's scribbled and sometimes I can't even recognize it.

But this letter is full of the same regular printed words as in the textbook, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Jiani looked at the word "others", and then looked at her own words, inferiority complex spontaneously appeared, and she was jealous all her life:

"Really, I read my daily writing, why do you write so well?"

"Writing this kind of writing is slow and time-consuming, and it's not as comfortable as writing casually."

"I want to see who it is, actually come to me to show his words!"

'Hello, Cousin Janei,

I'm Zhao Ailing......

Jiang Jiani said 'ah': "I didn't expect Zhao Ailing to go to Beiping." ”

No matter how Jiang Jiani thinks that it was Zhao Junshan and Yang Yuezhi who forced Zhao Ailing away, she can't deny that she also made a contribution.

Otherwise, Zhao Ailing should not have thought of stealing the family's money and running to Beiping.

Now that she received her letter and knew that she was safe and sound, Jiang Jiani's hanging heart was relieved.

"Wow, this girl is lucky."

Zhao Ailing was taught by Jiang Jiani's words and deeds, and she did not dress up as beautiful as at home.

Instead, she did what Jiang Jiani said, dressed herself ugly, and blackened her face, hands, and face.

Ugly, Mandarin is good, although she has encountered thieves or something on the road, but she is alert enough, always looking for places with as many people as possible, never staying alone, and not talking to strangers.

Along the way, there was no danger and safety to Beiping, according to Jiang Jiani, after going to the place, under the pretext of looking for relatives, first found a street office, and then rented a house with the help of the staff of the street office, and then began to think about finding a job.

Well, that's what a coincidence.

Several of the houses she rented were actors, or graduated from regular schools, and after getting acquainted, they took her to be a group performer a few times, but she was taken by a director.

“…… Everything here is different from our family, sister, you are right, only when people come out can they know how big the sky outside is and how vast the world is. ”

“…… The director said that I had an aura and asked me to play an important supporting role. ”

"I don't know what Reiki is, but it's good to be able to make money, and the expenses outside are really too big, and how much is not enough."

"My mother never let me wash the dishes at home, and after two months in Beiping, I have learned to change briquettes and cook......"

"By the way, I heard those people say that actors rarely use their real names, so I also gave myself a stage name, called ......"