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"Sounds...it does make sense, but Mr. Writer, is it really appropriate for you to do this?"

"There is nothing inappropriate, you can ask, which writer has never thought about it this way. If not, then he is definitely not a serious person."

"Well... after all, is it really okay for you to tell me this?"

"Of course there is no problem. I believe that the respected Mr. Holmes will definitely not leak what I said."

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Luo Chuan looked at the words written on the light curtain with a relieved smile on his face.

He is writing the story of Sherlock Holmes.

At the beginning, Luo Chuan did create according to the plot development of the original work, with only minor localization modifications.

For example, adding extraordinarily elements to the worldview, Holmes as the protagonist is also not an ordinary person-he adopts the character image of the great detective Herman of Saintia.

Over time, Luochuan also began to gradually add some of his own ideas.

Of course, you are right to understand that you let yourself go.

Luo Chuan came up with this story himself. The content is probably that a writer who wrote a novel found the protagonist Sherlock Holmes and wanted to entrust him.

In order to learn more, Holmes talked to his customer about his work.

Luo Chuan said this very empirically.

So writing this story is full of inspiration and can't stop at all. When he reacts, it seems that his fingers have automatically coded this complete story.

There is a saying, you are already a pair of mature hands, you should learn to code words by yourself.

That's right, it's almost like this.

Luo Chuan stretched out, and scattered the keyboard condensed by the light in front of him, and the light showing the text was still present next to him.

It is not complete to write it alone. Luochuan still needs to make some corrections, typos or some paragraphs that don't seem to be appropriate.

Very troublesome.

So he usually asks the system or Yao Ziyan to do the work for him, and he is still in the mood today.

"Well, let Xiaoyan help."

Luo Chuan smiled and said to himself, and then lay peacefully on the sofa.

The code word was refreshed for a while, and the crematorium was modified.

Although the modification function provided by the system is also good, Luochuan always feels weird after modification. He can't tell how strange it is, but it's not like what a normal human can write.

Relatively speaking, he believed in Yao Ziyan more.

After all, this girl was personally led by him to the road of writing novels. As the forerunner, Luo Chuan felt that it was necessary to give Yao Ziyan some tasks to improve her ability.

That's right, that's it.

"Luochuan, are you still writing?"

The door was pushed open, and the girl's voice sounded quite surprised.

Yao Ziyan was wiping her hair with a towel, and her damp hair was slightly messy and scattered, perhaps because she had a light blush on her face because of the shower, her clear eyes with a curious look, pure white The nightdress showed almost perfect curves, and the exposed white skin showed an almost transparent texture.

Luo Chuan shifted his gaze downward, revealing a tender lotus root-like calf under the skirt. The soles of his feet were snow-white and slender, and the floor he stepped on left almost imperceptible small footprints.

Luo Chuan glanced at it, and then at it again.

He was thinking in his mind how to make reasonable requests.

Xu Ye felt Luo Chuan's gaze, Yao Ziyan looked down suspiciously, and then showed a helpless look, raising his head to look at a certain boss.

"Luochuan."

"Ok?"

"Does it look good?"

The girl asked with a smile, lifted the skirt slightly upwards, and turned around a few times, like a butterfly dancing lightly, and quietly flew into Luo Chuan's heart.

"nice."

Luo Chuan nodded. He always seeks truth from facts and never lies.

Damn, almost, almost!

Thinking of this in his heart, the expression on Luo Chuan's face remained at a normal level, until everything ended, a little disappointment was unavoidable in his heart.

"Luochuan, are you thinking about something weird?" Yao Ziyan put down the towel, flicked her long hair a few times with her palm, and casually asked Luochuan.

"No." Luo Chuan did not admit.

Yao Ziyan rolled her eyes. She didn't believe Luo Chuan's words, and sat down next to her: "If you don't have it, then I was thinking about..."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly.

The girl bit her lip, lowered her eyebrows, and pinched the corners of her clothes with her palms. The cherry blossoms on her face seemed a bit richer.

Luo Chuan raised his eyebrows.

To be honest, he couldn't tell whether this was the girl's true thoughts or just a joke to him.

The previous filming gave Yao Ziyan another similar hobby in her life, just like the scene where the two people performed their acting skills before Chapter Five.

"What are you thinking about?"

Luo Chuan asked, the best way to deal with it is to respond to all changes in the same way. This is the experience he has gained in his life for a long time.

The girl didn't speak, but her hand holding the corner of her clothes became tighter, and because of her shyness, the soles of her feet leaned together uneasyly.

Ok…

With previous experience, Luochuan felt that it was time for him to do something.

"Come on, help me change this chapter of the novel."

Luo Chuan pulled the light curtain in front of Yao Ziyan.

How could such a good opportunity be missed? You must know that it would take a lot of effort to let Yao Ziyan help out on weekdays.

The girl raised her head, looked at the light curtain in front of her blankly, and blinked her eyes, as if she still didn't understand what was happening in front of her.

Yao Ziyan actually didn't know why he would do this, but if Luo Chuan really said his thoughts, it wouldn't be impossible to satisfy him a little bit.

But she never expected that Luo Chuan would say such a thing.

What should I say? Is it the boss in her heart?

"Huh...well, I'll help you." Yao Ziyan sighed, and reluctantly agreed.

He took a sip of the cold tea from the side, and began to browse the plot of the novel on the light curtain.

"Puff... hehehehe, Luochuan, you wrote this by yourself, right?!"

Yao Ziyan coughed and wiped off the tea at the corner of her mouth, and looked at a boss with a dumbfounded look. At this moment, she was full of desire to complain.

"No, it's just inspiration from real life." Luo Chuan corrected that the inspiration of the novel comes from reality. As a qualified author, you must learn to find inspiration from reality.

Yao Ziyan keep reading.

Luo Chuan looked at the girl from the side, hesitated and said, "Xiaoyan."

"Huh?" Yaozi replied without answering his cigarette butt.

"What you said just now..."

"What are you talking about? What did I say?"

Yao Ziyan looked back, her purple eyes filled with mischievous smiles.