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Chapter 35 Please Call Me Miss Yixiao (Part [-])

"The group of thieves in the hall were stupefied, and some of them were ashen-faced, cowering in a corner, not daring to move."

Song Huanxi put down the newspaper and stared at a group of regular customers. The overcrowded noodle shop was quiet.

After a while, the guests woke up like a dream, brother Asheng blinked: "No, no more?!"

Song Huanxi picked up the newspaper in his hand and looked at it again, and read out the four small characters at the end of the article: "To be continued."

Brother Asheng sighed regretfully, bowed his head and took a big mouthful of noodles, but felt that the taste was like chewing wax.

It was still A Shuibo who was old and smart, and begged: "A Huan, read the passage just now, okay?"

The part just now?

Song Huanxi followed good example, found the end of the article, and read it: "The group of thieves in the hall were stupefied, how many—"

Just after reading a sentence, A Shuibo interrupted: "It's not this! It's the part where the beautiful girl appeared in front!"

"Really, my old man must be so clear!"

All the acquaintances burst into laughter, expressing that everyone wants to hear the beautiful girl appear again!
Song Huanxi was also amused, apologized repeatedly, and read it again: "Suddenly there was a clear and crisp laughter...Xing Huang'er shirt, white silk around the waist, autumn water as a god, long eyebrows on the temples, walking step by step with a smile!"

Ah Shuibo smiled happily when he heard this, and asked again and again: "Do it again, do it again!"

Song Huanxi laughed dumbfounded, and read it three times in a row before satisfying the regular customers.

The guests immediately started a heated discussion: Is the little dragon girl more beautiful, or the new Lian Nishang!

This is also the recent repertoire of Chi Kee Wonton Noodle House.

The beauties in The Legend of Condor Heroes, who originally only had good wine and coffee, were for everyone to comment on. Fortunately, Mr. Cha is skilled in writing, and the female characters he created each have their own strengths, and the number is sufficient.

Lu Wushuang's cousin Cheng Ying, Li Mochou's master and apprentice, Huang Rong's mother and daughter, plus Xiaolongnv, this book alone is enough to make a list.

Naturally, Little Dragon Girl is the undisputed top beauty list.

When Song Huanxi announced the beauty of London yesterday, Winnie, relying on the extra points of exotic beauties, went all the way, surpassing a group of divine beauties, and went straight to the second place on the list.

Today, the Jade Raksha in Mr. Liang's new book, practicing neon clothes, has won the favor of many people as soon as he appeared on the stage, and even has the stance to compete with Xiaolongnv!

Song Huanxi smiled and watched the frequent discussions among regular customers, but she was a little worried. When she read Mr. Liang's new work, she didn't mention the name of the new work. "The White-haired Witch"...it should be okay, right?

Speaking of tension, two regular customers actually stood up and held up their noodle bowls to face each other. Whoever wins will be the winner of the beauty pageant.

There was a lot of voices in the noodle restaurant, but Song Huanxi was in a trance for a while, as if she had become an outsider, an outsider, watching all kinds of things in this world of mortals.

She knows every regular customer like the back of her hand, no matter who she falls on, she can tell the past experience of the other party in detail.

Song Huanxi has no doubt that at this moment, as long as she is given a pen, she can write the past stories of any regular customer, at least a thousand words!

A realization suddenly flashed in Song Huanxi's mind: This is what Mr. Fine Wine and Stories said, let's write from familiar people and things!

Mr. Wine and Story, really gave her a bowl!

A rice bowl!
It depends on whether she can use this rice bowl, it's coming!
As for her pen name, looking at the lively fireworks in front of her, she also had an idea, why not just call Hong Chen a smile!
The world of mortals is rolling, and life is full of vicissitudes, all of which are just a book written by the author, Bo Jun smiled.

Switching to an actor also makes sense: the red dust is rolling, life is full of vicissitudes, it is just a play, Bo Jun smiles!

The more Song Huanxi thought about it, the happier she became, and she wished she could go home immediately, mention it to the end of the letter, and then tell Mr. Meijiu and Stories. From now on, she will make Hongchen laugh!

With anticipation, the time is hard. In addition, regular customers are talking about novels, and they refuse to leave after eating noodles, and they just sit on the chairs and chat.

Closing today is later than usual!

Song Huanxi tidied up quickly, received today's wages, more than twice the usual amount, but her mood was not on the extra wages at all, and she strode home.

Song Huanxi finally realized when he was about to get home. Today, the street lights were brightly lit, and none of them went out. When did the municipal maintenance in Hong Kong City become so efficient?
This thought flashed through his mind, and Song Huanxi had already gone upstairs.

As soon as the door was opened, the second child who was sleeping on the table was startled awake. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, "Sister, why did you come back? I managed to put Wenzai to sleep."

Song Huanxi's heart softened, and he said softly, "It's closed late today, but I made a little more money, so I'll give you a piece. If Wen Tsai is hungry, I'll buy him some cakes."

Song Huanyun immediately turned her face: "Eldest sister is so biased! That Wenzi is eating, should I watch!"

Song Huanxi: "..."

Damn soft, you can't be polite to your second child!

She stuffed the money to the second child with a blank expression: "You have fifty cents, Wenzi has fifty cents, all right, go to sleep now!"

"If you don't sleep, bring your homework and check it for me!"

Song Huanyun ran back to her room in a hurry: In order to avoid being checked for homework, she didn't even rub her bed today!

The dick!

Song Huanxi snorted softly, and the good mood she had just returned was almost destroyed. After she washed her hands, sat down at the table, and saw the untouched letter paper, she felt better.

Carefully add another sentence at the end of the article:

"I have decided to use the pseudonym Hongchen Yixiao—"

After a pause, Song Huanxi continued to write: "You can call me Miss Yixiao, please don't call me Miss Hongchen."

When the final payment was made, Hong Chen smiled.

When putting away the letter from the other party, Song Huanxi caught a glimpse of a line of small characters on the back of the envelope: You and I were never meant to be together, it all depends on this self-addressed envelope, hahaha!
Song Huanxi froze for a moment, thought for a while, there are still a lot of stamps at home, and the wine and Mr. Story's pointers are very useful——

She simply took out another envelope, wrote her address on it, put a stamp on it, and stuffed it together like last time.

After writing the letter, Song Huanxi laid out the pen and paper, and tried to create again.

The topic has already been thought of, and it is called the story of the wonton shop.

"Wonton noodle restaurant is opened in an unknown street in Hong Kong City, and every day we welcome people to and from it, and some people always get tired of the taste and go to find a new love."

"There are always a few old customers, even though they are already tired of eating, because they are used to blowing water with each other, they linger here, and they must come every day."

Song Huanxi imitated the writing method of the popular martial arts novels, first two words of greetings, and then enter the main topic.

"Brother Ah Sheng is one of the regular customers. His real name is Cai Changsheng. According to him, it's because the brothers and sisters in front of him didn't stand up. When I came to him, my father got angry and named him Changsheng."

"Otherwise, his name should be like my father's Cai Agou, or my elder brother's Cai Aya, or my sister's Cai Amao, a cheap name that is easy to support."

　Decades later, Song Huanxi looked at the late-night cafeteria and smiled at Guo Yunchen: Isn't this the book I played with?
　　Guo Yunchen: Then do you want to make a guest appearance?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)