Chapter 369 Time flies, how can I bear to leave?
Shen Yumo looked at Cheng Xuyuan, who was lying on the bed with a ruddy face, and knew that his injuries were almost healed.
But at this moment, her heart was in a state of conflict.
Cheng Xuyuan's injuries have mostly recovered, so it's time for him to leave.
It seemed that if she left at this time, no one would be able to say anything, but in her heart, she was vaguely reluctant to leave.
The reason for this reluctance seems to be because one is reluctant to do so.
"I'm not going to leave yet." Shen Yumo said, "I'll go back when you're discharged from the hospital."
"Now, I'm not going back."
Shen Yumo's expression was firm, as if he would not leave as long as she was not discharged from the hospital.
Looking at Shen Yumo's appearance, Cheng Xuyuan sighed inexplicably in his heart.
Shen Yumo's care for him these days, coupled with what he heard from Shen Yumo when he woke up from a coma some time ago, he has already sensed Shen Yumo's feelings for him.
This kind of thought made Cheng Xuyuan feel a lot of emotions in his heart.
If I didn't already have Fang Yuqing, I might have been able to accept this kind of affection reluctantly.
However, under the current circumstances, if I continue to let Shen Yumo waste time, then in fact, it would be irresponsible to both Yu Qing and Shen Yumo.
As thoughts flashed through his mind, Cheng Xuyuan asked, "Yu Mo, why are you doing this?"
"You've been taking care of me here for more than ten days. You've lost a lot of weight now, and your magazine has a lot of things going on right now."
"You can take this manuscript over, so that it can be reviewed quickly, quickly..."
Before Cheng Xuyuan finished speaking, Shen Yumo said in an unquestionable voice: "Don't worry about the review."
"I'll send it to Durning."
"As for the rest, you don't have to worry about it."
As he spoke, Shen Yumo picked up the thermos and went out.
Looking at Shen Yumo leaving, Cheng Xuyuan shook his head helplessly.
It seems that it is difficult to persuade Shen Yumo to leave by persuasion.
Just when Cheng Xuyuan was feeling conflicted, he saw Li Cunbao walking in from outside the door.
At this time, Li Cunbao was a little unkempt, but his mental state showed a kind of excitement.
"Xuyuan, how is your recovery?" Li Cunbao asked with concern.
In fact, there is no need to ask this question at all. Li Cunbao already had the answer when he saw Cheng Xuyuan.
At this moment, Cheng Xuyuan looked full of energy and his face was glowing.
Although there are still some injuries, I think he should have recovered almost completely.
"I'm almost recovered. The doctor said I can be discharged from the hospital in another week." Cheng Xuyuan offered his seat to Li Cunbao and asked, "How's your novel going?"
"Finished!" After Li Cunbao said this, he took out a stack of manuscripts and said, "Look, this is the first draft."
"I finished writing it and read it over, then I brought it over for you to revise."
Cheng Xuyuan looked at the somewhat excited Li Cunbao and said, "Just make sure you are satisfied with your book. Ask me to make some corrections."
"Xuyuan, we agreed that this book is a collaboration between the two of us. You wrote the character ideas and outline. It's a bit too much for you to say it's my own book now."
"I am a person who plagiarizes other people's achievements!"
As he spoke, Li Cunbao handed the manuscript to Cheng Xuyuan.
Looking at Li Cunbao's serious expression, Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Old Li, I just gave you an outline for this matter."
"In fact, with your ability, I think you can also come up with it."
Li Cunbao looked at Cheng Xuyuan solemnly and said, "Xuyuan, I understand you are doing this for my own good."
"But I have to say that without your help, I would not have this kind of creativity in a short time."
"So, the credit still belongs to both of us. I was just the ghostwriter."
Cheng Xuyuan looked at Li Cunbao, who was becoming more and more serious, as if to say, "If you insist on making excuses, then we'll have to talk it over." He could only smile and say, "Old Li, let me take a look at the manuscript first."
Li Cunbao attached great importance to these manuscripts and even found a piece of kraft paper for the cover.
When you open the kraft paper, you will see the title and author written on the first page.
The title is "Wreaths under the Mountain"! This is normal, after all, the two of them had already decided on the title of this work before.
However, below the title, the author's name is Cheng Xuyuan and Li Cunbao.
Seeing his name at the front, Cheng Xuyuan said, "Lao Li, this is wrong."
"You collected the material for this novel, and you wrote the content. It's not okay for you to put me ahead of you."
"In that case, don't write about me."
Li Cunbao said: "Xuyuan, the reason why we let you be the first author is because you provided the core of this novel."
"It can be said that without you, there would be no novel now."
