[nineteen]
Shan Bo kept the sachet for five days, and finally saw the young lady passing by in front of the corridor, and hurriedly called out: "Miss, have you lost your belongings recently?"
The young lady turned her head when she heard the sound, and saw that it was a young gardener, with bushy eyebrows and big eyes, who was quite handsome. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at herself, but rubbed her hands on her clothes before she reached into her bosom and took out the sachet. come over.
The young lady said happily, "You told me to look for it, but you picked it up." She took the sachet and handed over a few pieces of silver. Shan Bo shook his head and refused to answer, and said in a muttered voice, "How dare you take credit for a little effort? If Miss wants to reward you, I will dare to ask you her boudoir's name."
The young lady flushed her cheeks with a blush, and said angrily, "I tell you, you are not allowed to shout. My name is Yingtai."
[twenty]
"I can't tell, Fan Aiguo, you still have a bit of literary talent." Xie Liang muttered while copying the manuscript paper, "What's this word?"
"Which one?"
Xie Liang pointed. Fan Aiguo went to have a look, and said: "Taiwan, the pavilion's terrace."
Xie Liang changed it into traditional characters and copied it on the paper: "Speaking of which, your novel hasn't taken a title yet."
Fan Aiguo said: "Return your pearl."
Xie Liang said: "It's too elegant, it feels a little unfriendly."
"The Story of Butterfly Transformation."
"It's more literary. I think about the meaning of the host, and the more down-to-earth the better."
Fan Aiguo lay on his back and gave up on himself: "I have never written a novel."
Xie Liang said: "If you haven't written it, you have to read it? You can imitate as many as you want, and I will help you as a staff."
Fan Aiguo said: "The millennium sadomasochism of the wealthy daughter. The black-bellied gardener fell in love with me."
"..."
Fan Aiguo said: "Traveling is a wonderful wife. Rebirth is turning into a butterfly. My husband is a butterfly."
"..."
[twenty one]
"I think "The Black-bellied Gardener Falls in Love with Me" is pretty good, very attractive." Lin Kai finished the last page of the manuscript, and praised, "Well, it's well written! The delivery of this issue went well, and we'll continue in the next issue Keep?"
Fan Aiguo said with a bitter face, "I will try my best."
Lin Kai rolled up the manuscript with a smile, and walked out of the pharmacy with the landlord.
The landlord whispered: "The National Storyteller Organization has already taken care of it, and then they will circulate in teahouses in various places to talk about it every day. Zhulin 48 Xian is rushing to produce a new song "Lucky Sachet". Next month's monthly review will also mention it. Two sentences, spent a lot of promotion fees."
Lin Kaidao: "As long as it works. I will leave this matter to you."
The landlord paused, and said calmly: "If this card is played, and with the actions made a month ago, we will be on the bright side."
"It's about time." Lin Kaidao, "The noble families from all over the world are now determined to follow the Pioneer Group, and wait for King Yu to take power so that they can continue to be the emperor. It's time to find someone to talk to them."
The host said: "All the people have been found, and the lines have also been taught: 'Gold Mountains and Silver Mountains are not based on their mouths. The Pioneering Team speaks so nicely, but they don't even divide the guns and ammunition. So what if they don't honor it? They How did you oppress the aborigines in Fuyang City back then? If you want to live a peaceful life, it is right to recognize a Ming Lord earlier.'”
Lin Kai nodded and said: "Well, it's better to hide it, can you trust the people you are looking for?"
Suddenly someone interjected, "Why don't you let me go."
[twenty two]
I saw a majestic figure walking into the door of the pharmacy, exuding the air of a hero. Lin Kai raised his head and said with a smile: "Hero Long. Are you here to visit Xiaoqian? How is he?"
Long Daxia said: "Doctor Tao said he is out of danger, but he is seriously injured, it's hard to say when he will wake up."
Lin Kaidao: "What about you? You were also injured in the Fuyang battle."
Long Daxia said: "I got well early."
The three of them looked at each other without making a sound for a while. Finally, the host asked coolly: "Is this somersault bad enough?"
Long Daxia said expressionlessly: "It's miserable enough."
The landlord asked again: "Do you want to understand?"
Long Daxia said: "I don't understand."
The landlord "puchi" laughed.
