444 is somewhat reluctant.
[How beautiful you look like this. Let those dogs look down on you and take a good look at how beautiful you are, right?]
Su Qiao was unmoved. "It's not the time yet."
"If you want to get rid of that blind man successfully, you have to pretend first."
[Okay.]
Although reluctant, 444 had to say that Su Qiao was right.
According to his memory, Su Qiao gently painted a light brown spot on his right face, and then lay down on the large European-style bed, spreading his limbs somewhat inelegantly.
Looking at the beautiful patterns on the ceiling, he sighed, "Brother and sister-in-law, Xiaosi, I feel like taking pills."
[Host, why are you so unsure of yourself? When he sees you, it's like a cat seeing a mouse?]
444 is not worried at all.
"Xiaosi, are you itchy?"
What does it mean when the cat meets the mouse?
She is so beautiful as a flower, why did she get involved with a mouse?
[Ahem, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, don't mind it, I just want to tell you that after he sees you, he will throw away all feudal ethics.]
"That's right. No matter how old-fashioned his ideas are or his old-fashioned temperament, I still don't believe that he is not tempted."
The mourning lasted only three seconds, and Su Qiao instantly looked uplifted and full of fighting spirit.
[That's right, who are we? We are...]
"Don't worry, the clone has two wishes.
One is to divorce openly and make Zhang Ruohan pay the corresponding price;
One is to become a writer, live out oneself, and become a woman in the new era. "
[Writer?]
[Haha, good writer, now the novels I wrote can be put to use.]
444 is happy.
Hey, the glorious era of Little Master is finally here.
"Speech is very free in this era, but not everything is suitable for publication. Don't consider your post-apocalyptic or future things."
Su Qiao turned over, lay on the pillow, looked at the dense trees outside the window, and thought for a while:
"She has also written a lot of poetry collections. Then I will see if there are any suitable ones, revise them a little, select them, and publish them."
[Then I'll go and pick it out, and then you can see if it works.] 444 can't wait.
"Yeah."
Su Qiao looked at the leaves rustling in the breeze outside the window, and became stunned.
"We should get some Silver Dollars, or Small Gold Bar."
When I got married, because my grandfather and father were both dead, my family had no money at all, so I didn't even have a dowry.
The family would send her 30 Silver Dollars every month, but a small part was used to buy books, paper, ink, paint and brushes, and a large part was used to subsidize her parents' family.
So she really doesn't have much money left in her pocket now.
In this era, there were no stocks or anything like that. As a housewife, where could she get money?
Su Qiao is a little confused.
Forget it, let's go out and take a look tomorrow.
Thinking about it, Su Qiao sat up, crossed his legs and closed his eyes.
After a while, she slowly opened her eyes, with a hint of joy in her eyes.
He can cultivate, and his cultivation speed is quite fast.
*
On this day, Su Qiao did not step out of Little White Building again, and Aunt Liu brought the rice back as before.
After dinner, Su Qiao paused his practice and went into the study room to check some manuscripts he had written before.
After picking and editing, and revising a lot, Su Qiao finally compiled a collection of modern poems.
After thinking about it, she wrote a few more poems about youth and beautiful love.
No way, these are popular at this time.
Especially those young men and women who claim to be a new era, especially admire these illusory things.
Fortunately, Su Qiao wrote a lot of love songs in the previous dimension, and combined with the most popular poems about this era in my mind, writing these is not a problem.