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Late autumn came especially early this year. The leaves of the sycamore trees in the courtyard have fallen to the ground, paving the road with golden color. There are charming scenery everywhere.

The chill of late autumn made Lin Hexiao go back and put on a thin cotton jacket as soon as he came out of the house.

"Xiaoxiao, I heard Liang Qian is getting married?"

When they arrived at school early in the morning, Zhang Pingping took her hand and whispered.

"Well, yes, it's in the twelfth lunar month, it's almost here." Lin Hexiao went home to stay at night from time to time during this period.

Because she was writing her short stories, Lin's mother bought her a Chinese typewriter. When she first used it, she was not familiar with it at all and it was not even as fast as writing by hand.

But she still did it slowly, practicing gradually, and became more and more proficient with it.

Zhang Pingping looked at her calm expression, which seemed to have truly let it go. Without asking any more questions, she said, "This month, our Little People's Bookstore has made a net profit of almost a hundred yuan."

Lin Hexiao was surprised: "Business is so good, can Sanzi handle it?"

"He's been engrossed in it all day, feeling incredibly comfortable. Sanzi said his new book has been selling well lately, and there are quite a few rentals. Since it's cold now, he doesn't hang out at night. After get off work, he eats early and has nothing else to do, so he enjoys reading."

"That's good."

"Also, he said your calligraphy and paintings have been sold. Do you want to paint a few more?"

Lin Hexiao shook his head: "Let's not draw for now. I've been writing lately, so I don't have much time."

"Did you really get paid for that essay you wrote last time?"

"Well, of course I did. They said the payment for a short story like this is pretty good. I thought if I could write it and get an editor's attention, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Xiaoxiao, I never thought you could write such a good article. Wow, I admire you so much."

"Don't tease me. This year is almost over. I just don't want to be so confused."

"Why are we living in a daze? Opening a comic book store is such a great thing. Now I have nearly a hundred yuan in savings.

My parents are already helping me find a job.”

Lin Hexiao looked up at her and whispered, "You're only in your sophomore year, and you're already paying attention to me. Isn't that too early?"

“It’s not too early. If there are good positions, we have to keep an eye on them in advance. Once next year is over, there will only be half a semester left the year after.

By the last half of the semester, some people with connections had already started working a month or two earlier.”

"Oh, that's true."

"What about you? Uncle Lin and Aunt Lin, have they prepared anything for you?"

Lin Hexiao shook his head. Shouldn't he first see how the distribution is done?

All of their classmates will be assigned to schools, but some students from well-off families will also move around.

Lin Hexiao doesn't have too many expectations for her future work. She is now taking one step at a time and will see what happens in the end.

Because the weather was cold, Lin Hexiao didn't want to run home in the wind at night. Anyway, her little story was complete.

I read both sides and found them to be acceptable, so I mailed them to the magazine.

I haven't been home at night during this period.

I lived in the dormitory, but I didn't give up writing. I wrote by hand instead of using a typewriter.

She now goes to the library every day and reads and writes more books when she has nothing to do.

When she came back from the library that day, Liang Qian was already at the door of her dormitory.

"Xiaoxiao?"

"Something happened?" Lin Hexiao was very surprised.

Liang Qian smiled and handed her a red wedding invitation: "Aji and I have set a date for our wedding. It's a week after our holiday. You must come then."

Lin Hexiao looked down at the glaring red, but didn't say anything. He just nodded lightly, "Wu Ji and I are neighbors, living in the same compound. I will go with my mother that day. However, because of the unpleasantness when our two families broke off the engagement, I'm not sure if my mother will go.

If my family doesn't go, I'd be embarrassed to visit. After all, Wu Ji and I were in this kind of relationship before, and going would inevitably be awkward and draw criticism, which wouldn't be good."

In fact, Liang Qian had thought that Lin Hexiao would refuse before she came. It was just a matter of social interaction. She felt that she should invite Lin Hexiao when she got married. It was up to her whether to go or not. As long as she showed her affection, it would be fine.

"Well, we are still young, so we still have to follow the adults' wishes on some matters."

"But congratulations, and I wish you a long and happy marriage." Lin Hexiao offered Liang Qian some congratulatory words. There was a moment of awkward silence between the two, before Zhang Pingping's shout cut short their conversation.

After Liang Qian left, Zhang Pingping came out, snatched the wedding invitation from Lin Hexiao's hand, glanced at it, and sneered, "Hmph, why do I feel like underneath your delicate nature, you're just showing off? You can't go to their wedding. If you go, the neighbors will think you're still obsessed with Wu Ji, and you'll be laughed at for nothing."

After Zhang Pingping finished speaking, she fiercely helped Lin Hexiao tear up the wedding invitation.

Lin Hexiao looked at her unyielding character and shook his head with a laugh.

She really never thought about going to Wu Ji and Liang Qian's wedding.

She didn't expect Liang Qian to send her an invitation.

After talking outside the dormitory, the two went into the dormitory together.

Generally speaking, the desks in the dormitory belong to Zhang Mei.

Lin Hexiao was too lazy to share with her, so he got on the bed and lay on it.

When reading a book, if any good ideas flash through your mind, write them down with a pen.

She actually has a lot of stories about cultivation and martial arts in her mind.

It's not really a story, it's all real. She can find a protagonist and start with him to write a story about cultivating immortals.

Lin Hexiao had been thinking about it in his mind for a long time and didn't want to use the eldest brother and the younger sister as the protagonists.

She decided to use Chu Mo as the protagonist. Originally, when she saved her, he was only eight or nine years old.

Wearing clothes made of extraordinary brocade material, he looks like a noble young man from a wealthy family.

After Chu Mo woke up, he never told them about his past.

However, by chance, she saw that her junior sister had a family jade pendant that was somewhat similar to the one Chu Mo was wearing.

But at that time she was so focused on her senior brother that she didn't pay much attention.

Perhaps, Chu Mo is also a member of the royal family.

There are many ways to fight for power in big families, and perhaps Chu Mo is one of those affected.

Lin Hexiao plans to give him the identity of a down-and-out prince, and then he will learn martial arts in the mountains and go down the mountain for revenge. Of course, he also wants to find a good match for Chu Mo. What cannot be achieved in reality can be written as a happy ending in the story.

The more Lin Hexiao thought about it, the more he felt that this story was good.

When I think of Chu Mo, I wonder if he received the things I sent them last time. It has been so long, and there is no reply.

They probably didn't think it would be convenient to write to her as a lesbian. Lin Hexiao felt depressed for a few days.