Later, according to the Ningchun Banquet, the past few days when the prince was not there. After 5 years, Wang Zixu came to the gate of the new reward magazine, and found that the magazine had a new look.

In other words, rejuvenate.

When the prince entered the door, he printed a footprint on a piece of paper and picked it up, but it was a fan written to the little prince. The content above was unsightly.

The magazine agency is very respectful to the handling of fan letters. Even if it is shocking, it will be a high -end cabinet. The reason why this fan letter is flowing to this is of course, it is not special treatment.

The prince looked at it. Except for the ground, all the places that could stack the manuscript were full of the manuscripts of white flowers. They were spectacular, and they complained that the workload was saturated silently with their own volume.

In this environment, some manuscripts that are too late to clean up are popular in the people, and they are also original.

The prince folded the letter and then explored.

In addition to the manuscript that is ubiquitous, he also perceives a pure social animal grievance, and he is like the mountains and the sea.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" The prince asked Lu Qingxuan's face to ask, "Did you be beaten?"

Lu Qingxuan stared at him with two eyes swollen: "Yes, beaten, jumped up by the garbage manuscript."

The bags under the eyes of Lu Qingxuan's eyes, like two curved small ditch, densely covered with eyeballs, dry skin and rough skin, obviously staying up late, making the flowers be out of color.

"Can the manuscript be hit? What manuscript, I will help you go back."

Lu Qingxuan was not in a mood to be poor with the prince, and leaving his face coldly. Looking at her back, it seemed that he was asking the prince for a few days of leave.

Diao Yiwen came over with a manuscript in her arms, and the opening was counting the number:

"Why did you go these days?

"So I'm here."

Wang Ziyu perfunctory her, looking for Ningchun Banquet, and finally found her figure behind a paper pile of paper.

Her jade looks better than Lu Qingxuan's flowers. The hair is messy, and the thin and tight small nose bridge is on a pair of glasses. It looks like a crazy female scientist. It just scolded in her mouth.

"I can't stand it, what magazine, don't do it! Close! Flash! Slip!"

The prince walked over and said, "If you go down, give me a salary first."

Ning Chun Ban looked up and saw him, as if seeing the savior, but in a blink of an eye, he looked coldly and waved his hand like driving the flies:

"I still count on you two days earlier, you are here now, it's the same as that of the cup of water."

"The situation has reached this point?"

"Do you think?"

"Even if there are more drafters, only one period of magazine, why is it so busy?"

Ning Chun Ban extended two slender fingers: "We have two sets of solutions. If the manuscript of the little prince can come, we choose a set of drafts; if we can't come, we will choose another group."

"Why?"

"Human relationship! You don't know how many authors, break your head and want to board the same period as the little prince. I can't help it."

The prince smiled: "Is this succumbing to vulgar? This is not like you."

Ning Chunyan knew that he was learning her to speak, and glanced at him in vain:

"If people are really vulgar, it is okay, the key is that there are really a lot of writing. If you log in with the little prince, you can save a very godly" New Award "."

The prince looked around and looked around, pretending to ask inadvertently: "The manuscript of that little prince is cast?"

Ning Chunyan shook his head and swayed his head: "I haven't read it today. There are so many manuscripts on hand, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

After a moment, the weirdness came from the manuscript:

"God! The manuscript of the little prince came here!"

The prince retreats, and Shi Shiran went to his seat, pulled away the manuscript piled on his chair, sat down and made a cup of tea for himself.

Lu Qingxuan and Diao Yiwen hurriedly passed by with him, gathered beside Ningchun Banquet, and had a mouthful of tongue, and suddenly became a mess.

"Print it out, print it out, look ..."

"Don't print it, just look at it directly on the computer, I can't wait ..."

"I mean to open first, then print ..."

"Print 3 copies!"

Lu Qingxuan turned to look at the prince: "Do you just take a look?"

Prince drinking tea: "After you see it for a while, I will watch it after watching it."

"This is the manuscript of the little prince, you don’t want to read it for the first time?"

"The manuscript will not run away, and it is the same to watch it early and watch it."

Lu Qingxuan waved his hand and did not plan to ignore him. Looking back at the manuscript of the little prince.

