Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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When I heard this sentence, Fan Ruoru thought about it. My conversation with my brother fell into the ear of my brother. I don’t know if the little guy would bring trouble to his brother if he told Liu, the cold color of Fan Ruo’s face. Turned into a faint worry, looked at Fan Xian.

Fan Sizhen’s vision has changed from shock to a little admiration.

"What's wrong?" Fan leisurely smiled at him.

Fan Sizhen finally couldn't stand this seemingly tender and infinite, but infinitely cold and cold eyes, screaming and said: "I was just surprised, this book is written by you."

Fan Xian is a bit puzzled: "Have you seen this book?"

In his impression, people in the past life, if they look at the Dream of Red Mansions when they are twelve years old, and love to watch the Dream of Red Mansions, then when they grow up, they will generally become Wen Qing or deceive the female literary.

"No." Fan Sizhen quickly shook his head: "I have seen some, very boring." After reading this sentence, it seems that I feel a little bit back, and my head is raised higher.

"It’s just that Mr. has seen it and said..." He thought about it, or told the truth, "Mr. is very admired, saying that the author's poems are very strange, and there is a block in the chest and abdomen."

This is two very high comments, Fan Xian did not blush, smiled and said: "So you admire me?"

"I admire Mr.." Fan Siyi thought for a moment: "And Mr. likes to read the book you wrote."

Suddenly a greedy gaze was emitted from his eyes, and he said: "And although I don't look at it, I know that the manuscript is sold in the market, and each volume can be sold for eight or two."

He nodded, and looked at Fan’s gaze. He felt a little gazing at the idol: “It’s amazing to just write a few words to make so much money... I seem to understand why my sister admires you.”

"I didn't make this money." Fan leisure corrected it at random, but he felt strange in his heart. The other party's feelings on himself improved. It was not because of his own poetry, but because he wrote something to make money. . After thinking about it, he understood that his father, Nan Nanbo, was the financial personal steward of the Qing emperor. It was genetically caused. It is no wonder that this little guy seems to have a passion for silver money.

Fan Si’s hand, fanaticism: “But only you can write, if you are willing to make this money in the future, I can buy shares.”

Fan sighed and found that the younger brother in front of him was actually quite naive, but it was a pity that he had a conflict of interest with him. Although he did not really think about Fan’s family business, he’s Liu’s idea. It is already ingrained.

Suddenly, his heart moved and decided to try something. After all, it was a blood-connected brother. Some miserable endings can avoid the best or avoid it.

"You haven't said why you followed me. Don't you have to go to school today?" Fan Xianxin has already decided, so he is interested in chatting with this half-brother.

Fan Sizhen is a young man, but he is not a straw bag. He knows that he has just expressed some meaning to make the other party happy. So he replied with a cute smile. "Because... Mom said... my brother is capable, so let me play with my brother. Playing, it’s always good to be tempted."

Fan Xianxin sighed with a sigh, and his heart was filled with cute tricks. Under the circumstances, no one was estimated to be better than himself. Actually, he played in front of himself. It is really a fan of Fanmen, Confucius.

He knew in his heart that Fan Sizhen followed himself and must be Liu’s idea. But the other party should not have to show themselves well, even if it is perceived that the father did not treat himself as a use of goods, there is no such rash.

The food came up, Fan leisure chopsticks like the wind, swept through the plate, the chopsticks pointed to the incomparably each of the plates were put into the mouth, all do not care about the sister-in-law's stunned expression.

After licking my lips, after a short while, Fan nodded and said: "Kyoto's diet is really good."

Fan Ruoruo is very delicate, and if he eats it at will, he will stop eating and eating. He will look at the red dream in half. On the table, only Fan Xian and Fan Siyi are eating fast, and Fan Siyi is more and more depressed. I think that my grandfather is much fatter than you. How to eat is not as fast as you are.

The more the Fan Ruoru looked at the brow wrinkles, the more the difference between the red building dream and the one in his room. It was just that the front page of the book was deliberately excerpted from the girl’s words, I’m afraid that Kyoto would have seen it. The people of the book think that the Dream of Red Mansions is a book of lasciviousness.

Fan Xian saw her look and knew what she was upset. She smiled and put the chopsticks on the edge of the fish plate. She said: "This is just a marketing tool. What is so angry?" At this time, the voice of the brothers and sisters gradually grew. It’s up.

Fan Ruoruo vaguely guessed what marketing means, and Fan Sizhen was confused.

