[Comprehensive] The fiancé he picked up by writing the article suddenly

Donghua of Xiyuan Temple is extremely efficient, and there is also an approximate network available in the previous book that was sent back.In fact, before this, Donghua has published two or three light novels. Although the popularity is not very popular, the sales volume is also impressive, so it has created some fixed thinking for her-"Publishing my own book is at least not successful. problem", until this time, she really stumbled, and the whole book was sent back, which made her a little depressed.

She learned her lesson this time, and first quickly typed up an outline, then sent it to the editor, and continued to the next step after getting affirmation.

The mobile phone that was set aside vibrated a few times, Donghua picked it up to check, and found that it was her own schedule - she was going to visit her grandparents today.

All the matters hanging over her head were settled, and Donghua stretched her body without any problems, and got up and changed clothes with ease.

The publishing house she belongs to is mainly engaged in comics and light novels. In comparison, the proportion of literary works is almost negligible. It is obviously not a large-scale group with attractive benefits, but the employees employed by it are like a group of workers. With chicken blood, I can't wait to be on call 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

Donghua received a reply within 5 minutes after sending out the email, which can almost be regarded as a plus point to increase her favorability in Japan.The girl took out her mobile phone to read the reply, and went downstairs carrying a gift for her grandparents.

Unexpectedly, before the email interface had time to open, she first glanced over the phone and saw the living room on the first floor.

Dong Hua's movements stopped immediately, and she quickly put the phone back almost reflexively. The girl grabbed the handrail of the circular staircase, and suddenly wanted to go back to the room.

But the call to grandma has already been made, and that person doesn't seem to have any intention of going back to the room immediately—Xiyuanji Donghua took a deep breath, even though she was reluctant in her heart, she had a natural expression of indifference, Can't see anything either.

The girl's slender heels tapped the ground regularly, Donghua walked to the sofa in the center of the living room, and bowed respectfully: "Mother, good afternoon."

The woman sitting on the sofa can judge the blood relationship with Xiyuanji Donghua just by her face, whether it is hair color, pupil color or the same peach blossom eye shape.

However, the woman who was called "Mother" did not respond immediately—not only did she not respond, it should be said that she seemed to have not seen the big living person standing beside her, and she just lowered her head and fiddled with the pearl bracelet on her hand.

Without her mother's permission, Donghua could only keep bowing.

The older maid standing on the other side of the sofa looked at Dong Hua worriedly, frowned, and murmured whether she should remind Madam.

After a while, until the number of pearls on the wrist ornament was counted twice, the woman raised her eyes, as if she had just discovered a bowing statue beside her, there was a bit of false surprise in her eyes, she condescended She glanced at Dong Hua carefully, her chin slightly moved, and said indifferently, "Good afternoon."

The winter flowers of Xiyuan Temple have long been used to it: "Thank you, mother."

"Why," the woman changed her sitting position, raised one foot, and the corner of the long silk skirt fell smoothly, revealing a section of snow-white calf, "Do you want to go out?"

Dong Hua lowered her eyebrows and said, "I'm going to visit my grandparents."

In fact, the time of her visit to her grandparents is fixed every month, rain or shine, even the gardener who doesn't get in touch with the master's house often knows, but the woman who is related to her blood does not know at all.

The woman's feelings for her parents-in-law are equally indifferent, but she can't be rude, and waved her hand: "Really, then say hello for me."

Dong Hua nodded: "I understand."

After finishing this boring conversation, Donghua Xiyuanji took two steps back before turning and leaving respectfully.Looking up, she saw the unbearable eyes of the older maid, she didn't feel much fluctuating, she was used to her mother's indifference, Donghua wanted to smile at the maid who took care of her since she was a child, but she didn't smile often, the corners of her mouth seemed to be covered in a quilt. There is an invisible lock, which is not easy to bend.

To be honest, Xiyuan Temple Donghua doesn't hate her mother, it should be said - she still has a little pity for her.

Xiyuan Temple Donghua is a pure and pure product of family marriage - her mother was obsessed with dancing at the time, and she had long set the goal of "no marriage and no children", and was ready to dedicate her life to the great dance cause; her father was also She wanted to belong early, but her father's Miss Bai Yueguang had a bad family background, and the story of Cinderella could only be happy in fairy tales. In Japan at that time, marriage was still a major means of strengthening one's own power.

In this way, the birth of Donghua in Xiyuan Temple was accompanied by unreal blessings...and the cold eyes of her parents.

Her mother gave birth to a child, and she could no longer dance gracefully. She was acting like a noble lady, and her good family education made her not know how to vent her emotions happily. However, "disgust" does not need to be taught, it is born. Her resentment against her mother's family was intensified and vented on her daughter, as was her father, but in a more roundabout way-he was not at home at all.

It has to be said that Donghua's face is now in the next door to Luoshan, and she has no desires and desires without any sense of disobedience, which is also thanks to her parents.A child needs to be watered with rice soup and love when she grows up, but her parents look at her as if they are watching a period of unbearable years, wishing to smother her to death and throw her in Tokyo Bay immediately, it is considered a good attitude to ignore her.

