Hong Kong Entertainment: The top class starts with great writers

Chapter 28 I Have a Story

Song Huanxi was filled with emotions, picked up the newspaper, and read Xiao Chen's "Beauty in London" for the third time. She quickly grasped another important point: Robert was drunk, Winnie was drunk!

Song Huanxi decided not to drink alcohol in the future.

Song Huanxi read it two or three times before putting down the newspaper.

She took a deep breath, well, she was ready to brew a romantic love story like a London beauty.

She took out the pen and paper. There was not a single ink spot on the snow-white paper. The Parker pen that belonged to her father was also in good condition. The nib was shiny and brand new.

Then--

Her mind was blank, just like the blank paper in front of her!

If there is nothing to say, it is not sure, a black top hat or a black umbrella will occasionally float in her mind.

Song Huanxi took a deep breath, the wind must have blown the curtains fluttering, disturbing her thoughts!

She stood up, took a rope, and tied the curtain carefully, making sure that Feng, a frivolous guy, could not take away the beauty of the curtain lightly.

Sitting back at the table again, Song Huanxi proudly picked up the pen again——

What is she going to do?Oh, write a novel, write what novel?
Wait, the table looks dirty.

Song Huanxi got up again, took a rag and wiped the table seriously, and even found a piece of pink plaid cloth and spread it on it, looking elegant and clean.

Alright, this time I will definitely be able to have a spring of Evans!

Wait, the floor looks a little dirty!
……

Repeatedly, Song Huanxi finally confirmed that she couldn't write a single word.

At this moment, she admired Chen Chaoguoshui very much. How did he write so many words? !

The key is to connect these words together to form a memorable story!

Song Huanxi simply put down the pen in his hand and picked up the bulletin at hand. She could almost recite School Chen's London beauty, and her eyes subconsciously drifted to the side——

Hey, soliciting friends—a notice?
Song Huanxi spread out the newspapers, stacking them one by one in the middle, and there were more than a dozen notices asking for friends.

It is popular nowadays to make pen pals, communicate with each other about life, share bitterness, and share joy—she has heard a thing or two from her classmates, but she is busy with homework and has no time to do these things.

now--

She wondered, do you have any pen pals with whom you can share your writing experience?

Song Huanxi immediately looked over one by one:
I am male and I like female, please attach a beautiful photo with the letter, I will not reply without a photo!I am from the Department of Physical Education of the University of Hong Kong!

Song Huanxi: "..."

It's really simple and rude.

She goes straight to the next one:
Who will share the good night in the long distance, who will share the reward with the bright moon, a cup of tea, and wait for the good news.

This is so artistic!
Not to her liking, Song Huanxi shook his head and continued to look down:

I have a bottle of fine wine and a fight of stories. If you want to hear a story, please drink a glass of fine wine first. I will talk with Junche until dawn!

Song Huanxi's eyes lit up instantly, this is it!
Her current problem is that she can't tell stories. This person is so confident and boastful, he should be good at telling stories!

Paper and pens are all ready-made, Song Huanxi picked up the Parker pen, this time, she did it in one go:
"Hello, Mr. Wine and Story, I don't know your real name, so I can only call you that."

"I wanted to write a good-looking story, but when I wrote it, my mind went blank, and I didn't know how to start."

"You have a story about Dou, can you teach me about Yisheng?"

When writing a letter for the first time, Song Huanxi didn't know what to say, so he only asked his own questions.

The other party doesn't live in Kowloon, and the address is Yuen Long, New Territories. If you post today, it will probably not be posted until tomorrow. If you want to reply, you may have to wait until the day after tomorrow.

Before that, Abba worked as a ghostwriter for a period of time, helping some illiterate people write home letters, and the family kept a lot of stamps, and now it just comes in handy.

After Song Huanxi finished writing the letter, he found a two-corner stamp from his father's collection, found the envelope, put the stamp on it, and stuffed the letter into it.

She hesitated for a moment, and instead of sealing it immediately, she took a new envelope, wrote her address neatly on it, pasted a stamp on it, and stuffed it into the envelope as well.

The postbox was a little far away from home, Song Huanxi stuffed the letter and keys in his handbag, and hurried out the door—calculating the time, the second sister and younger brother are coming back from school soon.

After posting the letter, Song Huanxi was relieved, feeling unable to write, it was too uncomfortable!
It's like trying to make something out of nothing!
Well, now the pressure is on Mr. Wine and Story.

Song Huanxi didn't know that as soon as she left, the postman emptied the mailbox routinely, and the delivery time was a day earlier than she expected.

When I got home, the second sister had already taken the younger brother to school, and the second sister, who always regarded studying as a bad way, was lying on the table, looking at the bulletin intently!

Song Huanxi suddenly thought that among School Chen's London beauties, there were a few episodes that were really inappropriate for children, so she rushed over immediately——

Song Huanyun, who heard the movement, raised her head, her almond eyes sparkled, and she looked longingly: "Sister, what are scones? What do muffins look like? They all look delicious!"

Song Huanxi: "..."

Forget, the second child only has food in his eyes.

She took the newspaper from the old second-hand with a blank expression, thought for a while, took out the scissors, and clicked the story of the London beauty from the express.

Nowadays, there are also people who specialize in collecting anecdotes from newspapers, cutting them out, pasting them on paper, making newspaper clippings, and making them into a book, which is full of interesting news reports when they are usually read.

Song Huanxi purely wanted to save this article on London's beauty. After she cut it out, she looked around. Well, it's safest to put important things on the bookshelf.

Song Huanxi moved a chair and picked out the family law from a pile of law books: Once a marriage is concluded, it naturally belongs to the family law.

Carefully stuffing the palm-sized newspaper clipping into the pages of the book, Song Huanxi casually put the family law back on the shelf.

Next to family law is jurisprudence, and further ahead is civil law.

The rich and powerful Jurisprudence, with Mrs. Ren on the left and Winnie on the right, can be called a scholar winner.

Song Huanxi simply cooked the rice, and with the bacon, the salty rice was not disliked by the second child, and the three siblings ate it until their stomachs became round.

Asking Ayun to take care of her younger brother at home, Song Huanxi hurried to Chiji.

After reading School Chen's "Beauty in London", she was greatly inspired, and she was ready to read the newspaper at night.

The owner of the laundry shop and the owner of the roast duck shop did not quarrel today. As the weekend approached, everyone's business improved a lot. They were busy making money and had no time to fight.

Soon after arriving at Chiji, Song Huanxi started to get busy with his familiarity. In a blink of an eye, most of the regular customers had finished ordering, and Song Huanxi habitually went to the corner dining table:

"Mr. Lu, or a cup of coffee?"

Lu Xingbang nodded.

　... Do you do your homework, are you like Song Huanxi writing a script?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)