I'm just sorry for plagiarism

What kind of thing is this Nima?

Just now, the usually majestic empress dowager at home was actually tricking the eldest lady into wearing a skirt with infinite tenderness just now.

skirt!

Women's clothing!

Thinking about how shyly that thing was put on her body, Li Xia felt like she was going to faint. I don't know why, when she thinks about wearing women's clothes, the young lady always thinks of the man she was in her previous life.

A tall and thin young man with a pair of glasses. He looks very gentle and not bad. I guess there will be a lot of girls who will blow up the lights when going on a blind date. He looks like a celebrity, but that's okay anyway. Personally, five people look like... But if you put a woman's clothing behind such an attribute and look back, it will be so strange no matter how you look at it.

Anyway, I can't get along with the words Bian Tai, why in this life even my own mother has been fooling me to rush in the direction of Bian Tai.

This is not the key point, the key point is that after seeing the extremely resisting expression of the young lady, the queen mother even put on an expression like this is the dress you wanted very much before and looked at Li Xia with a serious look on her face. They were all puzzled, and the eldest lady was speechless.

Thinking about it, it's really dumb eating coptis. Before she was reborn, this careless girl did beg her mother to buy a dress, but that's not what he said!Why blame it on her eldest lady!

This is really suffering.

Thinking of the day when the test results came out, the old lady would put her whole body on the bed with a smile on her face, and then forcibly put that colorful little skirt on her face, and then patted her cheek very gently and satisfied. When her head said "my daughter is so beautiful"... the eldest lady felt her hairs stand on end!

kill!This is tantamount to intentional murder!

Thinking about the eldest lady, she went to the claw machine with a nervous expression on her face, thinking that she might as well tell the head teacher that she had cheated, anyway, her previous test scores were also bad, so there would be problems if she got such a good score, right?Why don't you just take advantage of this opportunity to smash the old lady's plot.

Unexpectedly, when the eldest lady found the landline, she was estimating what kind of opening statement she should use to confess to the head teacher.

The phone rang, but it was one step ahead, and I suddenly remembered it.

The Empress Dowager was satisfied with her meal just now and went to the supermarket outside to bargain with others to buy dinner. At this time, the only lady in the family was obviously the only one.

The phone ringing echoed in the empty room, making it look extraordinarily lonely and deserted.

The eldest lady was stunned for a moment, then reached out and picked it up.

"Hello? Who is it?" No one was very angry, after all, she was treated as a girl's eldest lady, and now it seemed that no one wanted to see her, let alone this inexplicable letter from Feige.

It seemed to be a man's voice on the other side of the phone, a little low and magnetic, but there seemed to be a mouthful of thick phlegm in his throat, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.He looked like an elderly man.

"Excuse me, is this the Lin Mansion?" There was a pause, and when he spoke, his tone was a little hesitant: "I'm looking for Zhou Runfa..."

"Huh?" The eldest lady blinked, but she didn't react for a while: "What did you say? Say it again."

Although the singers in Hong Kong and Taiwan have disappeared these days, but I don’t know why, it seems that some movie stars have miraculously survived, and even left some traces of their existence, such as Andy Lau, Chow Yun-fat, and the king of comedy Stephen Chow.Although many classic old songs have been lost in later generations, this is at least a kind of compensation.

The man on the other end of the phone seemed to know how ridiculous such a conversation was, but he repeated it with his voice held up, but the tone was awkward and weird, which was enough: "Yes, I just want to Looking for Chow Yun Fat..."

"This is not the Lin Gong Museum." The eldest lady couldn't help but rolled her eyes, the person on the other side of her feelings was playing her like a monkey, and even looking for Chow Yun-fat, why don't you go with Andy Lau.

"This is Xia Mansion in Ye City, you have dialed the wrong address." After finishing speaking, he was about to hang up.

