Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"Xiao Zhao, tell me a story." Lou Xiao'e said coquettishly.

"What did you call me?" Zhao Xiyan glared, "Lou Xiao'e, I'm older than you..."

"Isn't that what Qin Huairu calls you? She can call you that, but I can't?" Lou Xiao'e said with eyes wide open.

"You're crazy. Sister Qin is two years older than me." Zhao Xiyan scolded with a smile, "She's older than me, so what's wrong with calling me Xiao Zhao?"

"Why did you marry an old woman?" Lou Xiao'e frowned.

"Hey……"

Zhao Xiyan said dissatisfiedly, "Sister Qin is only two years older than me, so she can't be called an old woman, right? What's more... you are older, and she is not younger, right?"

"Well."

Lou Xiao'e didn't quite understand what he meant, but when she saw him quickly glance at her chest, she immediately put her hands in front of her chest and said angrily, "Zhao Xiyan, if you act like a hooligan again, I...I will castrate you."

"Well, you have this skill?" Zhao Xiyan asked in surprise.

"roll."

Lou Xiao'e's face turned red instantly.

After the two of them quarreled for a while.

Lou Xiao'e said in a tender voice, "Xi Yan..."

"Fuck, Lou Xiao'e, you're so disgusting." Zhao Xiyan shuddered.

"roll."

Lou Xiao'e scolded, "We are friends. I call you Xi Yan and you call me Xiao E. Isn't this good?"

……

Zhao Xiyan tilted his head and thought for a while, "How about... you should just call me Xiao Zhao. I really can't bear it."

If someone else heard her shouting like that, there would definitely be trouble.

Problems with work style are a capital crime punishable by death.

"I don't want to be like that old woman. I want to call you Xi Yan, so what?" Lou Xiao'e pouted and said, "You just said you would tell me a story... Hurry up."

"Let's do it."

Zhao Xiyan agreed, thought about it, and took out paper and pen.

"What are you doing?" Lou Xiao'e asked in surprise.

"I'll write it down for you to read...you can start telling this story tomorrow at noon." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "Ms. Lou..."

"Call me Xiao'e." Lou Xiao'e corrected.

"Okay, Xiao'e... I can't protect you forever. You are a broadcaster, so you have to take on the responsibilities of a broadcaster." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "Everything has a first time. It doesn't matter if you don't do it right the first time... You can slowly adapt. We are just a factory broadcasting station."

"understood."

Lou Xiao'e nodded.

The job of a broadcaster is actually quite difficult, at least in her opinion. But it is quite interesting to work with Zhao Xiyan, and she likes chatting with this guy very much.

Seeing that she agreed, Zhao Xiyan started writing the manuscript.

But after writing for less than ten minutes, he couldn't stand it anymore.

It would be nice to have a computer and a printer.

However, this was just something he could think about. Even if he had a computer and a printer, he wouldn't dare use them. Nowadays, even the official documents above were printed with "movable lead type". If he printed out a copy, he would definitely be arrested.

Come on, just copy the book honestly.

He had thought carefully about reading the novel. After all, the work at the radio station was very leisurely. Apart from reading two chapters of the novel during the lunch break and reporting documents when there were any.

At other times, I have complete free time.

Zhao Xiyan has already made up his mind. Once his job becomes stable, he will come to work at 11 o'clock and get off work at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, working three hours a day.

Although it is hard, it is still acceptable.

The only sound in the entire radio station was the sound of Zhao Xiyan writing. Lou Xiao'e supported her chin and tilted her head to look at him.

This guy's handwriting is really beautiful.

The writing is vigorous and elegant, yet extremely clear, and the layout is incredibly neat.

If she hadn't seen him writing, Lou Xiao'e would have thought it was printed.

If Zhao Xiyan knew what she was thinking, he would definitely burst into tears.

When he was a teacher, his first class was attended by the principal, four vice-principals, the dean of studies, the grade group leaders, and five teachers from the history department.

That class was the first time Zhao Xiyan felt what it was like to be publicly executed.

Especially these seniors, after listening to the class, left a comment: "He looks energetic and teaches well, but his handwriting is like a dog's crawling."

This sentence was not said in secret; it was said in front of all 52 students in the class.

The students' laughter made Zhao Xiyan swear an oath that day.

Practice calligraphy.

He has a good understanding and is willing to work hard.

After three to five years, there have been considerable results.

"Wow, how come you write so fast?" Lou Xiao'e exclaimed.

"what?"

Zhao Xiyan was slightly stunned.

"You wrote two thousand words in just one hour?" Lou Xiao'e said in disbelief.

"Only two thousand words?"

Zhao Xiyan looked stunned.

Damn, the speed of copying books is so slow.

"Don't be so proud."

Lou Xiao'e scolded, "It's amazing that you write fast, show me how well you write..."

After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Xiyan to speak, he reached out and took the manuscript.

Zhao Xiyan took out a cigarette, lit it, and continued to copy the book.

If I finish a week's work, can I then slack off in the rest of the time?

Lou Xiao'e looked at the manuscript and was immediately fascinated by it at first glance.

Zhao Xiyan glanced at her sideways and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

A master is a master, any of his novels can make people unable to put down.

But thinking back to the first time he read Jin Yong's novel, he was truly astonished.

It was normal for him to study late into the night. His record was that he did not go out for a whole month during the summer vacation. He just stayed at home reading novels. Except for getting up to eat and go to the toilet, he almost never got out of bed.

If his mother hadn't been afraid that he would be ruined by it and had started playing it right away, he would have almost been paralyzed in bed that summer.

After half an hour.

"Oh, Xi Yan, you write so well." Lou Xiao'e said with a flushed face.

"I'm not being modest." Zhao Xiyan joked, "Swordsman is a masterpiece..."

"Hmm."

Lou Xiao'e nodded vigorously and urged, "Hurry up and write. I'll go make you some tea..."

After saying that, he ran out.

Zhao Xiyan was slightly stunned. He still had such treatment?

A whole afternoon.

Zhao Xiyan's hands were almost broken from working, but he only managed to finish eight thousand words.

But even so, Lou Xiao'e was still stunned by her beauty.

"Xi Yan, can I take these manuscripts back and read them?"

"can."

Zhao Xiyan smiled and said, "But you have to keep it well. If you lose it, I will tear your head off..."

"Hate."

Lou Xiao'e patted him and said coquettishly, "I'll go back and talk to my dad about borrowing the car. I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

"Okay, let's go off work."

Zhao Xiyan nodded, locked the door of the broadcasting room, and went downstairs with Lou Xiaoe.

But before he took two steps, he heard a shout.

"Xiao Zhao..."

……

Zhao Xiyan and Lou Xiao'e turned around at the same time and saw Qin Huairu standing there timidly.

"Sister Qin."

Lou Xiaoe shouted with a smile.

"Hello, Miss Lou... Miss Lou."

Qin Huairu responded with some trepidation.

"Sister Qin, Zhao Xiyan and I are good friends, you can just call me Xiao'e." Lou Xiao'e chuckled, "I believe that you and I can become good friends..."

"Ah."

Qin Huairu nodded somewhat embarrassedly.

Zhao Xiyan breathed a sigh of relief.

Lou Xiao'e still knew the seriousness of the matter. If she had called out "Xi Yan", it would have been the end of her.