Hong Kong Entertainment: The top class starts with great writers

A Qiang thought about it and asked a few new words first. Gillian never showed off when teaching him, so she immediately translated these new words into English and told him:

"A kite is a kite, a sauna is a sauna."

Aqiang repeated it in his mouth, and after confirming it was correct, he opened his mouth and sang: "I want to be a kite, dancing with wind——"

It's hard to believe that after he translated it into English, he could still keep the tune that He Jiao sang just now.

"...The fish was taken away by a girl, her name is jiaojiao!"

He Jiao: "..."

Aqiang repeated the last sentence three times with the same magic power before stopping.

He Jiao gently beat him on the back, saying "hate" with every punch.

Aqiang just laughed and said nothing. When the little fisting finally stopped, Fang asked: "When will Miss He teach me? I don't want to study but just want to sleep?"

He Jiao stared at his generous back and snorted: "Now I only love studying so much that I don't want to sleep. Do you want to study?"

Aqiang laughed and said: "Learn! How dare you not learn? If you don't learn, won't you be beaten again?"

Gillian raised her delicate fist again in annoyance, but Aqiang suddenly added with a happy heart: "As long as you teach me, I will learn it!"

Then, the little fist turned into the palm of his hand, like a butterfly, landed lightly on Aqiang's back, and instantly turned into a hot iron, burning his internal organs to the point of turning into fly ash.

……

Song Huanxi paused and was very satisfied with the paragraph he had just written. He is right when he writes without drinking. When writing reaches a state of selflessness, he will naturally become one with the character. What he has mastered at this time will surely be a masterpiece!

She yawned, and she didn't know it until she stopped. She felt sleepy as soon as she stopped writing.

It's as if when I'm writing, my whole person is sealed. Fatigue and sleepiness are all blocked in various parts of my body, and I've lost contact with my excited brain.

As soon as they stopped, they broke through the blockade and ran to the brain to complain.

As a result, fatigue quickly swept through my body.

Song Huanxi did not put down her pen after all. There were only two sections left before the plot she had conceived in her mind. It was best to finish it in one go today.

She yawned and continued writing:
Neither of them spoke anymore, and Gillian's hand did not leave Aqiang's back.

He felt her palms were burning, and she felt his back was hot.

Just when both of them were about to melt, the car finally arrived downstairs at Gillian's house.

This is a three-story building with a single courtyard. At this time, the lights on the second floor are still on, and a figure is looming behind the window.

Aqiang silently handed the car back to Gillian. He looked up at the figure upstairs and said gently: "Hurry up, my aunt is waiting for you."

He never asked to sit in the small building, and Gillian never invited him.

This seems to be an unspoken secret between the two.

Aqiang knew that there was a huge gulf between their family backgrounds. His only idea was to learn English, successfully become a third officer, go out to sea for a few years, save up capital, and come back to do some business——

If everything goes well, in ten or eight years, he will have a foothold in the port city where every inch of land is at a premium.

If things don’t go well——

Aqiang didn't dare to think about it.

Even if it goes well, it will delay He Jiao's youth for nearly ten years. How can he say it? !

Therefore, Aqiang always bid farewell to Gillian downstairs. When saying goodbye, he stayed far away from her, showing enough gestures to tell the people upstairs that he had no wrong intentions.Gillian waved goodbye to him, knowing that if she didn't push the cart in first, the fool wouldn't leave. Gillian pushed the cart and turned around to go home.

As soon as she opened the door, the lights came on. Her mother, dressed in a cheongsam, sat on the sofa and said with a gentle smile, "Why don't you invite me to come in and sit for a while?"

He Jiao's face changed, and she coughed. While coughing, she said hurriedly: "I look like a tuberculosis person, why do you invite people in here?"

Mother He on the sofa immediately changed color, stood up hurriedly, walked quickly to He Jiao, and asked in a loud voice: "Did you not take the medicine again?! Where is the medicine?"

Saying that, He's mother stretched out her hand and touched He Jiao's body. He Jiao smiled bitterly and slapped her mother's hand away: "Ahem, I ate it, cough cough, otherwise, cough, why would I come back at this time, cough! "

After a series of coughs, she finished speaking intermittently, and then started a new round of coughing. Seeing He's mother feel distressed, she hurriedly helped He Jiao sit down and brought warm water to feed her.

After sitting quietly for more than ten minutes, He Jiao finally stopped coughing, but she was exhausted and her clothes were soaked with sweat.

She put her hands on both sides of her body, stood up with difficulty, and smiled weakly: "I went up to take a shower and go to bed. You should go to bed early."

He's mother looked at her worriedly and stretched out her hand to help her, but He Jiao dodged her.

When she got upstairs, there was already a beautiful figure waiting for her quietly.

……

Song Huanxi wrote for a while, roughly counted the number of lines, estimated the number of words, and came to a satisfactory conclusion: This serialization is just right here!
This is what she was taught without drinking. If there are ten burdens, nine can be shaken out, and the last one must be kept until the next day!
Only in this way can we whet the appetite of readers!

Song Huanxi deeply believed that - as long as it didn't involve Miss So-and-so, he was a good teacher and friend, and every word he said benefited her a lot.

She yawned, looked at the clock, and jumped up immediately: It was already one o'clock in the morning!

Fortunately, she washed up as soon as she got home. Song Huanxi thought for a while, and Chen Jiazhu's friendly appearance in the new chapter was better to give the little girl a surprise.

To prevent the second child from having a sneak peek, she put the manuscript away and stuffed it directly on the bookshelf - there was only one place in the house where the second child never moved. Yes, it was the bookshelf that even bad students hated!

When his body crashed down and his back made close contact with the bed, all the cells in Song Huanxi's body cheered and cheered, celebrating the arrival of the national rest night.

She slept so soundly that night that she almost missed the morning bus, especially when her second son grabbed her and asked her where the manuscript from yesterday was hidden!

Hey, can't the second child be a quality reader like Cai Baiwei?

Mr. Baiwei never asks for updates!

Song Huanxi complained in her heart, knowing that she could no longer control the second child by moving out her homework, so she simply said: "You can set up your own stall on the weekend! I have to rush to write, so I don't have to worry about you!"

Song Huanyun's eyes suddenly widened: "I'm going to participate in a singing competition on Sunday. It's not like you don't know!"

Song Huanxi didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly.

Song Huanyun finally reacted belatedly and stamped her foot: "Okay, I'll just stop reading!"

Song Huanxi corrected her: "It's not that I don't urge you, it's that I don't look at it."

Song Huanyun rolled her eyes: "I won't urge you!"

……

The fight with the second child made Song Huanxi a little late. Fortunately, she was already familiar with the driver. The driver waited a few more minutes and finally waited for her.

As the driver started the car, he couldn't wait to talk about the gossip: "Did you hear that Lin's arch-rival is coming to our company!"

Good morning!