daily living together

Hou Ziyu asked for signatures and came back very fast. An Chijin hadn't signed a few, so she saw it and asked him, "Why so fast?"

Hou Ziyu was even more shocked than him, and said, "These are all great gods, how dare I ask for too much!"

An Chijin, who has already written more than 30 pieces: "..."

The music on the stage exploded, and it was time to support the guests. The company specially arranged some cultural programs, and invited a crosstalk talker to cheer everyone up.The cross talk brother was fat and fat. He thanked his parents for food and clothing before he came on stage, so he owed him something and asked casually, "Brother, do you want to listen to the story?"

Dozens of story writers sat watching him in the dark.

The cross talk brother was also a little embarrassed, and said: "I'm really sorry, then it's the first time I introduce it, and I don't know what your rules are, or we can talk about it in a group..."

Then everyone happily joined in the discussion.

Hou Ziyu listened to a group crosstalk contentedly. Later, the crosstalk boy stopped talking and just listened there. He also likes to read online novels. He reads them on his mobile phone when he has nothing to do. Today, he will catch up on the spot. Listen with gusto.

There is a reason for the masters at the annual meeting to come. Apart from having a lot of brains and a strong ability to structure stories, they are also very planning.Later, I ignored the cross talk brother's follow-up article, and started to talk about it myself, from a plot to a character, followed by a complete outline, and then constructed a world framework, by the way, virtual dynasties and official positions, followed by another Various adventure plots and short stories are superimposed, and a fantasy novel is just like this!

The copyright editor on the side took a pen and paper to help them record it, and pointed out a few points that needed to be revised by the way.

The masters have excellent skills, and they fixed the BUG in minutes.

The copyright editor said: "Okay, so first give me ten introductions of the characters, the central topic, and a three thousand-word introduction... let's start with another ten thousand words. After finishing these, give them to me. I think this can be submitted."

Hou Ziyu was dumbfounded.

God damn can vote! !Is this a copyright? !

The great gods present have finished their group cross talk, their desire for expression has been expressed, and they are satisfied. They said to the editor: "It doesn't take too much. There are so many of us, 20 per person. It's considered a short story."

Others responded one after another.

The copyright editor also had bright eyes, as if he had made a lot of money, fearing that the masters would regret it, he immediately drafted a contract for them to sign!

The little brother who talked about cross talk cried bitterly on stage, expressing that he was going to quit the showbiz, and also wanted to join the online literature circle, begging Juju to take him along.

Hou Ziyu looked at An Chijin. An Chijin had just finished writing the last word and capped the pen. When he saw him looking over, he immediately threw the stack of signatures over and said loudly, "Impossible! Let me tell you, sign 50 It's my bottom line! Hou Ziyu, don't push yourself too hard, I won't sign you again!"

Holding the stack of autographs, Hou Ziyu was in a complicated mood. Brother Jin was only interested in writing autographs for him just now and didn't participate in the discussion of the story. Looking at the stack of autographs now, he thinks it's not paper but money.

After the dinner, other great gods invited to continue the show, and Hao Zhengwu immediately became active in the front line as a flower of male social intercourse. He asked An Chijin, "Go together?"

An Chijin shook her head and said, "I code."

Hao Zhengwu hooked his shoulders, smiled and said: "They all have notebooks, and they will code after drinking. Look, which one here is not a code dog?"

An Chijin hesitated for a moment, looked at Hou Ziyu but shook her head, and said, "I won't go, I'm used to writing in a quieter environment, you go."

Hao Zhengwu didn't force him, and went with the others.

An Chijin took Hou Ziyu back to the room, because he selfishly only wrote about his family members when he signed up, and after entering, it turned out to be a room with a big bed.Mr. An Chi didn't change his face, took off his coat, took his notebook and put it on the table as if ready to work, said: "I'll type first, you play in the room by yourself."

Hou Ziyu has been used to climbing An Chijin's bed since she was a child. A few days ago, she even opened the window and went in to sleep with her. Now she saw the big bed room and didn't feel anything wrong. Wearing a bathrobe, he called his family in the room to report that he was safe-he also called both of them, which was very filial.

Hou Ziyu's parents responded flatly, and only told their son to be careful outside and not to cause trouble for An Chijin.

An Chi's mother was very moved. Her son has been away for so many years, and he has never told his mother that he landed safely like a real child, nor has he told her how fun the hotel is in the video with a face of novelty. This kind of experience is simply amazing. Make her eyes moist, this is the fun of raising a child!

The two chatted for a while, but Hou Ziyu said in a low voice, "An Chijin wants to code", and then they stopped talking.

While staring at the laptop screen, An Chijin said flatly, "You can continue chatting, it won't affect me."

Hou Ziyu rolled on the bed twice, lay there with a smile and said, "No, I'll find something to do."

An Chijin paused her fingers, and asked nonchalantly, "Oh? What's the matter."

Hou Ziyu took out his mobile phone and said expectantly: "Su Yueyue updated today, I'm going to follow the serialization!"

An Chijin: "..."

An Chijin tried hard to resist the urge to smash the keyboard, telling himself over and over again that he was a Buddhist author, but if mood was a color, he might be green at the moment.

An Chijin updated three chapters in a row, only to slightly dissipate part of the anger in her heart. As expected, it was when she devoted herself to work that she felt peaceful in her heart.

He rested for a while, got up and drank a glass of water, picked up his phone and looked at it, and saw that hundreds of messages had been swiped in the group.

Hao Zhengwu posted the most. He even typed and swiped photos, flashed past row by row, and saw a group of young and middle-aged men setting up three tables in a bar, setting up a row of notebooks to type, and an alarm clock on the table. There are also several bottles of foreign wine.

Hao Zhengwu posted: "10 minutes of silent codeword competition, the time is up, treat the loser!"

The number of people sending messages in the group instantly decreased, and some of them watched the fun online and kept asking who lost.

Not long after, Hao Zhengwu sent a photo. They exchanged cups with smiles on their faces, and only one big brother with an honest face was left there to continue typing with a bitter face.

People in the group left messages one after another, not believing that the famous sports god lost, accusing Hao Zhengwu and the others of cheating!

Hao Zhengwu said: "It was said that it was a 'no talking' code word competition, who said that the number of words was counted? Old Guo himself has no eyes, so he talked first hahahaha!"

Lao Guo beat his chest and stamped his feet, and typed and scolded him: "Hao Zhengwu is shameless!"

The next row of people scolded, Hao Zhengwu didn't feel ashamed at all, and continued to drink and have fun with everyone with a smile, leaving Lao Guo, who lost, to work hard, trying to write down the money for the drink on the spot.