Fooling students

The photo of Sang Yijia being discharged from the hospital could have been posted, but someone cut it off halfway.

Sang Qiwen's people had been following Sang Zheng and the others. When they discovered the paparazzi, they stopped them with their car and deleted all the photos.

The paparazzi finally took the photos. They originally wanted to make a big splash, but in the end they had nothing, so naturally they were unhappy.

"Jiayang Technology Company?" A reporter looked at the information found on his mobile phone, "It only has two small video software, what can it do?"

"Then what to do now?"

The photos are gone, so we can’t just talk nonsense, right?

"What's the matter? I can go back and take two photos later, and I can still write about it." The reporter in charge of the editor was not afraid of trouble at all. "It will be up to the netizens to believe it or not."

"Let's go." The reporter who took the photo put away his mobile phone, "A small company that has not yet been listed does not dare to go against our company."

"Write it however you want."

The third editor who had been silent for a long time raised his eyebrows and said, "Go back and ask the editor-in-chief."

"Think about that Rolls-Royce." Most people can't afford it.

Suddenly, the air seemed to freeze, no one spoke, it was as if one could hear each other's breathing.

——

Sang Yijia rested at home for three days. During this period, no special hot searches came out, and she also began to prepare for her retirement.

Before she started reading, Sang Yijia also had many hobbies, such as making handicraft videos.

At this moment, Sang Yijia bought a lot of ultra-light clay online, and the delivery address was over there in the apartment.

After staying for two more days, Sang Yijia wanted to move back.

It's natural to be comfortable at home, but it's really difficult to do anything else.

In addition, Sang Yijia opened her laptop to create a new outline and planned to write a short story for submission.

The place where the article was submitted happened to be Sang Qiwen's company.

A short play only needs 30,000 to 50,000 words, and each chapter only needs 700 to 1,000 words.

Sang Yijia watched it for a while, locked the user of the short video, and then started typing on the keyboard.

"Jiajia hasn't come out for most of the day." Sang's mother started counting the time after lunch, "Did you take a nap?"

"Let's see in the afternoon." Sang Zheng felt sleepy easily after a meal, and he couldn't help but yawned, "Look, Jiajia has been fine these past few days."

"Then it must be okay."

Sang's mother disagreed, "The third child said that although Jiajia's physical examination was healthy, there were no signs of her last coma."

Isn't she worried that Sang Yijia will fall into coma again?

Sang Zheng hugged Sang's mother, "It's okay."

"Let's not scare ourselves."

Mother Sang moved her lips, thought for a while but said nothing.

…………

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Sang's mother took another look at Sang Yijia's room, but Sang Yijia was still nowhere to be seen, "No, I have to take a look."

This time, Sang Zheng did not refuse.

As soon as Sang's mother got up, the door of Sang Yijia's room opened. She looked up and saw Sang Zheng and Sang's mother standing at the entrance of the corridor, "Mom and Dad, what are you doing here?"

“Is the simulated Titanic looking at the sea from the bow?”

Sang Zheng, Sang Mu: "..."

"Jiajia, what are you doing in the room?" Sang's mother adjusted her expression and remembered what she was worried about just now, "Did you just wake up?"

"No." Sang Yijia shook his head, "I'm writing a script."

Sang Yijia originally wanted to write a short script about a family's shortcomings, but he couldn't convey the feeling of intrigue, so he simply wrote the script instead.

Sang Zheng and Sang Mu were both stunned. They looked at each other with shock in each other's eyes.

"Jiajia, when did you start writing?" Sang Zheng asked.

Sang Yijia knew that she would definitely let her parents know when she retreated from the circle in the future, so she answered honestly, "Just today."

"Mom and Dad, do you want to read it?" Sang Yijia scratched his cheek and said with some embarrassment, "It's my first time writing, so I don't know how it goes."

"Okay, okay." Sang's mother was very excited, "Let's see, let's see."

"Then wait a moment." Sang Yijia turned around and entered the room.

Sang Zheng looked at Sang Yijia and fell into deep thought.

"Jiajia must be looking for something to do after quitting the industry." Sang's mother's eyes turned a little red. "Otherwise she has hated people who write essays since she was a child, how could she write scripts?"

"Let Jiajia take care of the vegetable market in East Bay." Sang Zheng frowned and said, "How about transferring the other buildings as well?"

Mother Sang was silent for a moment, "Okay."

"Mom and Dad," Sang Yijia came out holding the laptop, "Can I just watch it on the computer?"

Sang Yijia originally wanted to print it out, but there was no printer in the room, so she had to give up.

As a result, Sang Yijia thought of buying a printer at the apartment, which would be much more convenient.

Sang Zheng and Sang Mu looked at Sang Yijia's works seriously, but they became fascinated as they looked at them.

"Um, who is the last murderer?" Sang Zheng held his chin and thought, "Is he Xiaohong's roommate?"

"No, I think it's Xiaohong's ex-boyfriend." Sang's mother was the first to disagree, "This is obviously a love killing."

Sang Yijia looked at the two of them discussing the plot and smiled, "Mom and Dad, I haven't finished writing this story yet."

"I plan to submit articles to my eldest brother's company under a pseudonym, what do you think?"

"It's absolutely possible." Sang Zheng was still holding the laptop, looking at it with gusto, "She is indeed my daughter, very resourceful."

"That was also born by me." Sang's mother replied unyieldingly, and then went to see Sang Yijia, "How about I ask auntie to stew Gastrodia elata for you tonight?"

Pork brain and gastrodia elata stewed together in soup are definitely enough to nourish the brain.

Sang's mother was worried that Sang Yijia would use his brain too much, but she was too embarrassed to say it clearly.

"..." Sang Yijia was silent for a moment, then raised her lips and smiled, "Mom, just make arrangements."

Mother Sang nodded with satisfaction, "Then I'll go talk to the chef."

After finishing speaking, Sang's mother went downstairs.

Sang Zheng returned the laptop to Sang Yijia and looked at her seriously again, "Jiajia..."

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Sang Zheng hesitate to speak, Sang Yijia became even more confused and tilted her head to look at him.

Sang Zheng shook his head and waved his hands, "It's okay."

"I just didn't expect Jiajia's writing ability to be so good." Sang Zheng sighed with emotion, "You used to hate writing."

Sang Yijia paused. Although the story in the book has changed, some plots and characters have not changed.

For example, the original author hated writing essays since he was a child.

"Dad, have you forgotten?" Sang Yijia replied calmly, "I also participated in an essay competition in high school."

"I won the first prize."

"???" Sang Zheng exclaimed, "Really?"

"Yes, so, dad, did you remember my second brother and I wrongly?" Sang Yijia apologized to Sang Qiwu silently in his heart.

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