I'm just sorry for plagiarism

Sure enough, when she heard this, my mother immediately fell into deep thought, stared at the eldest lady without saying a word, until she was about to see Li Xia too much and was about to confess the truth, then my mother slapped her.

"You go back to dinner first, and I'll have a good talk with your dad tonight."

The eldest lady blinked her eyes, and only now did she realize it, as if she had passed the level of being cute?

Thinking about it, I feel sorry for my father. After all, the expression of my mother in front of me is so chilling. It seems that when my father comes back later, I will hold him by the ear.

Thinking of this, the eldest lady couldn't help but pray, father who works far away in the company, dead friends are not dead poor, you will take this pot, right?

"Also." After the eldest lady walked into the room, my mother closed the door with a bang, and belatedly, she looked at the eldest lady vigilantly, "Don't you want to fall in love early?"

The eldest lady quickly sent a flattering smile!

What is puppy love?It should be food!

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During the meal, my father was finally willing to rush home from that broken company.

Seeing that something was wrong with the chilling atmosphere of the mother and daughter at the dinner table, she patted her head inexplicably, "What's wrong, why don't you talk?"

"You got into trouble." The eldest lady announced Lao Xia's death sentence very bluntly.

"Hey, it's really fresh." The old man grinned, obviously disbelieving, "There is also something that I, Lao Xia, are afraid of."

"It's nothing serious, it's just that my mother wants to talk to you." The eldest lady sighed and said suddenly.

The old man suddenly took a sharp breath, and he wondered in his mind, he didn't seem to have done anything to apologize to his wife in the past two days?

Li Xia couldn't help laughing when he saw his father's expression as if he was facing a formidable enemy. Is this the so-called strict control of his wife?

At this time, the old mother who was sitting at the dining table was helping the father and daughter hold the rice spoon by spoon, with slightly lowered eyelids, it looked a bit neither happy nor sad, making it difficult to see the expression clearly.

But it is this kind of desireless appearance that makes people feel even more creepy!

I don't know what I thought of, but I suddenly raised my head and glanced at the young lady sitting across the table who was sipping fried pork with bamboo shoots, and said slowly. "daughter."

"what?"

My mother raised her eyelids and glanced, "The results of the mid-term exam should have come out, and I didn't tell me before, how did you get in the exam?"

The eldest lady curled her lips sharply. Mom's news is indeed a bit closed, and it was only near the end of the term that she remembered the matter of the midterm exam.But this can't be her fault, after all, Li Xia, who was the last few in the class after the test results, will naturally be urged by the teacher to call the parents to criticize by name, and the test results this time are indeed a bit scary, the class teacher even forgot to notify Parents are at school for a meeting.

I think my mother has a lot of things to do these days, she is working overtime and on a business trip, and she has completely forgotten about her daughter's exams. Now that I think about it, it is only natural to ask such a question.

Listening to the old mother saying this, the father and daughter couldn't help but look at each other. Her mother didn't know what was going on, and he, Lao Xia, didn't know?The surprises that his daughter brought to him recently are really not shallow.

In the end, when he was going to report the situation to the head of the family with joyful eyebrows, he didn't expect his mother to frown and scold him directly, scaring his father so much that he shrank his neck and didn't dare to speak.

"I'm talking to my daughter, what happened to you, Lao Xia?"

The old man blinked and felt a little strange, did his wife eat gunpowder today or something?It smells like dynamite.

"Come to my room after dinner, I'll have a good chat with you, Lao Xia." Mom gave Xia Dad another expressionless look, "Did you hear that?"

Father Xia swallowed, only to realize that although he didn't know what he had caused, it was obvious that things were serious.

"What exactly happened here?"

The eldest lady didn't speak, but patted the old man's shoulder half sympathetically and gloatingly, then lowered her head and continued to eat.

Chapter 76 75, Black fans want to make trouble

In the middle of the night, when the eldest lady got up from the computer desk again, she opened the curtains and saw that the sky was already full of stars.

"Written?" The old man who was dozing off at the side was also awakened by the movement of pushing the table, squinting his sleepy eyes and looking around, "What time is it?"

The eldest lady glanced at the wall clock hanging next to her. The pointer on it had quietly stopped at the number "2", and she couldn't help but sigh.

The writing of the plot just now is really fascinating. If the story develops according to the development, it will take about three weeks to get to the finale. In layman's terms, it means that the manuscript will be handed in three times. Now looking at the full number of those documents and counting them together, there are probably more than 3 words updated.

"Let me take a look, let alone, there are quite a lot of writing." The old man just glanced at the densely packed folders and couldn't help taking a breath, "Is this the end?"

"Accidentally wrote orgasm, and it's a bit confiscated." The eldest lady stuck out her tongue, and rubbed her sore arms while laughing.

Only then did she realize that her physical fitness had indeed dropped a lot. In her previous life, she had never been so tired playing games all night. She never thought that in this life, she just held the keyboard for hours. The one with the old neck had already started to protest, and almost couldn't hold on in the end.

