I just want to copy books quietly

Zhong Yi was not in a hurry to start a chat, but clicked on the other party's profile first.

The gender written on this person's information is "female", of course, this can't be counted.

On the Internet, you don't even know if a dog is sitting in front of the computer opposite.

You think the other party is a charming and charming young lady, maybe she is a big man who picks his feet, and if he picks his feet, he will put them under his nose to smell them.

But after reading the talk, diary, and photo album in the other party's space, Zhong Yi judged that the other party was indeed a young girl.

Maybe it's a white, rich, beautiful and rich second generation with a refined life, or maybe a small wild model who likes to steal pictures.

Of course, it may also be a canary who is kept by a rich person. Because of emptiness and loneliness, he reads novels on the Internet to pass the time, and randomly donates 10 yuan to reward his favorite author.

Zhong Yi always thinks of the worst in things and sees the worst in people.

She is a pessimist.

But at this time she sent a smiling face: "Hello, Golden League! I'm a fan of Hemingway."

It took a while for the other party to reply: "Hello. Why add me?"

"I want to talk to you."

"What are you talking about?" The other party took a long time to reply, as if they were busy.

Maybe it's chatting with dozens of men at the same time, fishing for money; or maybe it's dealing with some affairs at hand.

Zhong Yi thought maliciously.

She typed quickly: "Insider information, the upper management of Chuangshi has agreed to sign the highest-level contract with Hemingway. The signing will be completed soon, and then Hemingway's various treatments will be improved, and the share will also be increased."

"I know. Then?"

you know?Zhong Yi was a little taken aback.As the editor of "Hemingway", I only just found out about this news. How did you know it?

However, she quickly thought that the other party might just be habitually showing off in a high-profile way, and exaggerating his self-worth.

"Then," Zhong Yi typed, "now that his share has been increased, he can start selling copyrights. But now there are several publishing houses that want to publish Zhu Xian, but the conditions they offer are not very good. Only the highest royalties are offered to him. to 6."

"The film and television copyrights are also being discussed. Now several entertainment companies have offered prices. They all bully Hemingway as a newcomer, and the conditions are very low. The highest bid is 300 million to buy out Zhu Xian's movie adaptations, series adaptations and online drama copyrights. "

"Too low." The other party replied after a long time, cherishing words like gold.

"Yeah, I also think it's low. This is simply bullying," Zhong Yi typed, revealing his true intentions, "With the quality of Zhu Xian, it will definitely create a big IP that makes money. If it is sold at this price, That’s really selling gems for cabbage prices.”

"You are a fan of Hemingway. You have rewarded the Golden Alliance. You should have some financial means. I am also in a hurry to go to the doctor, so I want to ask if you have a channel to contact the publishing house or the entertainment company. Raise the price."

"I can feel that you are really thinking about him." After a long time, the words of the Golden League were long overdue.

"Yes. I have no selfishness in this matter. No matter how much money he makes, I won't get any benefit." Zhong Yi said.

"I see. Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it."

"That's great," Zhong Yi happily sent an emoji with folded hands, "Then I'll leave it to you!"

Later, she sent a few more words, but the other party did not reply.

But the goal has been achieved, Zhong Yi doesn't really want to make friends with this Golden League, so it doesn't matter.

Open the file "Zhu Xian" in the computer, Zhong Yi read the full version that Du Caige sent her again.

Ordinary readers are still struggling to read, and they have already seen the finale.

Zhong Yi is filled with a sense of superiority.

Being an online editor is hard work, and I don’t get much money, and the various benefits are not good, and my vacation time is often wasted.

But even if there are all kinds of bad.

At least you can enjoy this unique privilege and read the book ahead of time.

She even knew the content of Du Caige's next book.

It was a book with a very novel theme, and the main storyline turned out to be tomb robbery.

Thinking of the mysterious, terrifying, and eerie atmosphere rendered by Du Caige's vigorous writing in those chapters she read, she felt a little shivering, and wanted to cover her head and hide under the quilt, but couldn't help but want to read more.

Du Caige has already discussed with her the release time of the new book.

Wait until mid-April to usher in the debut of a new genre in the online world!

Chapter 93 Tomb Sweeping (The big chapter asks for a recommendation ticket!)

Ching Ming Festival.

Yin rain started falling.

Du Caige held an umbrella and stared at the tombstone in front of him speechlessly.

Du Yuqi wept silently, bent down to offer sacrifices to his father.

A bottle of rice wine, a plate of fried peanuts, and a bowl of steaming freshly cooked quick-frozen dumplings.

Then she silently lit a report card.

After the last embers were extinguished, she leaned back into Du Caige's arms.

It's like snuggling up with my brother to keep warm in this chilly spring.

She carefully combed a long braid today, her temperament is in line with her current age, beautiful and pure.

Has grown into a big girl, mature, but still kind.

On the report card she burned, Du Caige saw one high score after another.

Enough is enough.

If my father really knows about it, he must be gratified.

Du Caige's pityful eyes moved away from his sister's shoulders and landed on the tombstone.

The tomb of the strict father Du Zhiqiu and the loving mother Long Jiumei.

