"The vast Qiantang River flows day and night, endlessly bypassing the Niu Family Village of Lin 'an and flowing east into the sea. There are dozens of black cypress trees by the river. Their leaves are as red as fire. It's the eighth month…"
Yi Tianyang opened the book and began to reminisce about the plot of the Condor Shooting.
After he started reading, Yi Tianyang was surprised to find that he actually had the ability to read ten lines at a glance. Moreover, after reading the content, it was as if it was imprinted in his mind and he would not forget it.
He flipped through the book faster and faster. In five minutes, he finished flipping through one book.
He threw the book down.
Yi Tianyang closed his eyes. The plot of the book appeared in his mind, and lines of words flashed across his mind.
He picked up the pen and started writing.
When he was writing, Yi Tianyang used cursive. This way, he did not have to worry too much about the difference between simplified and traditional characters.
It saved him a lot of trouble and he could write faster.
Yi Tianyang's brush moved like a dragon and snake. His writing speed was much faster than usual. Moreover, his writing was smooth and faster. There was no pause from the beginning to the end of the line.
In an hour, he had written more than 5,000 words.
This speed was even faster than before.
He put down the pen and moved his wrist. Although it was fast, his hands were tired.
After resting for a while, he was about to continue writing when his ears moved slightly. A soft sound came from outside. Someone was approaching his room.
Yi Tianyang's heart stirred, and he raised his guard.
Number One was just outside. Why didn't he give him a hint?
However, after listening for a while more, he felt relieved.
At this moment, the voice was also nagging outside the room. The sound of the door being gently knocked could be heard, and a delicate voice could be heard.
Mister Yi, are you asleep?"
Yi Tianyang pulled open the door.
Li Qingru was only wearing a smock, and a red undergarment could be vaguely seen inside. She stood at the door like a lotus flower in clear water.
When she saw Yi Tianyang open the door, she lowered her head and said in an ant-like voice,"
"Mr. Yi, I saw that the light in your room was still on, so I came over to take a look. Mr. Yi is still awake!”
Yi Tianyang was not a straight man.
Seeing Li Qingru walk out of his room like this, how could he not know what she meant?
Looking at the lower body that was hidden in the thick coat during the day, she was actually so beautiful. She was very surprised.
He had underestimated this guy!
Under the red cloak, there was more material than he had imagined.
"Are you cold? Come in."
Li Qingru glanced at Yi Tianyang's room. The blanket was still there, and she heaved a sigh of relief.
It seemed that Miss Chun was not inside.
Li Qingru lowered her head and walked to the bed. She walked into the room and helped Yi Tianyang lay out the blanket.
Then, he didn't care about Yi Tianyang's reaction and directly crawled into bed.
A trembling voice came from under the blanket.
"Mr. Yi, it's already deep. Rest early!”
Yi Tianyang glanced at the half-written script on the desk.
And he even wrote a hammer!
Yi Tianyang had an evil smile on his face as he took off his clothes and crawled into bed.
The lights went out, and a delicate cry came from the darkness.
The next morning, Yi Tianyang opened his eyes at the first glimmer of dawn. He felt Li Qingru leaning against him.
It was only six o'clock.
Outside the front yard, she could hear someone talking. It was probably Nanny Li and the others who were preparing breakfast.
The corners of Yi Tianyang's mouth curled into a smile as he got dressed and got out of bed.
The habits of many years had been formed.
Even though he had worked until late last night, he did not feel tired at all. Instead, he felt like he was full of energy.
He went to the outer room to take a look. Number One was sitting outside. He didn't know if he had slept last night.
After washing up, Yi Tianyang returned to his room and sat at his desk to continue writing.
Now, he was writing faster. Perhaps it was because of the system's influence.
In more than an hour, Yi Tian had already written more than 10,000 words.
Beside him, there was already a thin plate of paper.
At this rate, he estimated that he would be able to finish copying the Condor Shooting in about ten days.
Mister Yi, are you writing an article?"
Li Qingru stood up.
The room wasn't cold. Li Qingru didn't wear a coat and only wore a smock. She walked behind Yi Tianyang.
Yi Tianyang turned around.
Seeing that her movements were not smooth, he frowned slightly as she walked. He knew that she had just experienced the wind and rain and was not feeling well.
"Why didn't you sleep more? It's nothing.”
"I couldn't sleep, so I got up. Sir, did you write this article? Can I read it?"
Even though they had already done the most intimate thing last night.
However, Li Qingru was still a little reserved when facing Yi Tianyang.
Li Qingru's eyes were filled with surprise. It had only been a night, but Yi Tianyang had already gotten dozens of densely packed pieces of paper.
"Yes, see if you can submit it to the newspaper office.”
Li Qingru also knew about the editor looking for Yi Tianyang last night.
After hearing Yi Tianyang's words, Li Qingru picked up the topmost few pages and read them carefully.
………………
! A ticket! He begged for everything!
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