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..."

"Didn't Qin Huairu call you that? She can call you, but I can't?" Lou Xiao'e glared.

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

"Hmm."

Lou Xiao'e didn't quite understand what he meant, but when she saw him quickly glance at her chest, she instantly 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."

"Hmm, you still have this skill?" Zhao Xiyan said in surprise.

"Get lost."

Lou Xiao'e's face instantly turned red.

After the two quarreled for a while.

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

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

"Get lost."

Lou Xiao'e cursed, "We are friends, I call you Xi Yan, you call me Xiao'e, isn't this good?"

...

Zhao Xiyan tilted his head and thought for a while, "Or... you should call me Xiao Zhao, I really can't bear Xi Yan."

If outsiders heard her calling like this, it would definitely cause trouble.

Work style problems, that is a capital crime.

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

"Okay."

Zhao Xiyan agreed, thought for a while, and took out a pen and paper.

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

"I'll write it out, you can read it yourself...you can start telling this story at noon tomorrow." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "Miss Lou..."

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

"Okay, Xiao'e...I can't always protect you. 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 well the first time...you can slowly adapt. We are just a factory radio station."

"I know."

Lou Xiao'e nodded.

The work of a broadcaster is actually quite difficult, at least in her opinion. But it is still interesting to work with Zhao Xiyan. She likes chatting with this guy.

Zhao Xiyan saw that she agreed, so he started writing.

But he couldn't stand it after less than ten minutes.

It would be great if there was a computer and a printer.

But he could only think about it. Even if he had a computer and a printer, he would not dare to use them. Nowadays, even the official documents above were printed with "movable lead type". If he printed out a printed version, he would be arrested.

Forget it, just copy the book honestly.

He had thought about reading novels carefully. After all, the work at the radio station was very leisurely. In addition to reading two chapters of novels during the lunch break and announcing the documents when there were documents above.

At other times, time was completely free.

Zhao Xiyan had already thought about it. After the work was stable, he would 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 was hard, it was still acceptable.

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

This guy's handwriting was really beautiful.

The dragon and phoenix danced, but it was very clear, and the layout was unbelievably neat.

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

If Zhao Xiyan knew her thoughts, he would definitely cry.

When he was a teacher, the first class was attended by the principal, four vice principals, the dean of education, the head of the grade group, 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 after listening to the class, these seniors left a sentence, "He looks energetic and teaches well, but his handwriting is like a dog crawling."

This sentence was not said in a hidden way, but in front of the whole class of 52 students.

The students' laughter made Zhao Xiyan swear that day.

Practice calligraphy.

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

After three to five years, it has been quite effective.

"Ah, how can you write so fast?" Lou Xiao'e exclaimed.

"What?"

Zhao Xiyan was slightly stunned.

"You wrote 2,000 words in an hour?" Lou Xiao'e said in disbelief.

"Only 2,000 words?"

Zhao Xiyan was stunned.

Damn, this speed of copying books is so fast!The speed is so slow.

"Don't be so proud."

Lou Xiao'e scolded, "It's great to write fast, show me how you write..."

After saying that, she took the manuscript without waiting for Zhao Xiyan to speak.

Zhao Xiyan took out a cigarette and lit it, then continued to bury his head in copying books.

If he finished the workload for a week, wouldn't he be able to slack off in the following time?

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

Zhao Xiyan glanced at her sideways and shook his head secretly.

A master is a master, and any novel can make people unable to stop.

But when he thought back to the first time he saw Jin Yong's novel, it was really amazing.

Burning the midnight oil was the norm. His record was that he didn't go out for a whole month during the summer vacation. He just read novels at home. 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 exhausted, and started directly, he would have almost collapsed in bed that summer vacation.

Half an hour later.

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

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

"Yeah, yeah."

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

After that, she ran out.

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

For a whole afternoon.

Zhao Xiyan's hands were almost broken, and he only managed to write 8,000 words.

But even so, Lou Xiao'e was still amazed.

"Xiyan, can I take these manuscripts back to read?"

"Sure."

Zhao Xiyan smiled, "But you have to keep them well. If you lose them, I'll twist your head off..."

"Hateful."

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 get off work."

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

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

"Xiao Zhao..."

...

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

"Sister Qin."

Lou Xiao'e smiled and shouted.

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

Qin Huairu responded a little nervously.

"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 also be good friends..."

"Yeah."

Qin Huairu nodded a little embarrassedly.

Zhao Xiyan breathed a sigh of relief.

This Lou Xiao'e still knows the importance of the matter. If she called out "Xiyan", it would be the end of the game.