"For example, a book, people will definitely turn over what they are talking about before they buy, so things like preface, preface, shackles, wedges, etc. must be clear and clear, and it is not necessary to ask for the contents of the book, but Be sure to attract the interest of others."

Fan took a sip of tea and continued: "Sister, you are angry because this unscrupulous book seller puts the girl in the front, and this obviously does not explain the overall style of the story, but it is easy for ordinary people. There is a misunderstanding that the story is a story, right?"

Fan Ruoruo squinted and nodded, thinking that the words of such fragrant scent were sold as dirty things. Shouldn’t they be angry?

"But the booksellers must do this." Fan took a look at his sister's serious expression and couldn't help but laugh. "If you let me do it, I will be more than they do. This volume is ten times." Then, you should write ten reprints on the title page, and write a few lines of the most enticing words under each eye, so that the spectators can't scratch their hearts, so they have to buy them and look them up."

"What is it like?"

"For example, like a girl."

"How do you write this time?" Fan Ruoruo already understood the meaning of his brother, smiling and pointing at a book, is the twenty-third back: the West Chamber remembers the wonderful words, the Peony Pavilion, the songs and hearts, this time It’s a funeral flower, and I can’t find a blushing sentence.

Fan Xianxiao smiled and said: "Since there is a word of Yanqu, of course, it is good to write, and it is me, use the paragraph inside... Most of the people in the garden are girls, in the chaotic world, when the innocence is over, sit I don’t want to avoid it, I laughed and didn’t care, and there was the heart of Zhibaoyu at that time. That Baoyu’s heart was uncomfortable, and he was lazy in the garden, only fooling around, but madly... I was seeing a red burst.”

"Then I will sit still, sneer, unintentional, foolish, crazy, and red."

Fan Ruoru looked down and found out that it was such a random discourse, but this combination, together with the words of Yan Qu on the return, could not help but give some space for imagination.

Her face was reddish and whispered: "It turns out that my brother often does this kind of unfairness."

Fan Sizhen was on the sidelines, and said with a thumbs up: "Big brother, you are so talented."

Fan leisurely squirted all the tea in his mouth.

At this time, the outside of the car came with a very proud voice: "Where is the monk coming from, full of sinfulness, and dare to call talent?"

(There is still a chapter in the evening. I personally are not willing to change the plot. Everything is done according to the established guidelines, hehe.)

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← Back to the Bibliography → After hearing this sentence, Fan Ruo Ruo remembered that his conversation with his brother fell into the ear of his brother. I don’t know if the little guy would bring trouble to his brother if he told Liu, Fan Ruo’s face. The cold color turned into a faint worry, and looked at Fan.

Fan Sizhen’s vision has changed from shock to a little admiration.

"What's wrong?" Fan leisurely smiled at him.

Fan Sizhen finally couldn't stand this seemingly tender and infinite, but infinitely cold and cold eyes, screaming and said: "I was just surprised, this book is written by you."

Fan Xian is a bit puzzled: "Have you seen this book?"

In his impression, people in the past life, if they look at the Dream of Red Mansions when they are twelve years old, and love to watch the Dream of Red Mansions, then when they grow up, they will generally become Wen Qing or deceive the female literary.

"No." Fan Sizhen quickly shook his head: "I have seen some, very boring." After reading this sentence, it seems that I feel a little bit back, and my head is raised higher.

"It’s just that Mr. has seen it and said..." He thought about it, or told the truth, "Mr. is very admired, saying that the author's poems are very strange, and there is a block in the chest and abdomen."

This is two very high comments, Fan Xian did not blush, smiled and said: "So you admire me?"

"I admire Mr.." Fan Siyi thought for a moment: "And Mr. likes to read the book you wrote."

Suddenly a greedy gaze was emitted from his eyes, and he said: "And although I don't look at it, I know that the manuscript is sold in the market, and each volume can be sold for eight or two."

He nodded, and looked at Fan’s gaze. He felt a little gazing at the idol: “It’s amazing to just write a few words to make so much money... I seem to understand why my sister admires you.”

"I didn't make this money." Fan leisure corrected it at random, but he felt strange in his heart. The other party's feelings on himself improved. It was not because of his own poetry, but because he wrote something to make money. . After thinking about it, he understood that his father, Nan Nanbo, was the financial personal steward of the Qing emperor. It was genetically caused. It is no wonder that this little guy seems to have a passion for silver money.

Fan Si’s hand, fanaticism: “But only you can write, if you are willing to make this money in the future, I can buy shares.”

