In the afternoon, the fifth class, music class, sixth class, physical education class.

During physical education class, Lin Zijie directly used his strengths again and fled over the wall.

Lin Zijie returned to his aunt's house again, but there was still no one at home. Lin Zijie came to Qin Xue's room, turned on the computer, checked the novel, and actually had a collection. Click 78, and the recommendation was still zero.

After a casual chapter was uploaded, Lin Zijie continued to type on the keyboard. After a while, Qin Xue returned home and walked to Lin Zijie, but he had no idea.

Qin Xue did not disturb Lin Zijie, but just stood behind Lin Zijie and watched him typing. The more he read, the more shocked he felt. Lin Zijie wrote like a magical thing, and some sentences kept appearing in the document. These sentences were quickly combined, and there were no typos, no contradiction, and even very smooth.

"This? How is this possible?"

Qin Xue was so shocked that she thought about her essay for the 3,000-word essay, searching for her dry intestines, and practicing again and again. Compared with Lin Zijie, Qin Xue sighed that she was not as good as her. How quick is this to achieve such an effect?

"Dongdongdongdong..."

Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded, bringing Qin Xue back to her senses from the shock. Qin Xue turned around and walked out of the room, came to the door, and opened the door.

Outside, there were two beautiful women about 35 or 36 years old, one of them was Qin Xue's mother Huang Mei'e. As for the other, she was wearing a light green silk shirt and had a pretty face, but a little wrinkles and dark circles were hidden between the corners of her eyebrows, but the temperament emitted by her whole body was a kind of strength and ability.

Qin Xue was unfamiliar with this beautiful woman and didn't know her.

"Xiaoxue, this is Aunt Chen Fang, my mother's former junior and high school classmate!" Huang Mei'e introduced

"Hello Aunt Fang!" Qin Xuelihua smiled and said politely

"Well, Huang Mei'e, your daughter looks very similar to when you were young. She is so carved out in the same mold. She is so beautiful!" Chen Fang praised.

"Haha, time is gone forever. Ruhua's age is gone. Don't talk about it. Chen Fang, go in and sit in first. We haven't seen you for many years. After graduating from high school, I didn't expect you to work in Hanjiang City. Today you bought clothes in the store, and I almost recognized you! You must treat you well today!" Huang Mei'e said with a smile like a flower.

"Yes, it's been almost twenty years since I graduated from high school. I didn't expect you to remember me,?"

"Of course I remember, don't forget that we lived in the same dormitory back then, and you helped me so much? How could I forget you? By the way, where are you working in Hanjiang now? What career do you do?"

"Haitian Publishing House is the editor-in-chief!" Chen Wangfang said

"Publishing House? OK! When you had such good academic performance back then, you knew that you would definitely have a promising future. You can't find a decent job, so you have found a husband. You have been working in a small company for more than ten years, and you are still a small supervisor!"

"Haha, I feel better if you are so ordinary. I am a editor-in-chief of the publisher. I reviewed the manuscripts every day, and I was so tired that I was so tired of dying!"

………

The two talked happily, walked to the lobby of the room, sat on the sofa, and talked for a while. Huang Mei'e ordered Qin Xue to go shopping for vegetables, while she herself made a cup of fragrant tea for Chen Fang, and the two started talking again.

"Chen Fang, what have you done since you graduate?"

"I first studied at Jingmen University for four years, and then went abroad to study. After returning to China, I worked in Haiyun City for three years, and later worked as a reporter for two years..."

Chen Fang talked happily, Huang Mei'e listened carefully. She hadn't seen each other for many years, so there were naturally many topics. After talking about it for a while, Huang Mei'e started cooking in the kitchen.

Chen Fang was free, so she tasted the sweet tea and stood up, looked at the house environment, and wandered around.

She first came to Lin Zijie's bedroom, looked around, and then came to Qin Xue's bedroom. The door was open. As soon as she walked in, she saw Lin Zijie sitting in front of the computer typing, and her eyes frowned: "Hey, does Huang Mei'e have any son?"

After murmuring, Chen Fang walked behind Lin Zijie, spoke in one place, and stood behind and watched.