...Shouldn't it be because of gender?

Although her eldest lady really doesn't want to realize this, but often times she has no choice but to admit that the details of her life are indeed being subtly affected by that damned gender.

The most obvious thing is that her strength has become weaker, and her body and bones are far less durable than before. Usually, when doing errands, she only needs to move her waist a few times and feel as if her whole body is about to fall apart. This makes the eldest lady a little helpless.

Looking at his increasingly fair arms and legs, he felt even more frightened as if he had seen a ghost.

After all, she was considered a boy in her previous life...

If it is a boy, if he sees his skin turning white and smooth and shiny, although he doesn't say it, he will feel a little happy in his heart, but if the premise of all this becomes a situation like the eldest lady, there will be some It's not easy to say, is it?

After all, being pretty is not a boy's vocabulary after all.

……

Waiting until the old man finished reading the whole article, he still looked amazed, "It looks good."

Then seeing that the eldest lady just nodded silently, as if she was quite familiar with all these compliments, Lao Xia couldn't help raising her eyebrows, "But this ending is a bit too biased."

The eldest lady touched the back of her head, not wanting to answer.

It is indeed very biased. Although the eldest lady restrained a little at the end and did not act like the original book, the final ending is still very tragic.

Except for the part where Wen Qian was omitted, the other plots were almost completely copied.

Jasmine's success as a villain, Gu Xiaobei's strangeness, successive accidents, and Baisong's family ruin are almost all written into the final story.

It can be said that such a reversal is almost impossible for anyone to think of.

The old man watched and watched, and finally became more and more silent. Finally, he couldn't help but sit on the sofa beside him, quietly lit a cigarette, and smoked with his head sullen.

When the plot hadn't developed to this point before, he knew something about the final ending from his daughter's mouth, which was a tragedy, but he didn't expect such an ending... It still exceeded his expectations.

Because it's so miserable.

It can be said that looking at the ten or even twenty years of the development of the literary world, no one will choose this way of writing, and it is even said that it is unlikely that anyone will realize such a tragic reversal.

"You can't write a happy ending." The father looked at his daughter speechlessly, only feeling that the helplessness that was about to face the facts but could not be changed had wrapped his whole body, which made him a bit like a point of complaint What, but when he said it in that tone, he was extremely frustrated.

Speaking of it, although Lao Xia only regarded "Dream" as a tool to make money at the beginning, but after watching it, he got a little deeper into it.

Even my current state is not like a participant of this book, but more like an ordinary senior book fan, facing the unsatisfactory ending of this book, doing the final dissatisfaction Resistance and complaints.

To be fair, my daughter's writing style is not bad, novel words and narrative methods, but this is not something that can be easily compared with ordinary urban novels.

Not only that, but there is also the unique main story line. The flirting between Lin Lan and Lian Lian is the point he pays most attention to. Originally, all kinds of dog food are so sweet that they are only short of the last step. The two who are married.

So heaven and man are separated forever?

What the hell is this.

Force-feeding shit, isn’t that how it’s done?

So all kinds of helplessness can only be turned into this sentence. Lao Xia looked at his daughter with some entanglement and was quite satisfied. After changing the file name of the saved manuscript, she has already sent it to the editor by email. It seems that I don't plan to make any more revisions, and the whole person is very helpless, "I said you are so good, why do you like to write tragedies so much, this is too boring... You are really a person."

"Actually, this book had a happy ending at the beginning." The young lady who held the mouse and clicked and drew casually said such a sentence without raising her head.

It made Lao Xia startled, quite surprised, "Then why did it change to this in the end?"

"Because everyone knows that the ending of this book must be Dzogchen." The eldest lady sighed, "So if it continues like this, won't it be too boring?"

Lao Xia was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"That is to say, if it is suddenly changed to a tragic ending, it will be more deeply rooted in people's hearts." The eldest lady danced and gestured twice, and explained, "It will suddenly bring some visual impact... I am not good at those technical terms. I understand it too well, but to put it simply, it is easier for people to remember and more novel, right?"

"To sum it up, it means that it would be more fun to write like this." In the end, Li Xia put an even more unconscionable attribute on his particularly unconscionable behavior.

It made my father almost unable to recover for a while, "...What do you mean, pure, just for fun?"

"To put it bluntly, isn't that all that's left of the bad taste between the authors?" Li Xia rolled his eyes, then spread his shoulders quite resentfully, "What else can there be?"

This time Lao Xia was really completely stunned.

He opened his mouth wide, and even the cigarette butt in his hand floated to his feet, but he still hasn't recovered.

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When the old man came back to his senses, he stood up rather depressed, patted the cigarette ash scattered all over his leg, and flicked the cigarette end into the ashtray, then looked at his family with resentment. The eldest daughter who was worried, "Are you hungry? I've been working overtime so late... Shall I make you something to eat?"

