"Ah." The girl instinctively screamed out in panic.

Liu Jingting immediately took three steps back, his face distorted, and he apologized: "I, I, I have no other meaning, that I want to see what you did."

Liu Jingting reacted so not because he really felt that this was so sinful, but because Mi Hu was holding a spatula in his hand.

The misty kitchen, the violated girl, the hot spatula, this combination of scenes and these props instantly inspired the plot of the crime novels in Liu Jingting's mind.

"Sincerely, apologize again, completely..."

"Are you finished writing the outline?" Mihu asked in frightened expression, his expression returned to normal.

"Uh, um." Liu Jingting nodded suspiciously.

"Put the eggs on the table, go out and write the beginning, and write as much as you can." After Mi Hu said that, he turned around and continued to cook, leaving Liu Jingting with an unpredictable and profound back.

"Okay, I'll go out now."

Liu Jingting, who sat on the sofa again, suddenly savored the shocking kiss. The touching softness was really unsatisfactory. "Pa" Liu Jingting slapped his forehead, "Damn, what are you thinking?"

After adjusting some emotions, I began to write the beginning of "Seven Swords Under the Tianshan Mountains". The story still starts with a poem - a message to the eight-tone Ganzhou:

I have been wandering around the rivers and lakes for ten years, and I have been walking in the sky. I have been chanting with the streets of the copper camel alleys, and my feelings are misty, and my thoughts are leisurely! I have a cold wine and poems that are broken, and the dreams are broken, and the southern country is in the clear autumn. I look at the sword sadly, and there is nowhere to call the boat. The roads of the old world are far away. I ask who keeps Chu Pei and plays the shadows in the middle of the world? Count the heroes and children, and they are sad about the past and present. It is hard to get rid of the lamps and the tents of the tent, and the short-lived hatred is hard to stop! I am used to drifting away, golden swords and iron horses, and burying the deserted hills!

In the clear autumn of the south, a bright moon approaches the sky. When the time comes, everything is silent. Only the general of Hangzhou is still laughing and roaring.

That night was the eve of the time when the Hangzhou General Miss was in charge. The General was a bannerman, with a surname named Nalan, and his name was Hideyoshi. He was one of the heroes of the founding of the Qing Dynasty. He followed Dorgon into the pass and fought for more than 20 years before he was promoted to the position of General General of Hangzhou. His daughter, whose name was Minghui, was named Mingxi, was known as the true one, and was known as the royal family for her beauty and intelligence. Her father had no children, but this one was only a girl. She was really as precious as a pearl in her hand. She had hired two teachers to teach her since she was a child, and she practiced martial arts during the day and at night, and was a talented woman who could both civil and military affairs.

...

After writing this paragraph, Liu Jingting straightened his waist, and then he realized that Mi Hu had been standing next to him at some point, staring at the computer screen with his eyes, and he was speechless.

"The meal is ready?" Liu Jingting asked with a smile.

Mihu didn't answer him, and murmured: "Count the heroes and children, and they are sad about the past and present. It is hard to get rid of the lanterns and the tents, and it is hard to stop hating them! Liu Jingting, no, Gu Yongsheng, how did you think of these sentences?"

Liu Jingting smiled and said, "I call these all the gifts God has given me."

In fact, Liu Jingting once asked this question. At that midnight dream, he saw Guo Jing with the seriously injured Huang Rong on his back, confused and confused, and his heart was in a state of great excitement. He saw the heartbreaking rainy night when Qiao Feng accidentally killed Azhu; he saw Yang Guo's sad roar when he stood on the heartbreak cliff; he saw Lian Nishang's black hair turn white overnight... He also asked this, how did they think of these sentences and these stories?

Now he understood that this was God's gift, and it was really God's gift, so he had to treat it well and he wanted to let these stories come back to the light of day.

"Can I make a request, no, can I ask?" Mihu's eyes moved away from the screen and fell on Liu Jingting.

"you say."

"Every time I'll send it to me first, I want to be the first to see the story."

Liu Jingting smiled and said, "You are my editor-in-chief. You should have done this. Can I also have a request?"

"You said." Mihu said seriously.

"I'm hungry and want to have a meal."

"Ah?" Mi Hu didn't expect that Liu Jingting made the request, "Yes, we can have dinner." As he said that, he turned around and entered the kitchen, with his back facing Liu Jingting, the expression on Mi Hu's face was full of wonderful expressions, and he couldn't help but silently recite: "Little brat, little brat, little brat..."

Liu Jingting smiled relaxedly, saved the document, got up and went into the kitchen to help.

This was Liu Jingting and Mi Hu. The first time she had a meal with a opposite sex alone, the meal was held very harmoniously. Liu Jingting did not expect that Mi Hu's cooking skills were no less than her eyesight for reviewing manuscripts.

"I created this dish." Mihu said, pointing to the fried pork with bean curd, fungus, on the plate.

"Uh, this, it seems, before..."

"You want to say you've seen it, right?"

Liu Jingting nodded.

Mihu smiled mysteriously, picked up a mushroom from the plate and said, "I have added extra mushrooms."

“…”

"Please give me a name?"

