While Princess Ning Guo denied it, she hid the unfinished story even more closely.
"Brother, why are you here? Did your father ask you to come?"
Zhu Yourong tried to divert Zhu Biao's attention.
But it's no use at all.
Zhu Biao completely confirmed his suspicion through Zhu Yourong's panicked expression and movements.
My sister, after experiencing this series of blows, began to lose her mind and wrote a suicide note!
I'm just afraid that when the thief surnamed Han starts to treat my mother, and my mother's illness improves and she is cured, my sister will die!
The greater possibility is that the thief was proven to be incapable of curing tuberculosis at all.
I'm afraid that when my mother passes away, my sister will also pass away...
When he thought of this, Zhu Biao's heart ached so much that he simply couldn't breathe.
Seeing that Zhu Yourong didn't want to let him read the suicide note, Zhu Biao didn't force it anymore.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, looked at Zhu Yourong and said, "Yourong, you...don't be distracted and do something stupid.
With dad and big brother here, everything is no big deal and can be solved..."
As soon as Zhu Biao opened his mouth, Zhu Yourong was a little confused.
Seeing that his eldest brother's eyes were filled with tears, his voice was trembling when he spoke, and he was very excited, Zhu Yourong became even more confused.
This...what happened to my brother?
"Brother, you...haven't I lost my mind? I'm fine now."
Zhu Yourong said.
She told the truth, she is indeed fine now.
Not only can I use a wheelchair, but I can move on my own to a certain extent.
Mr. Han even wrote such a beautiful storybook specially for himself.
More importantly, through Xiao He's words, I learned that Mr. Han already had an idea of his mother's illness.
Everything is getting better.
Her current mood is the best since she got sick in her legs.
How could you not think about it?
How did my brother figure out that he couldn't think clearly?
How could Zhu Biao believe Zhu Yourong's words?
He determined that his sister was forcing a smile, pretending to be strong in order not to worry him and others.
He knows his sister so well!
Thinking of this, he could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes.
dripping down.
"Yourong, don't hold on any longer, I already know it.
Promise brother, no matter what, you will never do anything stupid!"
Princess Ning Guo became even more confused. She nodded vigorously, saying that she would never do anything stupid.
Now that life has improved and is getting better, how could she do something stupid?
"Then...can you throw away your last words?
What are you doing writing that thing?
It’s so unlucky, give it to me and I’ll burn it!”
Worried that Princess Ning Guo would not give it to him, Zhu Biao quickly added: "Don't worry, I will never read the content above."
Last words?
When did you write your last words?
Why don't you know?
Zhu Yourong subconsciously looked towards his hand and saw the Condor Shooting Manuscript hidden by him, and he suddenly understood.
I was touched at the same time, but also dumbfounded at the same time.
"Brother, these are not last words, they are words!"
Zhu Biao obviously didn't believe what Zhu Yourong said.
Storybook?
My sister does like to read story novels, but she really doesn’t have the ability to write story books.
Besides, after experiencing so many bad things in the past two days, even if she really knew how to write a storybook, she would never write it now.
This is what my sister came up with specifically to prevent herself from worrying.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, that's the storybook."
Zhu Biao nodded repeatedly to express his agreement with Zhu Yourong's words, but shed more tears.
"Brother, this is really a story-telling novel!"
Zhu Yourong suddenly became anxious when he saw that the explanation became unclear the more he explained it.
She hesitated for a moment, then simply stopped hiding it and handed the unfinished copy of the Condor to Zhu Biao.
Are you really writing a storybook?
Zhu Biao was stunned.
Then take it and start watching.
When he looked down, he was immediately stunned, and then a deep embarrassment rose up in his heart.
Is it really a storybook?
??
this……
I misunderstood the co-authorship!
I was worried for nothing just now!
It's just...my sister, when did she learn to write storybooks?
Zhu Biao raised his head and looked at Zhu Yourong, and saw his sister looking at him too.
In order to relieve the embarrassment, Zhu Biao quickly lowered his head, wiped his hazy tearful eyes, and continued to read the storybook in his hand, which he had obviously just written.
Zhu Biao was not very interested in the storybook in his hands.
There is a huge gap between reading storybooks and writing storybooks.
When I was reading the storybook, I thought it was all kinds of easy, all kinds of simple, all kinds of cliche. But when I started writing, I found that it was all kinds of difficult to put down.
My sister had never written any storybooks before.
At this time, if you are just learning to write storybooks, it would be strange if you can write well.
Just to relieve the embarrassment, he forced himself to see it.
As a result, after reading this for a while, Zhu Biao quickly put aside his distracting thoughts and read everything Zhu Yourong wrote.
After reading it, everyone was shocked.
Isn’t this... so pretty?!
Is this really written by your sister?
If Zhu Biao has read it, this novel is not too much.
And what we just read is only the beginning.
But it’s just the beginning, and you can be sure that if this story can be written, the quality will be extremely high!
It is the highest quality among all the storybooks he has ever seen!
In the shock, he successfully forgot the embarrassment just now.
Looking at Zhu Yourong, he looked shocked and said: "Yourong, is this written by You? It's so wonderful!
I never thought you had such talent!
What’s next? What’s the story below?”
This time it was Zhu Yourong's turn to be embarrassed.
"Brother, I didn't write this... I copied it..."
Zhu Biao smiled and said: "You didn't write it?
As soon as I came in, I saw people busy writing and writing here, but I didn't see the template you copied at all."
As he spoke, he said with a clear look: "Yourong, don't be embarrassed, just do whatever you like.
What I just said to praise you was not flattery, but that you are really talented in writing stories.
Just the opening chapter just now is enough to rank first among all the story novels I have seen!"
Zhu Yourong was even more embarrassed and embarrassed: "Brother, I really didn't write it.
I'm really just copying.
How could I possibly write a storybook of this level?"
Zhu Biao said suspiciously: "You really didn't write it?
Who wrote that?
I have also read some storybooks, but I have never seen a storybook in this style.
Moreover, this opening chapter is so exciting, it must have been written by a famous person, so I shouldn’t not know about it..."
Zhu Yourong said: "It was not written by any famous person, this was written by him... Mr. Han.
It’s only been just over an hour since it came out, so it’s normal for my eldest brother not to know.”
When talking about Han Cheng, Zhu Yourong looked unnatural for a moment.
Somewhat embarrassed.
Zhu Biao thought carefully and couldn't think of anyone named Han who was good at writing scripts.
After a moment of this, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
Isn't that shameless thief named Han?
Could it be that Mr. Han that his sister talks about is actually him??!!!
