(11) Is your manuscript fee that high?

  The snow in the north falls one after another, and the snow on the ground accumulates layer by layer, never completely melting away.

  Since learning about Song Min's fall, Song's mother no longer allows Song Min to go to the hospital alone.

  Song Min was very naughty since childhood, often getting hurt and causing the whole family to worry.

  Especially her habit of walking without looking at the road, she can fall down even on flat ground, who dares to let her go out on a day with such thick snow.

  Song Min sneaked into Song Hao's sickroom.

  "How did you come again?" Song Hao was reading a book, heard the noise and looked up, his face immediately turned black for half, "The exercise book you asked me to do yesterday I haven't finished it yet, can you let me off?"

  Song Min didn't say a word and threw the envelope in his hand to Song Hao.

  Song Hao's eyes lit up the moment he opened the envelope. He pulled out two concert tickets from the envelope, "Wow, sis, you bought these for me?"

  "Hmm." Song Min sat down on one side and muttered silently, "Your sister, I won't buy it for you, who do you think will buy it for you? A passerby?"

  "Is this still an internal affair? Do you have so much money for manuscript fees?"

  Song Hao's one sentence made Song Min choke on a mouthful of blood, and your sister, even if she was an 18th-tier author, still had people reading her work, right? Why did the expression on her face look like that of a writer whose books weren't selling well?

  "Just enough for the fees of two short stories."

  "Haha, sister you're so cool! I've been wanting to go see Yan Song's concert for a long time, but mom confiscated all my money and didn't give me a single cent. I love you so much!" Song Hao was holding his watch on the bed, twisting back and forth with an excited face, almost as if he wanted to come over and kiss Song Min twice.

  "Alright, calm down a bit more, or the plaster will come loose." Song Min looked at him helplessly - kids are just kids after all. "However, you'll have to reimburse yourself for the plane ticket."

  "Huh? Then you're not going with me?"

  "He's not my idol anyway." Song Min sat down at the head of the bed and put his arm around Song Hao's shoulders, "And you, just wait until after the college entrance exams, invite one of your good buddies or a girl you like to go together, huh?"

  Song Min raised an eyebrow and smiled very slyly.

  Song Hao's face had a faint tendency to turn red.

  Looks like something's up.

  "Do you have someone you like?" Song Min asked curiously.

  "No." Song Hao's face grew redder and redder.

  "You admit it and won't lose face, you say if the girl knew about your situation, even if she liked you, she wouldn't want to be with you."

  Song Hao: "......"

  "You don't even dare to admit that you like someone, and yet you still have the nerve to say that you like them?" Song Min looked at Song Hao's face slowly turning red, and he still felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. "You don't even have the courage to admit your liking, tsk tsk tsk, Song Hao, who did you inherit this cowardice from?"

  "Are you annoying or what?!" Song Hao's face turned bright red, like a ripe apple, "First find me an elder brother-in-law and then talk!!"

  "I'm telling you, these things can't be rushed, it's all about fate, but you're different, you already have someone you like, you..."

  "Get out of here quickly!" Song Hao was extremely frustrated. Who did Song Min learn to be so nagging from?!

  "Hey, I just gave you the concert ticket and this is how you treat me."

  "You're really annoying! I'm going to be driven mad by you, do you know that!!" Song Hao yelled crazily.

  The door of the ward was knocked twice and then someone pushed it open.

  "Hey, are you two fighting again?" a voice with a hint of amusement rang out.

  Song Min and Song Hao almost simultaneously looked up.

  Wen Yan wore a white coat, with a light-colored shirt underneath, the buttons were buttoned up tightly, and he looked like he had a kind of ascetic air about him.

  What's going on again? Has he heard them arguing many times before? Song Min chuckled twice, "Really embarrassing."

  "It doesn't matter."

  Song Min: "......"

  Song Min suddenly felt that Wen Yan was shameless.

  Wen Yan smiled and turned to Song Hao, "I just came to see you, nothing else, I'll go home after work."

  "Ah! Something's going on!" Song Hao pushed Song Min away, not letting her sit on his bed. "Brother, can you take her home for me? Don't let her bother me here!!"

  "Alright." Wen Yan put his hands into the pockets of his white coat and said, "First follow me back to the office to change your clothes."

  "I..." Song Min was originally going to refuse, but thinking that she had slipped her feet countless times on the way to the hospital, it was really thrilling, so she took back the rest of her words, "Oh."

  "Song Hao, a total of 2,520 yuan, please return me the money when you have it, thank you."

  Song Min threw out a sentence before going out.

  Then Song Hao's majestic and powerful roar echoed through the mountains and rivers, "Bastard!!!!!!!!!!"