When Zhou Fan came over with a guitar, Zhang Yang was dictating in the study. He greeted Fang Qianxue and Zhang Shouyi, then ignored Zhang Wei and came to the study, and said in surprise: "Hey, when did you buy a computer?"

"Just bought it for a few days."

Zhang Yang kept typing and asked casually: "How is your driver's license?"

"Tomorrow's Ke II."

Zhou Fan approached his side, "What are you doing?"

"Writing a novel."

"ah?"

Zhou Fan's eyes almost popped out, "What can you write about? A thousand and one night in a secret love for Lin Yiran?"

"Get out, I haven't seen her three years ago."

Zhou Fan came over and read the contents on the screen: "Everyone smiled and watched the two fight each other. But when Huang Rong's upper body was still moving, her long skirt was hanging down, her body was as if she was floating on the water... Are you really writing a novel? What is this, is martial arts?"

"Well, the name is "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". It is serialized in the Hanchuang Literature Journal. You can buy one every week to support it."

"Really or not?"

Zhou Fan looked suspicious of life, "When did it happen? I am still your brother, don't know a word?"

"You know now."

"Do you have one at home? Let's take a look."

"You ask my dad to go."

Zhou Fan immediately got up and put the guitar on the computer desk, "I brought you the gift. Warn you, I will give you a 50% discount. It's easy to save some pocket money, but before I could catch a girl, I hit you all, why did you pop up the sound of me?"

"Don't worry, I'll write you a song."

"Just blow it."

Zhou Fan left the study and Zhang Shouyi found the treasured journals of the Wenchuang Literature. Zhou Fan did not forget to reconfirm and asked: "Uncle, did Zhang Yang write it?"

Zhang Shouyi said "Ah!", "Your aunt and I didn't believe it at first. His grandfather even tried him. He said that he was a big hero and a little hero, and he was very wise..."

Zhou Fan took those issues of newspapers and stopped going back to the study. He sat on the sofa in the living room and read. He loved martial arts since he was a child, but most of them watched TV series. He really didn't read a few novels. He originally thought about what Zhang Yang could write, but when he saw the opening paragraph "Qiantang River is vast and river water...", he couldn't help but "Damn" and looked up at Zhang Wei next to him: "When did Zhang Yang have this writing?"

Zhang Wei rolled his eyes and said, "My brother is not you."

Zhou Fan curled his lips and continued to look down. He looked at the first two episodes in one breath. He heard Zhang Shouyi urged Zhang Wei to get the cake before he realized the passing of time. He also heard that Zhang Wei actually wanted to get the cake by himself, so he decisively took the newspaper from the third episode and hid in the toilet and looked at it.

Zhang Yang finished dictating the ninth chapter. Half a table of dishes had been placed on the dining table in the living room. Zhang Wei had already brought the cake and collected clothes on the balcony, but he didn't see Zhou Fan.

He shouted twice before he heard Zhou Fan responding in the bathroom. After a while, he saw this guy holding the newspaper in one hand and holding the bathroom door in the other, standing there in a strange posture.

He said curiously: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Fan had a constipated expression on his face and said in pain: "Squatting for too long, your legs are numb... How did you write this novel? Where did you write it? Why didn't I see Huang Rong appear?"

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes and said, "The latest serialization is only the fourth episode."

Zhou Fan moved step by step towards the sand and asked, "How many times have you written?"

"Don't worry about the first time I write it, let me say it first. No one is allowed to say this. Of course, your dad is definitely not in the confidentiality scope, but it's best not to let my uncle tell you."

Zhou Fan looked at it, saw Zhang Wei put away his clothes and went back to the room, and whispered: "Don't you show off to Lin Yiran?"

Zhang Yang said "stop" and said, "What's there to show off this trivial matter?"

"It's useless for you to show off with me."

Zhou Fan sneered, "Since I haven't been able to help you last time, I have decided not to interfere with your two things again..."

This matter is really mentioned once, Zhang Yang wants to hit him once, and Zhou Fan also knew that he was in the wrong, so he went back to the sofa to continue watching "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Zhang Yang went back to the study and picked up the guitar given by Zhou Fan. He was the first time he touched the guitar in his two lives. He didn't understand the brand material at all, so he felt that one side was brown and the other side was a bit ugly, but after trying to dial it a few times, the tone was pretty good.

He already has a certain knowledge of music theory, but he really has no confidence in his talent. But after a few tweets, he found that he could clearly distinguish every note. He even fumbled and debugged it for a while, and even tuned the note and ground to be very accurate at least he sounded very accurate.

He couldn't help asking Luo Shen: "Do I really be a musical genius who was delayed by writing?"