"Ah?" The uncle over there also seemed to be a little stunned. He stopped for a few seconds and seemed to be communicating with the person next to him. After confirming that the number was correct, he picked up the phone again, "Don't, don't, don't hang up. Little girl, I am really looking for Chow Yun-fat, please let me contact Chow Yun-fat..."

The eldest lady only felt that the blood pressure on her forehead suddenly rose.She hates two kinds of people the most in her life. One treats her as a woman, and the second regards her as a monkey. Obviously, this girl occupies both of them at once. My eldest lady couldn't hold the knife anymore, so she simply yelled into the phone, "Go find your auntie!" Then she hung up the phone with a touch, the voice was loud, and the momentum used an idiom In other words, it is simply a thousand mountains and birds fly away.

As a result, the phone rang again shortly after hanging up, and the eldest lady's first reaction was to grab it and feed it angrily, and then immediately yelled, "Why are you here again!?"

But I didn't expect the girl on the other side of the phone to be stunned, as if she was a little frightened.After a while, there was a faint sound.

"Lixia? I can't call you."

The eldest lady was delighted when she heard it, it was Zhu Liwen.I told her the landline number before the relationship, but I couldn't wait to call after class.It seemed that before I knew it, my relationship with this small class representative was pretty tight.

"No, no, that idiot was teasing me just now. Zhu Liwen, of course I welcome you to call me." The eldest lady dragged the phone and turned over on the sofa, lying down, sitting in the same posture as a 40-year-old She looks like a middle-aged woman, she is extra oily, and she is obviously ready to talk on the phone. "What's the matter? What's the matter with calling? The teacher sued me again?"

"No, no, I just came to make sure that the call you gave me is real." The representative of the relationship class was still brooding over the previous incident.

The eldest lady scratched her head helplessly.

At first I wanted to say something more, but it seemed that the small class representative's family was a little tight, so I hurriedly chatted a few words and was about to hang up the phone.

Before leaving, I confessed, "Li Xia, actually I wrote you a letter again, it was sent out two days ago, I guess you can receive it today, right? Remember to sign for it." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

The eldest lady is a little funny, children these days just love to play tricks, and they can finish talking in a few sentences, and the distance is not far away, but they always like to play this kind of cloudy sentiment, which makes them unique. It's poetic.But that being said, the eldest lady is not against it.

As a result, within a few minutes of hanging up the phone, the bell rang again. The eldest lady was careful this time, and did not make a sound when she answered the phone. Generally speaking, if it was Zhu Liwen, it would ring as soon as she picked it up. The female voice, if it was playing monkey, was the voice of the middle-aged uncle.

These days there is no caller ID on the phone, so we can only use such a stupid method to distinguish it.

In the end, after waiting for a long time, no one came out. The eldest lady sneered, and the feeling was that young man who came to find fault out of nowhere. A weak female voice came.

A little warm, but also a little unconfident, it's clear and crisp, but it's not unpleasant.

"Excuse me, is it Xia Zhai?" The little girl seemed to be trembling a little as she asked.

"Ah? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's Xia Zhai, what's the matter?" The eldest lady was taken aback, and then quickly apologized, although she didn't know why she was apologizing. Expressed out, they are all specially used to count words.

"En." The little girl paused, as if hesitating, but in the end the hand holding the microphone was still a little tighter, coughed her throat, and opened her mouth weakly.

"That... I'm looking for... Chow Yun-fat."

The eldest lady was stunned for a moment, then hung up the phone with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, as if to vent his anger, he smashed the phone and smashed it to pieces.

Feelings are still playing tricks!

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After listening to Missy's description.

Father Xia couldn't help but want to laugh.

As a result, after listening to the phone call, who were those people looking for?

Father Xia's uncontrollable smile suddenly froze on his face.

"All in all, it's a group of idiots playing tricks, and I scolded them back." The eldest lady waved her hand, and casually drew a conclusion to this absurd story.

But after thinking about it, he raised his eyebrows a little strangely: "But it's a bit inexplicable, dad? Could it be that you offended someone in the mall, and someone else called for revenge?"