At first, Xiao Donghua thought that she was not good enough, so she tried her best to fight for the first place. However, after two or three times, Donghua of Xiyuan Temple found in a daze that whether she won or not, it had nothing to do with them. That face, and the second is that face, she tasted the taste of loss prematurely at the age when her parents were the world, what kind of city can a child have?

However, she is still promising, and has not been hit as an inferiority personality. Although her parents are not good at the spiritual level, they can get full marks on the material level.Donghua of Xiyuan Temple has a rich life, a broad vision, and a fairly accurate understanding of herself.

As long as they don't reveal their dislike for their daughter sharply, everything can be overshadowed by whitewashing.

——Forget it, let’s be whatever it is.

Xiyuanji Donghua pressed the hem of her skirt with one hand, and bent into the back seat of the car. The girl took out her mobile phone and looked down to check the email that she hadn't had time to read, and said to the driver in front: "Mr. Yamamoto, let's drive."

The gray-haired man wore white gloves and glanced at her through the rearview mirror: "Yes, miss."

"There is no problem with the overall context. If Mr. Matsukage can adjust his state this time, there will be absolutely no problem with publishing."

Teacher Matsukage is, of course, Donghua of Saiyuanji, and Yuki Matsukage, the pseudonym she gave herself, because no matter what, it is always a good thing for a young lady to contribute to a magazine that is not so "influential".

The car was running extremely smoothly, and there was hardly any discomfort. The girl tapped the screen and replied: "Okay, I will learn my lesson this time."

Seeing that the girl had already diverted her attention from the phone, the driver Yamamoto cleared his throat and said, "Miss, my master asked me to tell you that even if I entered high school—" He probably felt that his words were a bit presumptuous , although the girl is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but she has a handsome face and a natural noble air, Yamamoto paused, and then spoke carefully, "Master said, don't miss the piano homework, he will also ask for tutoring for you as usual .”

Although her father saw that her nose was not a nose or an eye, but Donghua also bears the surname of "Xiyuansi", and besides-before, Donghua of Xiyuansi was obedient and understanding in everything in front of them, saving her heart No, I never do anything against the rules, but after entering high school, Donghua Xiyuanji resigned the pianist teacher without saying hello to her family on the grounds that "the high school work is heavy"!

The point is not whether the pianist will stay or not, but the "unauthorized" behavior of Donghua Xiyuanji.

The platinum-haired girl didn't say a word, but slowly tapped the back of the phone with her fingertips, making some sounds that no one knew except herself.Donghua raised her eyes and found that the driver Yamamoto was trembling through the rearview mirror, looking at her from time to time.

Donghua sighed inwardly.

Why do those who support their families and earn dead wages participate in their secret war between father and daughter who seem to be scattered?

Xiyuanji Donghua curled the corners of her lips stiffly, a subtle smile appeared on her face, and her voice was soft: "Okay, Mr. Yamamoto, please tell my father the same - I understand."

Yamamoto immediately let out a long breath of relief, and after he finished, he remembered that it was in front of Donghua, and smiled awkwardly: "Miss, please don't worry."

When the car stopped, Dong Hua shook her hand to reject the driver's support, picked up the gift and got out of the car.

She was raised by her grandparents until she went to middle school. The old people can't say they favor her, but it is also the normal way of getting along with grandparents. With her cheap parents, sixty points become one hundred points. The love of the elders is even more precious - this is one of the reasons why Donghua visits every month.

She is stubborn and hard on the inside, and she has put a shell on herself that does not compete with the world, but her true heart is still longing for love and warmth... although I am ashamed to admit it.

Grandparents lived in a formal Japanese-style courtyard. The cherry blossom branches in front of the door that covered half of the courtyard were already covered with flowers, and the wind became fragrant and soft.

Donghua tidied her temple hair and opened the wooden door of the courtyard.

Grandmother loves camellias very much, so she only opened a small path from the courtyard door to the room door. The rest of the courtyard is full of flowers. Now it is the time when the flowers are blooming, and the girl knocked on the door surrounded by flowers.

"Is it Miss Donghua? Come right away—" The voice was a servant from the grandmother's house.

Not long after, the door was opened, and the maid who answered before skillfully took the gift from Donghua's hand, bent over and took out her slippers: "Miss Donghua, a guest came today."

Dong Hua paused as she changed her shoes, and she was a little puzzled: "Guest?"

"Well, I'm chatting with the old lady in the living room."

Her grandparents had been living in Kanagawa before, but they just moved to Kyoto recently. Maybe it was a neighbor who came to visit. Thinking about this, the girl raised her brows thoughtfully.

The maid looked at her with a clear expression, thinking that she already knew the identity of the guest, and swallowed the sentence "he is a young man about your age".

Dong Hua walked through a short corridor, the door of the living room was wide open, she saw the two people on the sofa just as she walked to the door, the girl didn't expect to meet him here, she stopped in shock for a moment.

——The guest, is it him?

The old woman wearing a plush shawl noticed the movement at the door, temporarily put aside her conversation with the boy, smiled at her, but said to the boy clearly: "Look, I said she will come."

Hearing the sound, the young man also turned his head and looked at her with a smile.

Donghua of Xiyuan Temple met his iris-purple eyes, and was still a bit speechless: "...Jingshi."

Yukimura Seiichi bent his eyes: "Well, long time no see, Fuyuka."

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