Liu Jingting blurted out: "It sounds like it's for children..." When he said this, he suddenly realized something, so he quickly lowered his head to eat, and then changed the topic as if nothing had happened: "Just call it Xiangerzhu, which is also original?" Liu Jingting pointed at another plate with chopsticks and asked, which was a combination of eggs and minced meat.

"This is not, this is a dish I saw in a fast food restaurant. I'm so honored to try it back and you're ate it the first time I made this dish."

Liu Jingting nodded and said, "It looks very appetizing. Well, this ball of minced meat and two bright eggs wrapped around them can be called 'bright and honest'." After saying that, a large piece was picked up.

"Generally speaking, the dishes I have seen can imitate seven or eight layers. This is the talent I inherited from my grandma, just like you write." Mihu said proudly.

"I have a story in my mind. The heroine in it is very good at cooking. She also cleverly used this expertise to help his boyfriend learn great skills."

"Really, what's the name of the heroine?"

"Yeah, Huang Rong."

"Huang Rong? Well, this name is a bit ordinary, not like the heroine in a martial arts novel."

Liu Jingting smiled and said, "I will make this name the most famous heroine in martial arts novels in the future." Thinking of a certain moment in the future, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was about to be released, Liu Jingting couldn't hide his excitement in his heart.

"I believe this. This is called returning to nature. Now the protagonists in the novel are all named in the same style and fancy. You can basically know the level of the book by looking at the protagonist's name."

Liu Jingting nodded in agreement.

"By the way, I'll bring the contract here too. When you take it back, you still need your parents to sign this."

Liu Jingting nodded in agreement.

"Why do you look unconcerned? Are you not curious about the contract?"

Liu Jingting thought to himself that the total value of novels in his mind could be comparable to the total value of GDP in a small country throughout the year. How could he care about the contract issue of a book? The most important thing is that he felt that a writer should still be a little noble, even if others think it is hypocritical, there must be a little.

He looked at Mi Hu sincerely and replied, "I am a minor, I have no idea, just tell me."

Mi Hu said: "The Dragon and Tiger Fighting Jinghua" pays you a royalty fee based on the heavy-duty newcomer's manuscript fee, which is 500,000 words, and "Seven Swords" starts with 500, but it will be increased as appropriate according to the results. If the later is compiled and published, the royalties will also be paid to you according to the newcomer, usually 8% to 10%. If the results are good, you can give 12% or even 15%."

Liu Jingting listened carefully, and in order to express his interest, he casually asked: "Who is the most royalty in the best-selling book industry now?"

Mi Hu said with a "questionable expression": "Of course the highest ones are Xue Muliang and Han Shuo, but Xue Muliang is now the boss, and he is basically doing his books himself. He can get at least 20%. Han Shuo's words are close to this number, but in fact this is still linked to the number of books sold."

Liu Jingting nodded "um" and then said, "I hope I can fight with them in the future."

"You want to compete for the throne of the best-selling king?" Mihu asked interestingly.

Liu Jingting shook his head and said, "That's meaningless. It's just to scare them." When he said this, Liu Jingting smiled mischievously, "Look, when they are interviewed, they always show off the stinking look of "will be Ling Jueding, you don't accept it", or "If you have the ability, your books sell more than me." So, when they stand on the highest peak and look down on the world, I suddenly came out from behind the peak and scared them. Isn't it fun?"

Mi Hu also smiled. She naturally knew the meaning and difficulty of what Liu Jingting said about "scaring them" and how difficult it was. However, on the one hand, she was very confident in her own eyes, and on the other hand, she saw that Liu Jingting didn't care when she said these things, she became even more convinced that Xue Muliang and Han Shuo and even the entire publishing industry would be shocked by the naughty boy in front of her.

After dinner, the two talked about the plot of "Seven Swords Under the Tianshan Mountains", and then Mihu installed the contract and the laptop together and handed it to Liu Jingting. Liu Jingting took the black computer bag and asked with a smile: "Thank you, Sister Xiaomi, a year later, I will give you an apple."

"How do you know my name?"

"When I went online that day, didn't I look at your ID card, Comrade Hu Xiaomi."

The young woman who was half-baked and had a good impression of each other, calling her name directly is definitely an ambiguous thing. Hu Xiaomi or Mi Hu stood at the entrance of the community for two minutes after Liu Jingting left, in a daze. He called his name and he also plundered his first kiss. He is so hateful, so how could he grow up?

The abominable Liu Jingting was sitting in the back seat of the taxi at this time. He was in a particularly good mood today. When he thought of Mi Hu's panic, angry, and happy appearance, he couldn't help but want to laugh. The taxi driver in his thirties glanced at Liu Jingting from the rearview mirror and commented in his heart as an experienced person: "This kid is a typical bored boy."

When Liu Jingting returned home, before he could rest, his mother told him a message: "The editor-in-chief of "Children's Literature" just called you and said it was an appointment, and I agreed for you."

"Mom, you..."

"My son is the best, mom is proud of you." Mom kissed his forehead lovingly and left with a smile.

That's right, she has another capital to show off to her neighbors and colleagues, but she is busy again, which is really a scam.

Liu Jingting rubbed his forehead, pondered for a moment, and said to himself: "Where does fairy tale, fairy tale, start?" At this time, he suddenly heard a sound in the cabinet. Is it a mouse?
Chapter completed!