"Um."

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, "What did you say?"

The God of Luo will no longer respond.

Zhang Yang was used to being criticized by her. She always felt that the word "日" had other secrets, but after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't come up with any tricks. The word only had three uses: question mark and ellipsis. She was obviously a period just now, so what else could it mean?

"Your "Yeah" meant yes, right?"

"Um."

"...Can you change the affirmative approach? Why do I always feel weird?"

"oh."

"Well……"

This seems even more strange...

Fang Qianxue quickly called him for dinner, and the five of them sat around the table. Zhang Shouyi and Fang Qianxue said that Zhang Yang was eighteen years old, and they were somewhat moved!

Zhang Shouyi was not good at expressing himself, so he asked his wife to say that Fang Qianxue looked at her son and said, "From today, she is an adult. You should have your own ideas and plans. You can write novels and learn music, but don't affect your studies."

Zhang Yang nodded, Fang Qianxue hesitated for a moment and said, "If there is a girl you like, if you really like it, don't hesitate. Sometimes it is a lifetime regret if you miss it. But remember one thing, you can pursue a girl, but first, you must have backbone. If you can't force things to do, you can't ask for it. Second, don't affect others' study and life, it's too selfish."

Zhang Yang was a little moved and nodded and replied, "I understand, don't worry, mom."

Fang Qianxue said: "That means, do you really have a girl you like?"

Zhang Yang: "…"

"Is it the girl who gave you a gift in the afternoon?"

Zhang Yang: "…"

The silver-gray business car with the Tuanlong logo stopped outside the courtyard door. Su Hui opened the car door and the driver drove away. She pushed open the courtyard door, walked through the courtyard with faint fragrance of flowers, stepped onto the stone steps in the sunset glow, and walked into the first-floor living room that had not closed.

Lin Canghai sat on the sofa next to the coffee table, holding the newspaper in his hand, and was fascinated by the sight, but he didn't even notice that his wife was going home.

Su Hui hung the bag on and recognized her husband's hand as a newspaper of Hanchuang. He smiled and said, "Secretary Lin has a lot of things to do every day and doesn't even care about returning home. Do you still have time to read novels?"

Lin Canghai looked up at his wife, took a photo beside him, and smiled and said, "The recommended by Mr. Wang is quite interesting. Oh... Where did Zhang Muzhi come up? The pattern is not ordinary."

Su Hui did not answer and asked, "Where is Yiyi?"

"I'm playing the piano upstairs."

Lin Canghai put down the newspaper and lowered his voice and asked, "When I came back, she was about to go out and said she would send a contract to her classmates. She was carrying a gift bag in her hand... Did you tell me who did you see?"

Su Hui sat down on the sofa, "You won't ask yourself?"

Lin Canghai said helplessly: "I'm still angry with me, I didn't dare to call her... It seems you know?"

Su Hui smiled and said, "It's just her deskmate, who chatted with your baby girl before the holiday, saying that poetry can be played as a show, so she selected a group of people to compete for poetry accumulation and understanding, which is quite creative. When I was watching TV some time ago, Yiyi mentioned it casually, and I talked to Momo and said it casually. As a result, she told a friend again, you should have an impression, Chen Feng."

Lin Canghai thought for a while and said, "The Office Director of Huaxia Satellite TV?"

"Just she, but she has been promoted to the deputy station."

Aunt Kong, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the movement and looked up. Seeing that they were chatting, they went into the kitchen to cook again.

Su Hui continued: "She thought this idea was good, so she came up with 10,000 yuan to buy this idea, but your daughter refused to agree and said that no one could take pictures without the permission of others."

Lin Canghai laughed and said, "Program creativity belongs to the category of ideas, but not in the category of intellectual property protection."

"But your daughter doesn't agree."

Su Hui sighed and said, "Chen Feng can't be serious with her. After all, the price has tripled. Only then did she finally agree to help ask the boy's opinion."

She said this and laughed again, "I asked her to ask two days ago, she kept dragging her. I was wondering. I heard you say that, I should be waiting for someone to give me a gift today."

Lin Canghai looked carefully at the stairs, but saw no movement, so he lowered his voice and asked, "I won't fall in love early, right?"

Su Hui thought about it and shook her head, "It shouldn't be possible. Some time ago, the boy confessed to her on her birthday, but she refused."

Lin Canghai looked at his wife suspiciously: "What did she tell you?"

Su Hui said: "It has been mentioned."

Lin Canghai immediately leaned back and looked like he was about to draw a clear line with his wife. "You are peeking at her diary again? I will be discovered by her again this time, so I won't take the blame... Don't say that you don't want to make any decision!"
Chapter completed!