Fan sighed and found that the younger brother in front of him was actually quite naive, but it was a pity that he had a conflict of interest with him. Although he did not really think about Fan’s family business, he’s Liu’s idea. It is already ingrained.

Suddenly, his heart moved and decided to try something. After all, it was a blood-connected brother. Some miserable endings can avoid the best or avoid it.

"You haven't said why you followed me. Don't you have to go to school today?" Fan Xianxin has already decided, so he is interested in chatting with this half-brother.

Fan Sizhen is a young man, but he is not a straw bag. He knows that he has just expressed some meaning to make the other party happy. So he replied with a cute smile. "Because... Mom said... my brother is capable, so let me play with my brother. Playing, it’s always good to be tempted."

Fan Xianxin sighed with a sigh, and his heart was filled with cute tricks. Under the circumstances, no one was estimated to be better than himself. Actually, he played in front of himself. It is really a fan of Fanmen, Confucius.

He knew in his heart that Fan Sizhen followed himself and must be Liu’s idea. But the other party should not have to show themselves well, even if it is perceived that the father did not treat himself as a use of goods, there is no such rash.

The food came up, Fan leisure chopsticks like the wind, swept through the plate, the chopsticks pointed to the incomparably each of the plates were put into the mouth, all do not care about the sister-in-law's stunned expression.

After licking my lips, after a short while, Fan nodded and said: "Kyoto's diet is really good."

Fan Ruoruo is very delicate, and if he eats it at will, he will stop eating and eating. He will look at the red dream in half. On the table, only Fan Xian and Fan Siyi are eating fast, and Fan Siyi is more and more depressed. I think that my grandfather is much fatter than you. How to eat is not as fast as you are.

The more the Fan Ruoru looked at the brow wrinkles, the more the difference between the red building dream and the one in his room. It was just that the front page of the book was deliberately excerpted from the girl’s words, I’m afraid that Kyoto would have seen it. The people of the book think that the Dream of Red Mansions is a book of lasciviousness.

Fan Xian saw her look and knew what she was upset. She smiled and put the chopsticks on the edge of the fish plate. She said: "This is just a marketing tool. What is so angry?" At this time, the voice of the brothers and sisters gradually grew. It’s up.

Fan Ruoruo vaguely guessed what marketing means, and Fan Sizhen was confused.

"For example, a book, people will definitely turn over what they are talking about before they buy, so things like preface, preface, shackles, wedges, etc. must be clear and clear, and it is not necessary to ask for the contents of the book, but Be sure to attract the interest of others."

Fan took a sip of tea and continued: "Sister, you are angry because this unscrupulous book seller puts the girl in the front, and this obviously does not explain the overall style of the story, but it is easy for ordinary people. There is a misunderstanding that the story is a story, right?"

Fan Ruoruo squinted and nodded, thinking that the words of such fragrant scent were sold as dirty things. Shouldn’t they be angry?

"But the booksellers must do this." Fan took a look at his sister's serious expression and couldn't help but laugh. "If you let me do it, I will be more than they do. This volume is ten times." Then, you should write ten reprints on the title page, and write a few lines of the most enticing words under each eye, so that the spectators can't scratch their hearts, so they have to buy them and look them up."

"What is it like?"

"For example, like a girl."

"How do you write this time?" Fan Ruoruo already understood the meaning of his brother, smiling and pointing at a book, is the twenty-third back: the West Chamber remembers the wonderful words, the Peony Pavilion, the songs and hearts, this time It’s a funeral flower, and I can’t find a blushing sentence.

Fan Xianxiao smiled and said: "Since there is a word of Yanqu, of course, it is good to write, and it is me, use the paragraph inside... Most of the people in the garden are girls, in the chaotic world, when the innocence is over, sit I don’t want to avoid it, I laughed and didn’t care, and there was the heart of Zhibaoyu at that time. That Baoyu’s heart was uncomfortable, and he was lazy in the garden, only fooling around, but madly... I was seeing a red burst.”

"Then I will sit still, sneer, unintentional, foolish, crazy, and red."

Fan Ruoru looked down and found out that it was such a random discourse, but this combination, together with the words of Yan Qu on the return, could not help but give some space for imagination.

Her face was reddish and whispered: "It turns out that my brother often does this kind of unfairness."

Fan Sizhen was on the sidelines, and said with a thumbs up: "Big brother, you are so talented."

Fan leisurely squirted all the tea in his mouth.

At this time, the outside of the car came with a very proud voice: "Where is the monk coming from, full of sinfulness, and dare to call talent?"

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