A few days ago, Long Daxia was full of loyalty to serve the country, and had a big fight with the Wulin League. He went undercover in Fuyang City to fight rape for the court, but happened to witness the scene of the court massacring people and disregarding human lives, and came back distraught.
"I said at the beginning that your drawing is broken, but you still don't accept it." The landlord said.
Long Daxia didn't care about sprinkling salt on his wound, his heroic brows didn't move at all, and he said calmly: "If you don't understand, just get rid of it."
The landlord frowned slightly.
He thought that no one can stay the same forever. Looking at it now, there really are masters who will never repent.
"Let me be your lobbyist. With my skills, I won't be noticed." Long Daxia said.
Lin Kai smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "You are an upright hero, how can you do such dirty things. Take a good rest, there will be more places for you to take action in the future."
[twenty-three]
The poignant and beautiful novel "A Black-bellied Gardener Falls in Love with Me" written by Mr. Fan, a newcomer in the literary world, became an instant hit.
Compared with those specious poems, such easy-to-understand stories are obviously more popular with the people.
Mr. Fan's National Support Association was quickly established, and the song "Lucky Sachet" was sung everywhere, and the illustrations drawn by well-known painters were even more popular. Boys and girls dressed themselves up according to Shanbo Yingtai in the picture, longing for a romantic relationship, a dream of love and hatred.
The landlord saw the business opportunity and rushed to make a batch of special kits for English and Taiwan for sale as peripherals.
[twenty four]
With tears in her eyes, Yingtai twisted the veil, wiped off the blood on Shanbo's back, sobbed, "A bunch of bastards, I'll ask daddy to teach them for you." Shanbo just shook his head and said, "I'm a time traveler, they're afraid I hate me, it was indispensable."
Yingtai stared at him with red eyes and said: "You know so much about the future, why should you let others bully you?" Shanbo was standing next to the rockery under the moon, seeing her tears were clear, he couldn't help but hold on to the catkin tightly, and said emotionally: " Yingtai, I don't want to be a Xiaoxiao and make enemies with the aborigines, I just want to accommodate you and me in this world!"
[twenty five]
"'I don't want to be a small boy to make enemies with the aborigines, I just want to accommodate you and me in this world!'" Jiao Jiaoran read aloud holding a book, "Yingtai said in tears: 'If everyone is like you... '"
Jiao Jiaoran had a kind face, if she hadn't become famous all over the world as the head of the pioneering group, she would have looked more like the director of the neighborhood committee office. But at this moment, she put down the latest book "A Black-bellied Gardener Falls in Love with Me", and said in a very angry voice, "Your Highness, the Martial Arts League scolded us together!"
There is only one table and one chair in the small study, and the only chair is sitting on the only chair at this time, King Yu Zhou Rongqi, the God of Wealth behind the Pioneering Group.
Zhou Rongyun raised his slender eyebrows, and said casually: "Maybe I want to take this opportunity to make some money."
Jiao Jiaoran said: "I'm afraid it's not just about money. They cut off the supply of munitions a month ago and told us that the factory was temporarily broken down. I see the ambition of the Wulin League. At the beginning, Zuo Yunqi stole our invention manual, and now he has revealed his intention to plot against us." I'm afraid that once we overthrow the imperial court—"
"They want a squirrel to follow."
Jiao Jiaoran nodded quickly.
Zhou Rongzhen was indifferent and untouched, and still said casually: "The most important thing now is to attack the capital in one go."
"..."
Jiao Jiaoran forced a smile and said, "What Your Highness said is true. His Highness Prince Yu sits on the dragon chair, that's justified. That group of reckless people in the Martial Arts League has no foundation, what big waves can they afford?"
Zhou Rongyun smiled and said nothing. The promise he didn't want to give, even the Pioneering Team couldn't get it.
Jiao Jiaoran lowered her head, suppressed the expression on her face, and said to herself: "It's just playing these trivial tricks under our noses, and it doesn't hurt to teach them a lesson."
When she turned and walked out, she revealed the hideous criss-cross scars on the back of her neck, which covered all the way under the collar, and then extended from the sleeves.
During the Battle of Fuyang two years ago, the military factory of the Pioneering Group was blown up, and only Jiao Jiaoran, the leader of the Pioneering Group, survived from serious injuries. At that time, although the soldiers and horses of the imperial court captured Fuyang, some people reported that they had seen the undercover agents of the Wulin League.