Du Zhiqiu wrote below: Birth and death 19522006

Below Long Jiumei is written: Birth and death 1960

Du Shuang Du Caige

Du Yuqi

Daughter-in-law Song Jia

Granddaughter Du Shuwen

Stand respectfully.

It turned out that his father's name was Du Zhiqiu and his mother's name was Long Jiumei.

After traveling for so long, Du Caige finally understood.

And the elder brother who is still in prison is called Du Shuang; the older sister is called Song Jia. I don't know if she is divorced now.

And his niece is called Du Shuwen, nicknamed Wenwen, and Du Yuqi once mentioned it.

Judging from the name "Shuwen", the elder brother's aesthetics and three views are a bit old-fashioned.

Of course, the name may also be given by the father.

Above the father's name, there is a posthumous photo, the image is exactly the same as that in Du Caige's dream.

Du Caige has basically confirmed that the dream was not just a dream, but activated the memory fragments of the original owner.

But are there more memory fragments?Du Caige is still not sure.

There is no posthumous photo above the name of mother Long Jiumei, because she is still alive, and the year behind is also blank.

Huo Yanying said to himself that he was the same age as his father, 66 years old this year.

That's right.

As for the mother Long Jiumei, she is 58 years old this year.

Father can be regarded as an old cow eating tender grass.

And I am 34 years old.

That is to say, the mother Long Jiumei gave birth to herself when she was 24 years old.

The elder brother should be one or two years older than himself. Mother Long Jiumei was not only in her teens when she gave birth to her elder brother, she must have been in her 20s.

Du Caige secretly wrote down the information.

"Okay, let's finish what we should say to Dad, come back with me."

Du Yuqi looked up, looking at Du Caige with tearful eyes: "No, you sing a song for Dad."

Du Caige hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "It's that song, father, right?"

"En." Du Yuqi nodded emphatically.

"I didn't bring a guitar."

"Just sing a cappella."

"Ok."

Du Caige was not embarrassed either.

Although there are other grave sweepers nearby.

But singing a song by yourself will not affect others.

So Du Caige sang softly: "Always ask for you"

Du Yuqi was sobbing.

When Du Caige finished singing, she hugged Du Caige's waist, and the brother and sister left slowly

Shortly after the brothers and sisters Du Caige and Du Yuqi left, a Rolls-Royce Phantom drove into the cemetery.

After the car stopped, the driver wearing white gloves quickly got out of the car, came to the back row, and opened the door; a young woman got off from the other side of the car, ran quickly, and waited with an umbrella open.

A beautifully shaped leg in black stockings stepped out.

Then there was an exquisite black short skirt with a very narrow waist, and a small black suit on the upper body.

The other leg also came out, and the glamorous woman looked around, bent down, and took out a little girl carved in pink and jade from the car. The little girl held a few rolled up papers in her hand.

Just getting out of the car, the little girl shivered due to the cold wind.She looked up at her mother, but the solemn atmosphere made her dare not speak.

The woman held the little girl's hand and nodded to the female assistant holding the umbrella: "Xiao Sun, wait here."

"But Mr. Yan, it's raining. It's not good for children to get wet." Sun Yaling said.

Yan Yingzhen said flatly, "Give me the umbrella, you wait here."

Sun Yaling handed over the umbrella and got into the car by herself.

Yan Yingzhen held an umbrella in one hand, and led Caiwei in the other, walking towards the depths of the cemetery.

Finally she found Du Zhiqiu's tombstone and stood silently.

The little girl Caiwei looked up at her mother's face, and said childishly, "Mom, why doesn't Dad come to visit Grandpa's grave?"

"Your father has already been here." Yan Yingzhen said calmly.

"Oh," Caiwei spread out the rolled paper, revealing the immature pictures on the paper, squatted down and placed them in front of the tombstone, "I'll give my pictures to grandpa."

"Grandpa will like it," Yan Yingzhen patted her daughter's head, "What do you have to say to grandpa?"

Caiwei tilted her head and thought for a while, then said bluntly, "Grandpa, let Dad come to me to play a few more times, and he doesn't come to me all the time, I'm not happy."

"Grandpa, I have been in elementary school for 1 year. Now I know a lot of characters and can recite a lot of poems. I am very good!"

"Mom said, I'm in elementary school, and when I grow up, she will take me to see my grandma. Mom said grandma is so fierce. Caiwei is very obedient, grandpa, can you tell grandma not to be cruel to Caiwei?"

"Mom said I have a beautiful aunt. I want my aunt to take me to play. Grandpa, can you hear me?" The little girl raised her head, her pink and lovely face looked up at her mother, "Mom, grandpa can really listen to me when I speak." Are you there?"

Yan Yingzhen's eyes were moist, and she said softly, "I must be able to hear it."

On the way to send Du Yuqi back to school, Xiao Nizi's mood improved a lot.

She said: "Brother, when are you going to visit my elder brother? My elder brother called me and complained that my sister-in-law is living in a difficult situation and has no money left to send to him. Now he doesn't even have money to smoke."

Du Caige actually wanted to know why this eldest brother was in prison.He tentatively asked, "Why didn't he call me?"