But he didn't expect that when he raised his head, what he saw was his father's hesitant expression.

Li Xia was a little strange: "What's wrong with you?"

"What, daughter?" Daddy Xia was stunned for a moment, and his words were still broken, "Have I ever talked to you before?"

"what?"

Father Xia fumbled out of his bag, the signed manuscript sent by the magazine, handed over the first line on it, the part of the author's information column, and handed it to the young lady, and handed it to her carefully. Look carefully.

Then under the surprised eyes of my own daughter.

Slowly, he added another sentence.

"My pen name is just Chow Yun Fat?"

Chapter 40 39, Development

In the next few days, the days went by a little too fast.

First, there are four exams on the second day, two in the morning and two in the afternoon. Fortunately, they are all small subjects, chemistry, geography, biophysics.

Then came Wednesday, and there were the last two to deal with.

On Thursday and Friday, the test papers will be collected for unified correction. Since it is related to the issue of class placement, the school will pay special attention to this test.

However, the class placement is not as strict as the school regulations say.

It's not that some students in the experimental class will be relegated to the ordinary class as soon as their ranking falls outside the passing line. They will probably still be given a reference line that fluctuates up and down. As long as the fluctuation is not obvious, probably, That is, with one eye open and one eye closed.

After all, the time to cultivate an outstanding student and the unique atmosphere in the class are not ordinary students who can adapt casually.

Not to mention anything else.

Those two exams on Wednesday were a bit scary. They were both courses that required a lot of writing, history and politics. The expression on the young lady's face when she walked into the exam room was like walking into a pig slaughterhouse, especially heroic.

When I came out after the exam, I was still dying.

The school is also considerate. After finishing all the courses in the morning, and half a day of tutoring in the afternoon, it is worthy of the holiday.

Li Xia only felt that this day was unlucky enough. Thinking of the few essays he had written before, he couldn't help being tired until his legs became weak. The title was also very visual, it was called "If I Can Do It Over".It coincides with a certain line in Li Ronghao's popular old song "Li Bai" decades later.

If I could do it all over again, should I choose Li Bai?

At least I can write poetry, Peng Bai.

Teasing girls?

The eldest lady felt that she was really a little mad, but her article was very high-spirited in praising creation, originality, and quite euphemistically expressed the sorrow and regret that the expectations and rewards of writing books in today's world are not proportional... He looks like a great poet of the new century, but think about what he did when he was reborn?Basically, it's either a fight or an academic plagiarism.

Don't look at the wonderful pen and flowers in my own roll, in fact, most of them are plagiarized from the masters of humanities.

I think it's too thick-skinned to be brazenly praising originality while doing public copying activities, isn't it?

This is not enough, the key is that when I moved home step by step with the little yellow duck schoolbag on my back, before she had time to catch her breath and put down the schoolbag, she saw her father sitting in her study with arms crossed, smiling Looking at her intently: "You're back, daughter? Hurry up and update "Dream" when you're back. I want to see Lu Xu and Lin Lan flirting."

The author of feelings has become a loyal fan of his own books?

"Hey, isn't it, dad." The eldest lady couldn't help but rolled her eyes, "What did you say at the beginning? What will you do if you continue like this?"

"Actually, I really want to write." The old man rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "But it's not that I'm not good enough. No matter how I write, I can't do it right."

This is true.

Whenever Dad Xia finished writing that book, he picked it up and compared it with the one written by Miss Wen above, and always felt that something was wrong. Although the plot of the story was not as abrupt as before, the implication was different no matter how you looked at it. It's like something is missing.

There is really no way, after all, everyone has their own different styles. Take Guo Xiaosi as an example, if Li Xia, who has never read the original, wants to imitate deliberately, it is estimated that at most he will end up as a mere imitator.

If I had known earlier, I would have chosen a better one to write for my father to practice.