The title of the manuscript reads: "The Year of the Festival".

Nympho

When people die, they will leave the legacy. I am my mother's legacy.

No one told me how to be a high -quality heritage, just as no one told me to bid farewell to the remains to wait until 3 days. Before that, there was a process called Shouling.

The next night, I flipped out of the fence of the funeral home and fell into a ditch. Later, I knew that it was not a ditch, that was Feng Shui Lake.

Feng Shui Lake, divided into yin and yang, Zhen Shaqi sets the Qiankunbao Ping'an. Chen Hanbing told me that fortunately, I fell into Yangtan, there was no water in it. If I fell into the Yin Lake, I drowned it. This is the role of Feng Shui Lake.

Then, then

Chen Hanbing also told me that most people would not run out of the funeral home when they defended the spirit, let alone run to the door of the cemetery to pick up the firecrackers and play. If anyone comes out, I will be scared by me half to death.

In my opinion, Chen Hanbing is a woman who likes to naggle and has a little magic. My reasons are as follows:

First of all, there is no water in Yangtan. This is not the Feng Shui Pond that keeps me. If it really wants to keep me, it should not be there.

Secondly, the reason why she did not pick up the firecrackers and played it, because the firecrackers she wanted to pick up were picked up by me. If she could put it, she would not say such fart.

Sure enough, after I divided the firecrackers, the two of us played very happily. The old man who guarded the tomb came out in a military coat at night and was scared by the two children.

That was the first time I saw Chen Hanbing. I saw her the second time, at my dad's wedding.

Nympho

Nympho

After reading the manuscript, Ning Chun Yan took a deep breath like a floating underwater, and then greeted Lu Qingxuan and Diao Yiwen's eyes and found that the other party and himself were equally excited.

"How about it?"

"A word to cover it: God."

In addition to "God", it is difficult for Ningchun Banner to describe this manuscript in other words.

"I haven't seen such an interesting story for a long time," Lu Qingxuan wiped a tears on the corner of the eyes with his fingertips.

"No wonder the little prince is so confident in this story. Before his manuscript was posted, I couldn't figure out how to do what he said.

Diao Yiwen said: "I think the little prince will continue to strengthen his romantic settings, and there are many gorgeous sentences or romantic history in the novel.

Ning Chun Yan glared at her: "Your understanding of the little prince is very shallow. Well, the little prince is quite serious about the novel.

Everyone looked at Wang Zixu, and the male still looked at the manuscript with his legs leisurely.

People say that when a coser is most confident, when he has makeup on his face, even if you are usually everyone, you can bloom the queen -like style.

For a writer, there is nothing than writing the work to be praised and refreshing. If so, it is to praise your group of people who do n’t know it ’s written.

Wang Zixu experienced the joy of Coser at this time, at this moment is the most confident moment in his life. He only wanted to make the rainbow fart more.

There are no virtual throws in the past 5 days. The sweat worked hard in that small rental house is not in vain.

Ning Chun Ban said: "Hey! Let's finish it, let's take a look. Well written."

Wang Ziyu bowed his head for review: "Wait for me to read this manuscript."

"No, don't try it, you don't have enough time to take leave a few days ago? Not bad at this time, come to learn the writing skills of the little prince of others."

"How about the writing skills of the little prince?"

The prince did not have time to answer. The last sentence was Xiao Mengyin said. Everyone looked up at the door.

Xiao Mengyin's body was like the vampire who was in the dark Chinese suit, standing at the door, and arranged a complex and gorgeous skirt, lowered his head and walked in.

"The manuscript of the little prince is handed over so soon? He wrote so fast."

Ning Chun feast wrinkled her nose.

"What are you doing?"

"Why not, just stroll around."

Ningchun Banquet uses his fingers to know, this is a false.

Xiao Mengyin is a very strong purpose of doing things and never "stroll around". If I meet her at the door of the supermarket, it means that there is a special price, and it is still unprecedented.

Sure enough, Xiao Mengyin immediately stared at Ning Chun Ban's laptop, and he came up with no calmness.

"What do you write, let me see."
To be continued...