Ye Shaohua saw that the sender of this private message was her editor.
Only then did I notice that she was on the account "Yehliu 001".
When she first left the island five years ago, she really didn't have much money, so she opened a vest to write essays.
She only wrote one book, "The Sphere of the Gods", and she herself did not expect this book to become a hit.
She glanced at the editor's words several times, but didn't intend to reply.
It reminded me that Myriad Gods Sky is still short of the last chapter.
She stared at this Weibo page and thought for a long time.
"Sister, you are really amazing." Ye Li read Ye Shaohua's words for a long time, and finally said such a sentence.
Ye Shaohua immediately put away his phone, and did not show him Yeliu's Weibo account.
Fortunately, Ye Li didn't notice either.
"It's not bad." Ye Shaohua looked at the word and really couldn't praise him, "You take it well."
"Of course." Ye Li responded briskly.
Even the old man was a little happy, and even hummed a few little tunes.
Ye Shaohua didn't understand why the two were so happy.
How did she know that these two people have never dared to mention Ye Shaohua's past. There is no record of Ye Shaohua's previous life, even the university is vague.
Especially the old man, just thinking about it makes him sad.
Seeing the words written by Ye Shaohua, the two felt a little relieved.
This handwriting cannot be written without many years of effort,
The two felt that Ye Shaohua's previous life should not be as sad as they imagined. Since the day Ye Shaohua came back, Liangnaobudi's heart has been heavily oppressed.
Now I can finally breathe.
Ye Shaohua didn't know the brains of the two, but even if he knew, he would just laugh it off.
Mu Liu was arranged in a guest room on the first floor.
She knew that she didn't need to follow Ye Shaohua all the time.
But at nine o'clock in the evening, she knocked on Ye Shaohua's door and handed Ye Shaohua a thermos bucket in her hand.
Ye Shaohua opened it and saw that it was a one-night medicinal meal.
Still steaming.
"Didn't you just talk to my grandfather and my brother in the study?" Ye Shaohua opened his mouth.
Fairy speed.
Mu Liu noticed that Ye Shaohua said "my grandfather" and "my brother", and then said very respectfully, "Go back to Miss Ye, it was sent by Mu Qiu."
Ye Shaohua: "..."
"No... who taught you to let the chief coach of the training camp do this?"
Mu Liu gave Ye Shaohua a puzzled look, "He's the fastest."
Afraid that Ye Shaohua would not believe it, Mu Liu explained, "When the young master said that he needed to find someone to take charge of these matters, those people from the training camp would all come, and they even made a special competition for running with watermelons in their arms. In the end, Mu Qiu won the first place to have this opportunity."
Ye Shaohua became more and more silent, and finally said with some difficulty: "You...do these things in private?"
Those few people who are famous in the world, just like this on weekdays...running with a watermelon in their arms
Mu Liu blushed a little, and said in a low voice, "I took second place, so I'm with you."
Ye Shaohua: "... I just wanted to say, have you forgotten that you are the top three sharpshooters in the training camp?"
"No, no, it's far behind you." Mu Liu shook his head hastily.
Ye Shaohua hated iron for being weak and closed the door.
After eating, Ye Shaohua turned on the computer, and accidentally logged on Yeliu's Weibo account today, and then she remembered that there was still the last chapter.
She coded this chapter once when she was doing the task.
It's also quick to write.
Just after typing a few hundred words, the door was knocked and pushed open immediately, "Shaohua, this is yours... what are you doing?"