"Wan'er, Yan Xi, keep your eyes on me. When someone comes to call me."

"Good!" Liu Wan'er and Xu Yanxi answered with one voice.

Su Xinyan went there with Xiao Wu. Xu Yanxi rubbed Liu Wan'er's arm, "sister Wan'er, how many people here every day?"

"I don't know. I come less. I'm usually at home, but every time I come, it's almost the same."

Xu Yanxi is very envious. "Sister Yan has brains. I don't know what will happen if I do it. I can only read novels and write novels. I can't even cook by myself. I'm sure I can write them. But if I'm allowed to do it, it's really hard for me."

Xu Yanxi sighed, but did not see Liu Waner's eyes. "Yan Xi, what is a novel?"

Fiction

"A novel is a small book, with long or short stories in it."

"It's a little book of that kind." Liu Waner has heard of it before, but has not seen it.

In ancient times, there were small books of that kind, but for those literati and scholars, they all thought that they were some books that were difficult to get into the elegant hall. They didn't like to read them, but whether they were read in private or not was unknown.

Xu Yanxi thought about it and nodded. "Yes, that's the one. Before me Well, I wrote it myself. "

Xu Yanxi is a housewife in modern times. She occasionally goes out to do odd jobs to earn some money, but she seldom goes out.

Her source of salary is to rely on writing novels, others write love hate love and hatred, she is on the contrary, she is some of the fantasy or ghosts ah, this kind of just need to have a brain can, like that kind of love hate love and hate, she dare not touch, who let her up to now have no love.

It's not that she doesn't want to, it's that nobody likes her, and she doesn't like people either.

Because she has been writing novels, for those outside people, she has little contact, less contact, naturally there will not be so many people to let her know, a lot of times, she can only chat on those penguins or prestige, but more or more in her own author area.

When she said this, her eyes suddenly brightened. "Sister Wan'er, what do you think if I write that kind of small book and print it out for everyone to buy?"

In fact, this is also a way to make money, but Xu Yanxi just passed through and didn't understand it. In addition, Liu Waner, who was not really familiar with it, was asked. After a long discussion, Xu Yanxi got an answer that he might not be able to.

Xu Yanxi thought that she was also a runner, but Su Xinyan was so powerful that she could only play soy sauce. She felt frustrated.

Su Xinyan saw Xu Yanxi's expression and looked at Liu Waner's helpless expression. She was puzzled. "What's wrong with you? What kind of expression is that? "

"Sister Yan, I just asked sister Wan'er if I could write a small book and then print it out. Sister Wan'er said it might not be very good. I was a bit frustrated. Thinking that you are all so capable, I can do nothing by myself."

Su Xinyan suddenly thought that some of the TV dramas or novels she had watched before would occasionally have the kind of walkers writing the plot of novels.