The eldest lady couldn't help but swear in her heart. This style is more fresh and fresh, and it shouldn't have been brought out so early for my father to imitate. Maybe I was too eager for quick success and wanted to rely on those masterpieces in my previous life. Make a name for yourself.

This kind of thinking of eating a big fat man in one bite, in the end, has a sense of restraint. I have to say, it is really a bit dumbfounding.

"There is no way for you to continue like this." Thinking about it, the eldest lady couldn't help but sighed.

"Why don't you write this book as if you wrote it?" Dad scratched his nose in embarrassment, and suddenly came up with an idea, "From now on, you will take full responsibility, and then I will update my own book." Novels, let's divide the labor and cooperate, and get two wages a month, what do you think?"

To be honest, when Dad Xia made this suggestion, Li Xia's dirty little thoughts really moved a bit.

After all, "Dream" is a work that can be called a masterpiece.

Although it did not reach the level of mythology, its spread and deep impression in later generations were engraved in the minds of every young green boy at that time.

What was it like to create a legend?That sense of honor and satisfaction, if you say you are unmoved, is it hypocritical?

But after thinking about it for a while, the eldest lady shook her head firmly, "No way."

"What's the matter?" Father Xia was puzzled, very puzzled, and then under the extremely entangled eyes of the eldest lady, her words directly cut off his father's battery.

"Because... I have to do my homework."

"...What?" Dad Xia was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it immediately, that old face was suffocating, and he didn't know what he was thinking. "What did you say, you say it again?"

"I have to do my homework." The eldest lady shrugged, and said the reason for the refusal in an extraordinarily high-sounding manner.

Then Dad Xia just wrote that he had held back for a long time and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Rao is a 40-year-old uncle who is as old as a summer daddy, but he couldn't help but swear:

"Writing your sister's homework, money, you write novels for money, you don't want money? It's a waste of money, you just look at it in vain, are you fucking kidding me?"

"Then you have to have life flowers, okay?" The eldest lady couldn't help but cast a series of rolled eyes and came over, and then waved her fingers to reason with the old man, "Homework, I am Chinese, mathematics and foreign languages, and I write at least three hours a day. Do you want to kill me if you write an update for two hours?"

Anyway, it's six or seven o'clock when I go home, and it's eight o'clock when I have a meal. Two hours of keyboard poles?I'm afraid I will be too tired to get out of bed the next day.

Thinking of the eldest lady, she couldn't help but sighed, and casually pulled the brand-new signed manuscript that was placed on the desk beside her, "Besides, this contract is also written in your name, Chow Yun-fat, you should be responsible for your own book anyway." ?”

Hearing his daughter call out that shameful name, even Father Xia couldn't help being a little embarrassed, this damn embarrassing, it felt like someone had dug out the [-] forbidden adult books under his bed Yes, very shameful.

"Cough cough." Father Xia coughed and had no choice but to change the topic, "Speaking of which, I haven't contacted them before, so there shouldn't be any problem, right?"

They should be the magazine that my father was talking about. He hung up the phone angrily before, but he didn't expect it to be quiet these few days. The father and daughter were a little worried.

"Probably not? After all, such a good work, you won't ignore us because of such a trivial matter, right?" I vaguely remember that when the eldest lady said this, she felt very guilty.

"Ahem, I think so too." There was a more guilty Father Xia echoing him, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared, "But your attitude is a bit difficult no matter what?"

"Then why don't you call back and take the initiative to admit your mistake?" The eldest lady glanced at him, and seeing that her father stopped talking, she didn't know what she was thinking, and suddenly sighed again.

"I think so too." The old man sighed, took the signing draft and glanced at it, "But if you tell them that we reject the transfer of cultural rights, it's not a good call."

It was a bit strange to say that she glanced at the eldest lady, "But why are you so persistent? It's just an exclusive authorization, basically just going through the formalities. I heard that basically those who signed contracts with the magazine agreed to transfer it."

"Besides, it's not necessarily a bad thing to sign, right?" Dad finally sighed.