Lin Yuyao looked embarrassed and could only say, "Brother Fu, it's time for me to get off work."

I don’t know how fast Fu Huaiyi’s heart beat because of this glance.

He just knows how to pretend, but people can't see through it.

He pretended not to care and looked down at the watch on his wrist.

Oh, it's time to get off work again.

Time flies.

"Please help me pack these books."

"become."

Lin Yuyao hurried to help him register the borrowing.

The two came out of the bookstore together.

Lin Yuyao locked the door and Fu Huaiyi waved at her from the car.

Today he is riding a motorcycle.

"I'll take you back."

Last time I sent it even though I was told not to. This time...

Forget it, just give it away.

After dropping her off at the building where she rented an apartment, Fu Huaiyi did not leave. Instead, he parked the car and followed her up the stairs.

Lin Yuyao: “…”

"Brother Fu, it's getting late. You should go back soon. I can go up by myself."

"Well, it's getting late. I don't plan to go back."

ah?

"Tomorrow is the weekend, so I don't have to go to work. I have to go deliver a gift for my grandfather, so it's closer from here."

But……

But... "I rented a single room, I'm afraid it might be... inconvenient."

Lin Yuyao was almost embarrassed to death.

If he wasn't a good man, she would definitely think he was a gangster.

How could he ask such a thing of a single girl?

Seeing her delicate eyebrows almost twisted together, Fu Huaiyi wanted to laugh from the bottom of his heart.

But he is a strictly trained man and can endure it.

"I don't live in your house."

"ah?"

Lin Yuyao looked at him in confusion.

"My cousin has a house here. When she first opened the bookstore, she did everything herself and was often busy until late at night. For convenience, she bought a small one-bedroom apartment here. Now she rarely comes here, so the house is empty. I occasionally come to stay and help her clean up."

Having said that, he waved the key in his hand.

Lin Yuyao opened her mouth slightly and looked at the key shaking in his hand. She was so embarrassed that she could dig out three bedrooms and a living room with her toes.

His face turned red immediately, and then he turned around and climbed the stairs quickly.

Unexpectedly, the house he was talking about was just downstairs, a one-bedroom and one-living room house, with a layout similar to the studio she rented.

Her top floor has a terrace, but the ones downstairs don't, so the houses downstairs are all one-bedroom and one-living room.

There are really a lot of small houses like this these days.

That night, she slept uneasily and even dreamed of him.

Although it is a very ordinary scene, it is a scene of him going to a bookstore to borrow books.

The person downstairs was in dire straits and felt very anxious that night.

Those unintentional actions during the day will be magnified infinitely at night.

Every time she raised her head or glanced back...every word she said was enough to make him fantasize for a long time.

I finally fell asleep after tormenting myself so much that I was extremely sleepy.

The next day, I woke up with dark circles under my eyes.

Looking at his ferocious self in the mirror, Fu Huaiyi suddenly remembered a poem.

I have never felt lovesickness in my life, but now that I have, I feel the pain of lovesickness.

It's really tiring.

It seemed that what that brat Yi Yunshuo said was right. He was suffering from lovesickness.

…

Today, Lin Yuyao received a call from the publishing house.

When submitting her article, she left the bookstore's phone number.

Yes, the bookstore had a telephone, but long-distance calls were expensive, so Yuyao Lin never used the phone in the bookstore to handle personal matters.

Although Sister Le Yi told her that she could use the phone as she pleased.

But in order to facilitate contact regarding submissions, she still left the bookstore's phone number.

After talking to the master, the other party said, "Ms. Lin Yuyao, your submission has been accepted. We are very interested in your story. I looked at it and you wrote that the entire novel is about 100,000 words, right?"

"Yes."

The other party paused for a moment before saying, "We have discussed it and can offer you a purchase price of 20 per thousand words. What do you think?"

Twenty yuan for a thousand words, so one hundred thousand words is two thousand yuan.

Lin Yuyao remembered that a relatively famous writer received more than 100 yuan for a novel of 10,000 words in 1981. At that time, he was not famous and his book was not worth much.

It is 1988 now, and the prices cannot be compared with those seven years ago.

But now she is also a newcomer, and twenty yuan seems to be about the same.

No matter what, she doesn’t care about the money. As long as someone wants it, she will sell it for any price.

As long as we open up the market, everything will be easy in the future.

"OK."

The other party smiled and said, "If possible, please don't submit your book to other newspapers."

"OK."

"Then we will send you a contract for you to sign. This is not a copyright contract, but a gentleman's agreement. After you sign it, you can only sell this book to us."

"Okay, thank you."

"Just to confirm with you, the address is Xinhua Bookstore in Chenshan Town, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, our contract will be mailed out within three days. Please sign it after receiving it and send it back as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yuyao was overjoyed.

It's over, great.

Even though it was a buyout, two thousand dollars was a huge sum of money for her.

Once she gets the money, she can not only pay back the money she owes Fu Huaiyi, but also send money back home so that her parents can pay back the money they borrowed.

Of course, whether it's worth money is a small matter; what matters is that someone wants it.

It is normal to suffer losses on the first book; even masterpieces will suffer losses.

As long as you open up the market, you won’t have to worry about not making money with the second book.

If it sells well, Second Instinct might make a lot of money.

Lin Yuyao was not on duty today, so she bought some food and went home early.

I made a cup of cheap tea, pulled out a chair, turned on the fan, and started writing furiously.

She was seriously unbalanced in her studies, but writing was her strong point, and she also liked writing.

Two hours passed by unknowingly, and the things in my mind kept popping up and I couldn't stop.

Unfortunately, my hands can’t take it and my wrists hurt a lot.

I was afraid of getting tendonitis from writing, so I had to stop and rub my wrists to relax myself.

The tea was almost gone, so she went to boil another pot.

After a short break, continue.

Money means motivation.

Tonight she wrote on and off until ten o'clock in the evening and wrote about five thousand words.

I feel sleepy. Tomorrow is the weekend and I have to go to work. It will be busy.

Hurry up and take a shower and go to bed.

The next day, she was drinking porridge and eating buns downstairs when suddenly a man sat down opposite her.

She still had a mouthful of buns in her mouth, and when she looked up, she saw Lu Jiangting.

The good mood of the day was instantly ruined.

Lin Yuyao finished her porridge in a gulp, picked up the uneaten bun, turned around and left.

Lu Jiangting chased out and grabbed her wrist.

"Yuyao."

Lin Yuyao frowned and said calmly, "I remember that we have no relationship anymore, why are you still looking for me?"

Lu Jiangting was very hurt, and in order to keep her, he frantically reached into his trouser pockets.

"I'm here to pay you back."

Um?

Give me back my money?

That's fine.

"You can return it."