Zhuo Jiaoer kept sighing, and typed quickly in the blank computer document. Zhen Momu thought she had recovered, but when she looked closer, all the words were "Wu Xiong Wu Xiong Wu Xiong Wu Xiong"
"Jiaoer."
"mom!"
Zhuo Jiaoer closed the notebook at once, looked at Zhen Momu with a smile, and kept changing the topic.
"Grandma came to see you, Mom, but what you said really made her sad. It seems that you have become a biological mother and a family. Anyway, you are very heartless. You still say you don't know Jiao'er. I'm your daughter Ah, Mom, I thought you were sick again."
"Intermittent psychosis?"
"No, no, mom, I shouldn't have said anything. Mom's body has recovered a long time ago, I'm just afraid."
Zhen Momu gently stroked Zhuo Jiaoer's head, recalling the scene in her dream, Chen Luolan, Fu Bai, and Fu Qinqi.
"Jiao'er, many people asked me to take good care of you, saying that you will be a great writer in the future, will you work hard?"
"I, I, ouch, Mom, let me tell you the truth. There is no website anymore, so sign with me again. I secretly took your ID card and re-registered to write articles, but I just couldn't sign up. Maybe My novels are really not suitable for the current market. In the past, editors signed me, maybe they thought I had a TV series, and I was a bit famous. Now my pen name can¡¯t be used, and I have to re-create a pen name, and I can¡¯t sign a contract. It¡¯s really not good. I know what to do. So, I'd better tell mom in advance, don't put too much hope on me, I guess, no, I will definitely let mom down."
"Jiao'er, mom will stand behind you and support you with all my strength, no matter what you do, but mom knows that you won't do anything that hurts your image, right?"
"I used to be a public figure, but now, hey, I can't say anything! Even if I commit suicide to gain attention, at most it will be social news, or if it becomes entertainment news, then I will die to entertain the public. I can¡¯t enter the literary circle, and even the Writers¡¯ Association considered my influence and removed me. Mom, I¡¯m sorry, I always contradicted you and grandma before, and I didn¡¯t even listen to anyone because of Wu Xiong¡¯s matter. Only when I get a bloody head, I will know that what my mother and grandma said is all right, but it is too late, I personally ruined my future, and Wu Xiong was not with me, what the hell did I plan?"
"First love is like this, it hurts and hurts."
Before Zhen Momu finished speaking, there was Zhuo Xiaotian's shadow in her mind.
"When people are old, they always like to recall the past. It is good to be young, and the future is promising, so many goals can be achieved."
Zhen Momu drooped half of her eyelids, especially envious of Zhuo Jiaoer's age.
"Youth is to keep falling, and then get up. When you reach the age of your mother, you may not be able to run, and you will not be able to get up easily after you fall. Probably, what mother is telling you now, you I don¡¯t quite understand it, but in the future, you will move slowly, cherish time, and don¡¯t think that what the public thinks of you is what you are. People are not gods, there will always be mistakes, as long as you correct them, and Step by step towards the ideal, I believe that Jiaoer's works will be put on the screen again."
"Mom, do you really think so? Don't you encourage me because I'm your daughter? But I'm really good?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com