Based on that plausible portrait, the Pioneer Group has been searching for two years.
[Twenty-six]
The sun was setting.
"How many words are there?" Xie Liang asked.
"Six thousand."
Xie Liang said: "Can we finish it tonight? The landlord will come to collect the manuscript tomorrow morning, my friend."
Fan Aiguo just said: "I will try my best, I will try my best. There are still ten days before the end of the month, and the urging is so tight, it's like a debt collection."
Xie Liang said: "Illustrations don't need time? Engraving doesn't need time? National distribution doesn't need time? Let me tell you, your first booklet sells well, but it doesn't sell well..."
Fan Aiguo said: "Eating shit?"
"..."
Fan Aiguo said: "You keep it for yourself, don't be shy."
"..."
Xie Liang had never learned such vulgar language, and was so choked that he couldn't speak, he pressed the long sword in a sinister way: "If you don't finish the manuscript tonight, you just wait."
"I try my best, try my best..."
[Twenty-seven]
The twilight is all in one.
"How many words are there?" Xie Liang asked.
"Three thousand."
"Already wrote three thousand? Show me."
"Wait, I haven't finished polishing yet..."
Without further ado, Xie Liang pulled out the manuscript paper with two fingers, pointed his index finger and counted words, and finally said with a fierce look in his eyes: "You have three thousand? At most one thousand!"
Fan Aiguo just said: "Hurry up, hurry up."
"Hurry up, I believe your nonsense!" Xie Liang tried his best to swear a serious sentence.
Fan Aiguo frowned, and said with a bitter face, "I can't write it."
"Where can't I write it?"
Fan Aiguo took back the manuscript and glanced at it, and said: "Here it is said that Shanbo took Yingtai to the heights for the first time and saw the whole picture of the ancient town. It could have been made more beautiful with advanced knowledge, but the ugly human heart had to curl up like an ant. This is where the desolation, grief and indignation feel, without personal experience, it is difficult to describe the tension."
Xie Liang said: "So?"
Fan Aiguo said: "So I'm thinking."
The two stared at each other. Suddenly there was a lingering aroma of vegetables, Doctor Tao went to open the door to welcome the maid in, and said, "Dinner is ready."
Xie Liang stared at Fan Aiguo without looking back, "Let Hero Long and the others eat first, don't wait for us."
Xie Liang sat down on the edge of Fan Aiguo's bed, smiled and said, "When will you finish writing, and when will we have dinner."
"..."
"How, do you feel the tension of desolation, grief and anger?"
[Twenty-eight]
It was late at night.
"How many words are left?" Xie Liang yawned and rubbed the corners of his eyes.
Fan Aiguo said: "One thousand."
Xie Liang narrowed his eyes and said, "Really?"
Fan Aiguo said: "It's over a thousand."
"How much is the beginning?"
Fan Aiguo said: "One thousand and eight."
"..."
"I'm so sleepy." Fan Aiguo said sadly, "I'm so sleepy, I can't move my mind. You don't have lights. My eyes hurt so bad. I'm going blind."
"..."
"How about I sleep for two hours first, and you call me later..."
"dream!"
[thirty-one]
The sky will dawn.
Xie Liang was awakened by the first birdsong in the morning, his neck was so sore that he couldn't bear it, so he raised his hand and rubbed it in a daze. Last night, he watched over Fan Aiguo until the third watch, but he couldn't survive the exhaustion, so he sat down on the chair and fell asleep.
Xie Liang turned his head and looked, startled.
I saw Fan Aiguo with a pair of blue eye circles, his eyes were dull, staring straight at the manuscript paper in front of him, like a ray of innocent soul, but he was still moving his pen quickly in his hand.
Xie Liang said hoarsely: "How is your writing going?"
"One row short."
Xie Liang leaned over in a jerk, but saw a dark human figure on the paper, who seemed to be dozing off with his head down, and Fan Aiguo was drawing the chair under him.
Xie Liang said angrily: "What is this?"
"It's your portrait." Fan Aiguo said, "Do you think I have a talent for painting?"
"..."
Xie Liang took a deep breath and said, "My friend. Your novel is only missing one line, why don't you hurry up and finish it?"
Fan Aiguo said: "Because I found that as long as there are unfinished manuscripts in front of me, it will be very smooth to be distracted and do other things."
"..."