Chapter 28 I have a story to fight with

Author: Lost Dragon

Chapter 28 I have a story to fight with

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

Song Huanxi decided not to drink alcohol anymore.

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

She took a deep breath, and now she was ready to create a romantic love story like a London beauty.

She took out a pen and paper. There was not a single ink dot on the snow-white paper. The Parker pen that originally belonged to her father was also well preserved. The nib was shiny and new. She believed that the writing would be as smooth as ever.

Then--

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

Even if there was nothing, it was not certain that a black top hat or a black umbrella would occasionally come to her mind.

Song Huanxi took a deep breath. The curtains fluttering in the wind must have disturbed her thoughts!

She stood up, took a rope, and carefully tied the curtains, making sure that Feng, that frivolous guy, could no longer take away the beauty behind the curtains.

Sitting back at the table, Song Huanxi picked up the pen again with great satisfaction——

What is she going to do? Oh, write a novel, what novel?

Wait, the table seems a little dirty.

Song Huanxi stood up again, took a rag and wiped the table carefully. He even dug out a piece of pink plaid cloth and spread it on it. It looked elegant and clean.

Okay, this time I’m sure my thoughts will flow!

Wait, the floor seems a little dirty!

…

After repeated attempts, Song Huanxi finally confirmed that she could not write a single word.

At this moment, she admired Chen Shuguoshui extremely. How did he write so many words?!

The key is to connect these words together to form an unforgettable story!

Song Huanxi simply put down the pen in her hand and picked up the newsletter at hand. She could almost recite Chen Xiao's "Beauty in London", and her eyes subconsciously drifted to the side -

Hey, asking for friends - notice?

Song Huanxi spread out the newspapers, stacked one by one in the middle, and there were more than a dozen recruitment notices.

Nowadays, it is popular to make pen pals, communicate with each other about each other's lives, pour out sorrows, and share joys - she has heard a thing or two from her classmates, but she is busy with her homework and has no time to do this.

Now--

She thought, is there a pen pal with whom she can exchange writing experiences?

Song Huanxi immediately looked at them one by one:

I am a male and I like girls. Please enclose a beautiful photo. I will not reply without a photo! I am a sports student at the University of Hong Kong!

Song Huanxi: "..."

It's really simple and crude.

She moved directly to the next item:

Who can share this long night together, who can share the beauty of the bright moon, a cup of tea, and wait for the good news.

This is so artistic!

Not to her liking, Song Huanxi shook her head and continued to look down:

I have a bottle of fine wine and a bucket of stories. If you want to hear the story, please drink a glass of fine wine first. Junche and I will talk 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, so he should be very good at telling stories!

Paper and pens were all ready. Song Huanxi picked up the Parker pen. This time, she finished it in one go:

"Hello, Mr. Wine and Stories, I don't know your real name, so I can only call you this."

"I wanted to write a good-looking story, but when I started writing, my mind went blank and I had no idea how to start."

"You have a fighting story, can you teach me a lesson?"

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

The other party does not live in Kowloon. The address is Yuen Long, New Territories. I posted it today and it will probably be mailed out tomorrow. If I want to reply, I will probably have to wait until the day after tomorrow.

Before, my father worked as a ghostwriter for a period of time, specializing in writing family letters for illiterate people. He had a lot of stamps stored at home, which came in handy now.

After Song Huanxi finished writing the letter, he found a two-cent stamp from his father's collection, found the envelope, affixed the stamp, and stuffed the letter inside.

She hesitated for a moment and did not seal it immediately. Instead, she took out a new envelope, neatly wrote her address on it, affixed the stamp, and stuffed it into the envelope as well.

The mailbox was a bit far from home. Song Huanxi stuffed the letter and keys into her handbag and hurried out the door - counting the time, her second sister and younger brother were about to be back from school.

After the letter was mailed away, Song Huanxi felt relieved. It felt so uncomfortable to be unable to write!

It’s simply a matter of trying to make something out of nothing!

Okay, 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 as usual and delivered it to Wine and Story one day earlier than she expected.

When we got home, the second sister had taken her little brother to school. The second sister, who had always regarded studying as a bad thing, was lying on the table, concentrating on reading the express!

Song Huanxi suddenly thought that there were several scenes in Chen Xiao's London Beauty that were inappropriate for children, and she immediately rushed over——

Song Huanyun raised her head when she heard the noise, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with yearning: "Sister, what are scones? What do waffles look like? They all look delicious!"

Song Huanxi: "..."

Forgot, the second child only has eyes for eating.

She expressionlessly took the newspaper out of her old hands, thought for a moment, took out her scissors, and cut out the story "Beauty in London" from the express newspaper.

Nowadays, there are also people who collect anecdotes from newspapers, cut them out, paste them on paper, and make them into newspaper clippings. This way, they make a book, which you can read every day and it will be full of interesting news reports.

But Song Huanxi purely wanted to save this article about London Beauty. After she cut it out, she looked around and realized, well, it would be safest to put the 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 falls under the family law.

After carefully stuffing the palm-sized newspaper clipping into the pages of the book, Song Huanxi casually put the Household Law back on the bookshelf.

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

Jurisprudence, who has a lot of money, supports Mrs. Ren on the left and Winnie on the right. He can be called a scholar winner.

Song Huanxi simply cooked a meal, and with the bacon, the second child no longer disliked the salted rice. The three siblings all had round bellies after eating it.

Instructing Ayun to keep an eye on her little brother at home, Song Huanxi hurried to Chiji.

After watching Chen Xiao's "London Beauty", she was greatly inspired and already had a plan for reading newspapers in the evening.

The laundry owner and the roast duck restaurant owner didn't quarrel today. As the weekend approaches, everyone's business has improved a lot. They are busy making money and have no time to fight.

Arriving at Chiji soon, Song Huanxi got busy with the familiarity of the road. In a blink of an eye, most of the regular customers had finished ordering. Song Huanxi went to the table in the corner out of habit:

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

Lu Xingbang nodded.

… When you do your homework, are you like Song Huanxi writing a script?
Chapter completed!