"I think if it weren't for you, I would be finishing my reportage right now just based on my thinking."
"So Xuyuan, I think you are the main creator of this novel."
This time, Cheng Xuyuan solemnly put down the manuscript and said, "Old Li, if you are like this, then I really need to have a good talk with you."
"I can tell how much you put into this novel just by looking at your notebook."
"Moreover, most of the content here is integrated from the deeds you collected."
"It can be said that it was your efforts that gave rise to this story."
"What I did was just to refine these materials."
“You are the primary author of this article.”
At this point, Cheng Xuyuan said seriously: "I know that you, Lao Li, don't like to take advantage of others, nor will you be greedy for the credit of others."
"But do you think I am such a person?"
"If you think so, then I think the two of us are not friends anymore."
Looking at Cheng Xuyuan, whose expression showed that he could not be questioned, Li Cunbao said, "Xuyuan, let's not argue about this for now. Take a look at the manuscript first. Is there anything that needs to be adjusted?"
"I'm still worried, take a good look."
When Cheng Xuyuan heard Li Cunbao say this, he did not refuse and picked up the novel to read.
In fact, Cheng Xuyuan already knew every word of the novel clearly, so when he saw the familiar words at the beginning, a smile appeared on his face.
Although it was written more than two years earlier, much of what Lao Li wrote is still similar to that of later generations.
But after reading two pages, Cheng Xuyuan frowned.
He found that there were some differences between this and the version in his previous life, so he picked up a pencil and said, "Lao Li, I think there are some places that can be slightly modified."
Li Cunbao said, "I brought it here because I felt it still had some flaws, so I wanted to show it to you."
Cheng Xuyuan was no longer polite and began to carefully revise the blank part of the manuscript paper.
Li Cunbao looked at Cheng Xuyuan's focused expression and was careful not to make any noise so as not to disturb Cheng Xuyuan.
After looking at Cheng Xuyuan several times and finding that Cheng Xuyuan was extremely focused, he picked up the manuscript written by Shen Yumo.
"Soldier Assault"! The handwriting is very beautiful, and it was not written by Cheng Xuyuan.
But in place of the author's name, it was written as Cheng Xuyuan.
After opening it, Li Cunbao was quickly attracted by an ordinary soldier named Xu Sanduo.
As an author who has worked in the military for many years, he was more involved in the situations in the story, and as he read on, he felt his blood boiling.
"Never give up, never give up!"
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When Shen Yumo returned to the ward with mixed feelings, he saw two people, one sitting and one lying, reading a manuscript. The room was so quiet that if you didn't come in, you would think there was no one in the room.
Looking at the looks of the two, Shen Yumo knew that this was not the time to disturb them, so she quietly walked out.
She likes this kind of situation very much.
But she probably couldn't watch this situation for too long.
This time passed by so fast.
Unconsciously, Shen Yumo also fell into deep thought.
When the nurse notified them to change the dressing, the three of them woke up from their own things.
Although he had only read half of it, Li Cunbao could not help but say to Cheng Xuyuan: "Xuyuan, your novel will definitely be very popular."
"I feel that the most important thing you wrote here is a spirit."
"A heroic spirit that never abandons or gives up."
At this point, he said with a hint of emotion: "I saw your work and felt that I..."
Cheng Xuyuan didn't wait for Li Cunbao to finish his words, and said with a smile: "Old Li, you can't underestimate yourself. I think these two novels have their own merits and focuses."
Li Cunbao wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and continued reading.
In the evening, Li Cunbao, who had dinner with Cheng Xuyuan, returned to his residence from the hospital.
He had already finished reading "Soldier Assault", which had nearly 200,000 words, and his heart was still restless for a long time.
He feels that "Soldier Assault" written by Cheng Xuyuan not only inspires people after reading it, but also makes people dislike that ordinary but persistent young man.
It seems that there is still a big gap between myself and Cheng Xuyuan. If I want to improve myself, I have to learn from Cheng Xuyuan in many aspects.
Own……
After calming himself down, Li Cunbao picked up the manuscript revised by Cheng Xuyuan and began to carefully turn the pages one by one.
Cheng Xuyuan did not make any major changes to the initial position, but the adjustments became larger later on.
However, looking at these adjustments, Li Cunbao's expression became more and more solemn.
He felt that after Cheng Xuyuan's adjustment, the content of the article had been improved to a higher level...
Although the number of words did not increase, and even decreased in some places, his admiration for Cheng Xuyuan grew even more.
Could this be the ability of a famous young writer? With emotion, Li Cunbao picked up the paper and pen again and began to copy again.
The more he wrote, the more he felt that Cheng Xuyuan's contribution to the novel was greater than his own.
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