"I don't need you to cook food, just make a bowl of instant noodles for me." The eldest lady said something very righteous.

Dad's cooking skills are simply at the level of dark cooking. If you want him to add a meal for yourself, you can go straight to Hexi after eating this meal.

Lao Xia grinned, as if he was dissatisfied with such a Mai Tai.

But helplessly, the eldest daughter is the project tonight, so she can only run to the kitchen quietly and get busy with work cautiously.

The mother has already fallen asleep, if she is woken up by accident at this point, then no one will know what she will do accidentally.

When the eldest lady was left alone in the whole study room, she stretched herself, jumped up from the chair, and moved her body with difficulty.

After the event was over, I saw that the email showed the words that it was sent successfully. After clicking on the reminder message, I couldn’t help but feel more at ease. At least the manuscript was handed in, and she will not be in charge of the next review. .

But speaking of which, the publication date mentioned by the magazine is almost approaching, and the young miss pinched her fingers to do the math a few times before, probably when the dream of juvenile literature has not yet published the ending, it has already begun. issued.

The underlying meaning is that if you want to read the latest and most complete version, you can pay an extra [-] yuan to buy the physical book, and you're done.

It has a treacherous meaning unique to businessmen!

The release date is probably around the 20th of this month, and it will be almost the middle of the month. It is estimated that after the final exam is over and before the winter vacation comes, the editorial office will start to settle accounts Book publishing achievements.

I don't know what kind of waves this novel that once caused a sensation in that world can turn out?

Although judging from this period of time, it is not as influential or sensational as in the previous life, but it is the first book published by the eldest lady, and its commemorative significance is still very profound.

Although most of them were copied by her...cough.

Do not mention the above point!

This book, at least in this era, can be regarded as her eldest lady, with a plot carefully set up step by step, typed out by hand word by word.

Anyway, it can be regarded as half a book of my own, right?

It's better not to think about this kind of thinking... The eldest lady suddenly feels guilty for no reason, what is going on with this strange feeling that the more she comforts herself, the more she feels shameless?

Although he was still thinking wildly, his subordinates were not idle anyway. After clicking twice randomly, they actually opened the book friend group of the old man.

Li Xia was stunned, feeling that it was not good to peek into other people's privacy, but still clicked in to have a look.

It was the Shuyou website created by Dad who serialized a well-behaved urban novel on the Qixing website before.

It's a novel with no special features, and there are not too many people in the book club at the moment, even a little bit, there are only a dozen or so people online in the middle of the night, and there is no one to chat with, making everyone dead almost.

However, I clicked on the previous record at will and looked at it, and I also talked about Dad's new book.

Since Dad was on hiatus after updating the online article, and "Dream" was published in a physical magazine, Dad didn't inform the group of book lovers to read it. It's so confusing, but it seems that Father Xia has disappeared in the past few months. It's interesting to be suspected of being lazy. What I want to face is that the book group will occasionally mention this matter.

"I said that it's been more than two months since Lao Zhou, and I haven't seen him write a new book, and there are no bubbles in the group, so it can't be TJ, right?" One of the book friends said so.

"No way? I probably went on a trip, and I might come back in a few days." Another book friend continued, "But speaking of it, I really miss Lao Zhou, at least I still read that book. Very comfortable."

To be honest, Lao Xia's own writing style is really not very brilliant, and the plots he writes are also very mediocre and have no special features, so there are such comments, which can be regarded as a compliment.

Whether a book is popular or not has its own reasons. It may be that there is no Bole, or it may be bad luck, but looking at those divine books that are popular all over the Internet, none of them are mediocre. This is the era The truth about the web literature.

Naturally, there were quite a few people who followed suit, but there were also some who poured cold water on them, and those who spoke sarcastically made a few harsh words at the side. Such situations were common in that era of outspokenness.

"TJ can't say for sure. And Lao Zhou's writing is not very good, it is far worse than those great masters, isn't it, and his own grades are not good, so don't be too easy for an eunuch like a writer or something... "

There was a lot of chatter, and Li Xia couldn't help frowning.It seems that such a mouth player keyboard man is rare in any era.

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"Daughter, the noodles are ready." At this moment, Lao Xia brought a steaming bowl of noodles to the eldest lady's computer desk.

The eldest lady was quite aggrieved at first and wanted to pick up the keyboard and fight that black fan for [-] rounds, but now a scent wafted over, and she couldn't help swallowing.A truce for now.

Although the old man is not good at cooking, at least the instant noodles can be eye-catching.

After all, the materials are all ready-made, so if it is not done properly, he will just throw himself into the lake and kill himself.No one will care.

But Li Xia couldn't help rolling her eyes when she heard her father yelling, "When will I be your daughter? I told you not to shout, bastard."

"Can't you accept the reality?" Dad Xia couldn't help laughing, "It's been such a long time, isn't it as repulsive as before?"

The eldest lady lowered her head, feeling a little helpless.

Indeed, as my father said, many times after being treated as a girl, she is not as violent as before.