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Qiao Mu was preparing to publish some of the well-written book reviews in the newspaper. By the way, he urged Wushuang to write quickly. One hundred thousand words is definitely not enough to update, and it seems that it will be cut off every day.

Qiao Mu can guarantee that if he really wants to finish the first [-] words, it will be over, and the letters that will be sent to the newspaper like a snowflake will be cursing letters.

It's busy now, and my friend Guan Zhixing came to the door. Qiao Mu looked at the friend who came to the door without saying hello in advance, and asked curiously: "Aren't you a busy person who is busy looking for inspiration for the next play? Why do you think of me here?" coming?"

Guan Zhixing sat directly opposite Qiao Mu, and said with expectant eyes: "Old Qiao, can you show me the full version of your biography of Qi Miaoying?"

Looking at his friend's expectant eyes, Qiao Mu understood that another one fell into a trap, he raised his eyebrows,

He happily took out Wushuang's manuscript from the drawer, and said: "This is not easy, just show it to you."

Guan Zhixing took the manuscript and looked at Qiao Mu with some doubts. He always felt that something was wrong. He knew his old friend too well, and he was very narrow-minded.

It stands to reason that if he came to ask, the other party would definitely ask some very weird requests, how could he agree so readily.

Looking at Guan Zhixing's puzzled eyes, Qiao Mu lowered his head and continued to write a reminder letter: "Don't worry, there are no traps. If you are worried about my prank, you don't have to read it."

Guan Zhixing picked up the manuscript, and his desire to continue reading gained the upper hand, and he said directly: "Who says I don't want to read it, I will read it right now."

When I opened the manuscript, I saw a row of smooth and flowing characters. Guan Zhixing is a calligraphy lover, and seeing these characters made his eyes shine.

He blurted out a compliment: "Good writing, judging by the strength, the author must be quite old, no wonder he can write such a good story."

This point is consistent with Qiao Mu's opinion: "At the beginning, I only read this story because of the good writing.

I don't know what kind of person would be able to write such good characters and stories? "

After Qiao Mu finished speaking, he didn't hear his friend's echo. He looked up curiously, only to find that his friend had already read it with relish.

Qiao Mu shook his head, lowered his head and continued to think about how to word the letter. First, he praised the well-written story, then increased the remuneration, changed the thousand words to twenty, and hinted that you should continue to update.

Qiao Mu was talking, but his thoughts were interrupted by the hand of his friend on the opposite table who suddenly knocked on the table in front of him.

Qiao Mu looked up, and saw his friend looking at him with dissatisfaction, and urged: "Hurry up, give me the manuscript below.

I told you that you would not be so good. This is to show me half and leave the other half. No, you have kept a good half of this plot. Come on, if you have any requirements, give me the manuscript first. "

Qiao Mu spread his hands and said, "You really wronged me. The author of this story has contributed so many articles. You have seen all of them."

Guan Zhixing's first reaction was disbelief: "Don't be ridiculous, who wrote half of a novel, quickly give me the rest of the story."

Qiao Mu sighed, sent the reminder letter in his hand to his friend, and said innocently: "I really didn't lie to you, don't you see that I am also reminding you."

Guan Zhixing looked down at the reminder letter carefully written by his friend, and finally believed that what his friend said was true.

Guan Zhixing put down the letter and looked at Qiao Mu: "I knew you were uneasy and kind, and you are going to pull me down even if you fell into the pit yourself. Why didn't you tell me that this story is not over at all."

Qiao Mu spread his hands: "I just told you it's not over yet, so can you resist watching the rest?"

"I……"

Guan Zhixing got stuck and didn't know what to say, because his friend was right, even if he knew the story wasn't over, he couldn't help but read it.

Guan Zhixing directly patted the letter on the table, picked up the pen and said, "I'll help you write this reminder letter. Look at the bureaucratic writing you wrote. It's not the place to flatter you. Look at me."

Qiao Mu cheered in his heart, when it was done, he knew that as long as his friend read the story, he would definitely not be able to resist offering to help, saving himself from asking for help and being teased by the other party.

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Wushuang's busy writing routine finally came to an end after a month. After mailing out the manuscript and leaving a new address, he was in the mood to pay attention to the changes at home.

During the period when she was immersed in writing, Li Wuyou helped everyone in the family make three clothes.

I have to say that Li Wuyou's aesthetics is very online. She seems to know what kind of clothes a person should wear. The clothes she makes perfectly fit her personality, revealing her strengths and covering her weaknesses.

Wushuang looked at the girl in the mirror with her skirt fluttering and her beauty improved to a higher level, and praised: "Sister, your craftsmanship is really good, I really like this dress."

Mingxia who was dressed like a little fairy next to her was also looking at herself in the mirror, and when she heard Wushuang's compliment, she complimented her: "Mom is amazing, and the dress is so beautiful."

Ming Xin and Ming Yang were also well-dressed, but these two little men had no concept of whether their clothes were good or not. They only knew that clothes without patches were good.

Li Wuyou wasn't very confident at first, but after receiving Wushuang's unstinting praise, he couldn't help but say with joy, "Wushuang, do you really think the clothes I made look good?"

Wushuang nodded affirmatively: "Of course, sister, let me tell you that your clothes are designed like a professional fashion designer."

Li Wuyou thought that Wushuang was only praising her so much because she was her younger sister, so she didn't care and said, "It's not as good as you said, and I haven't learned how to design clothes, so how can I compare with other fashion designers? Can't compare."

Seeing that Li Wuyou didn't care so much, Wushuang immediately took Li Wuyou's hand and looked at her with a very serious expression.

"Sister, I'm serious, sister, do you know that you are a talented player, you seem to know how to design clothes to help others maximize their strengths and avoid weaknesses.

So sister, I thought maybe we could open a storefront that makes custom clothes for people.

Sister, you can give full play to your strengths and design and make clothes for customers. "

Seeing Wushuang being so serious, Li Wuyou finally knew that Wushuang really thought she was very good at making clothes.

However, Li Wuyou was still a little worried about the business method that Wushuang said: "But, I am not well-known. If I open such a store, people will recognize me, so don't worry about letting me make clothes for them?"

Wushuang smiled, and said affirmatively to Li Wuyou: "Sister, you don't have to worry about such trivial matters as opening a store, how to let people know your ability, just leave it to me.

Next, I will buy some expensive fabrics and books on this subject, sister, you have to learn how to distinguish expensive fabrics and how to make clothes with these fabrics.

Then do it yourself and make some clothes. This will be a long process. Sister, you must have confidence and be able to learn these before you can talk about other things. "