Her second brother made clear arrangements for the unknown royalties.
"Okay, just wait." Ning Qingyuan was now full of confidence and was in high spirits. He took out paper and pen from his bag and wrote excitedly on the wall of the ward.
"You just believe it." Ning Qingzhi scolded him with a smile as he watched him write in a hurry.
Seeing how active he was, Ning Xiyue cleared out the cabinet where she kept her things and moved it to the accompanying bed next to her elder brother.
He waved to Ning Qingyuan: "Second brother, sit over here and write. It's not easy for you to write while lying down."
"Oh, okay, I'll come over after I finish writing this sentence."
This sudden passion for writing made Ning Qingyuan write a beginning before he sat down on the writing space that Ning Xiyue had vacated for him.
Holding a pen, he pulled at his hair. "What do you think I should choose as a pen name? Should I use my own name? No, it would be easy for my classmates to recognize me."
Ning Qingzhi suggested: "Second idiot."
"Brother, you are not literary at all. Also, stop calling me by this nickname. I don't want to lose face." Ning Qingyuan said fiercely. The past was too painful to recall. He was already nineteen years old and his brother still called him by a nickname in front of his sister.
He glanced at Ning Xiyue who was trying to suppress her smile:
"Sister, just pretend you didn't hear anything. And don't hold it in. If you want to laugh, just laugh. Don't hold it in until it breaks your spirit."
"No, I didn't hold back my laughter. I didn't hear anything."
Ning Xiyue suppressed her laughter, refusing to admit that she was suppressing it, and said seriously:
"Just pick any one. Don't worry about the pen name. The content of the article is what's most important. Go ahead and write. Take care of Big Brother. I'm going to the bathroom."
After Ning Xiyue finished speaking, she hurried out of the ward, holding her stomach, and headed to the bathroom with a smile on her face.
This wasn't an excuse; she really wanted to go to the bathroom.
Squatting in the toilet, Ning Xiyue heard familiar voices outside.
The younger voice seems to be Sister Jiayin, and the older voice should be her mother.
"Nannan, are you really going to marry that Ning Qingzhi?"
Big brother?
Ning Xiyue, who was squatting in the toilet, suddenly became excited. She happened to encounter the mother and daughter chatting and talking about family matters. It turned out that the toilet was one of the best places to obtain information.
Ning Xiyue quickly pricked up her ears and listened carefully, hoping to get some useful information for her brother's future happy life.
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