"Are you writing an essay?" Chen Fang looked at the computer screen and saw black words. She was already a text lover, especially liked some beautiful sentences and wrote them down. Now she saw Lin Zijie writing an essay, and couldn't help but get closer and read it.

When her Qiu Shui looked at the sentences above, she knew that she was wrong. She was not writing an essay, but actually writing a novel?

At such a young age, you actually started writing novels?

Suddenly, Chen Fang became interested and watched more seriously. Lin Zijie didn't know that there was someone behind him watching him typing, because he was completely immersed in typing at this time. Oh, it should be said that he was very "lucky" to carry.

"What a smooth novel? It's flowing, mature and sophisticated, not gorgeous but elegant, and is elegant and popular? Is this written by Huang Mei'e's son? It seems to be younger than his own son, as old as my daughter, right?"

Chen Fang was secretly shocked. Lin Zijie had already finished coding two chapters at this time, saved the chapters, stood up, and prepared to take a rest. As soon as he turned around, he was shocked and looked at the beautiful woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. What did Lin Zijie think he was a neighbor? After searching the original owner's memory, he found that there was no memory at all.

Who is she? Is she my aunt’s friend?

Looking at Lin Zijie who was stunned, Chen Fang smiled and said, "You are Huang Mei'e's son? Are you writing a novel just now?"

"Well, I'm writing a novel. I'm just writing and having fun. But I'm not Huang Mei'e's son, but her nephew?" Lin Zijie said politely.

"Oh? I just read it. The novel is very well written. Young man, keep cheering!" Chen Fang nodded, praised her and turned around and walked out of the room and returned to the living room.

Lin Zijie followed him out, went to a bathroom, and returned to his room, turned on the system, logged in, and began to look at the latest chapters of the books he was chasing.

After reading it, I found that there were not many updated chapters. Lin Zijie was preparing to read the book "Rebirth of the Great Literature" that was popular some days ago.

After reading more than ten chapters in one go, I found that the situation of the protagonist in it was similar to that of him, and the route he took was similar, but his way out started with physical publication, while he was on the Internet.

Lin Zijie also thought about publishing novels at the beginning, but first, the publishing house received a lot of manuscripts every day, which was difficult to pass. Second, he had invested in the publishing house before, but was shot several times, so he didn't have much hope for publishing.

Just like the "Sanched Gate" written by Han Han, a best-selling novel was shot. Even if Lin Zijie takes the best-selling publishing novels on earth, he may not necessarily publish them in a publishing house. He can only wait until he rises on the Internet, and then the publishing house looks for him and publishes it like this when he wants to publish it.

………

Qin Xue bought a lot of vegetables and returned home, and cooked with Huang Mei'e in the kitchen. Not long after, the fragrance dissipated and filled the room. A table of delicious food was placed on the dining table in the hall.

"Qin Xue, go and call Zijie out for dinner!" Huang Mei'e said

"He should still write novels in front of the computer? I'll call him right away!" Qin Xue walked towards his bedroom and found that Lin Zijie was not there. She immediately came to Lin Zijie's room, opened the door, saw him lying on the bed, standing at the door, and said, "Cousin, have you eaten?"

Lin Zijie looked at the novel "Rebirth of the Great Writing Master" and had already smelled the fragrance of the dish, and was salivating. He stood up and said, "Well, I understand!"

After walking out of the room, we came to the dining table. A total of four people sat down around the dining table. Qin Xue served the rice for everyone, and the four of them ate with relish.

Huang Mei'e took a bite of vegetable, chewed it, and said to Lin Zijie: "Zijie, are you still writing novels? You are fifteen or sixteen years old now. Don't think about these unrealistic things. You should pay attention to your studies!"

"I understand, aunt!" Lin Zijie nodded perfunctorily, how could he ask him not to write novels?

Chen Fang interrupted, "Mei'e, you can't say that, it's a good thing for young people to have dreams! How could this be an unrealistic thing?"

Huang Mei'e said: "You don't know. My husband was also thinking about being a singer because of these things. I don't know how much youth he spent. I just advised him to waste less time on this?"
Chapter completed!