I have been staying at Song Jiamu's house for a long time tonight. After dinner, Yun Shuqian did not go to his room again.
It was getting so late and it was not safe for the girl to go home alone, so Song Jiamu went all the way to take her home in person.
Actually, it's good to be so close.
If, just in case, for example, if they get married, they don't have to worry about whose house they will spend the New Year at. Even if they have a quarrel, it won't be troublesome for him to go to her parents' house to pick her up.
Then the two people's friend circles overlap again. If one of their friends gets married or something, they can go together and only need one gift, and then they can eat together and enjoy themselves.
Hey, wait a minute, when my friend came to attend their wedding, wouldn’t he also be missing a portion?!
Song Jiamu returned to the room and took a shower.
Since Yun Shuqian told him last time, he no longer puts his underwear in the washing machine. He squeezes some shower gel in the shower room, scrubs it, wrings it dry and puts it out to dry.
Sit down in front of the computer, first finish writing the activity report to be handed over to her, and send it to her via WeChat.
Yun Zhu Po: "Send it to our group."
Song Zhutou: "Are you so particular?"
Yunzhu Po: "If you don't take it seriously, you think the club between two people is just playing house."
Song Jiamu had no choice but to send the activity report to a large group of up to two people.
Yun Zhu Po: "[Yun Yun Yun also wants to drink more water today - he patted Song Jiamu and raised his butt]"
Yun Zhu Po: "Read."
Yunzhu Po: “@松佳木! Why haven’t you changed your paipai!!”
Song Zhutou: "Sorry, change it now."
Yun Zhu Po: "[Yun Yun Yun also wants to drink more water today - he patted Song Jiamu and called me brother, your president is so cruel]"
Yun Zhu Po: "Voice [60s]"
Song Jiamu didn't dare to listen to her voice, so he put down his phone and sorted out the inspiration for his new book.
Opening a new book is not something you just want to do. You need to be inspired first, then polish it, find the market position, and think about the selling points of the work. Then you start to build an outline and a character, which requires some relatively professional work.
knowledge, a lot of information needs to be checked.
After not typing for a few days, Song Jiamu felt very relaxed. Daily updates were really a very tiring task. The only time he could really be called a break was after finishing the book.
Big guys can rest for a year and a half without fear, but Song Jiamu can't. He doesn't have many fans in the first place. If he rests for too long, all of them will disappear.
To be honest, what attracts him most now is not how much money he can make from his new works, but what Yun Shuqian said last time, that if his subscription performance is twice that of hers, she will abdicate in favor of someone else.
This made Song Jiamu full of energy. He had been oppressed by her for a long time, so he must find an opportunity to overpower her this time.
Although he has never written a book with great results before, this Qiandian book also allowed him to gain a lot of experience. People always have to grow up by making mistakes. By observing the subscription data in the background, he gradually understood
He understands some of the laws of the market, knows what people like to read, and what they don't like to read. After writing a million-word book, he also knows what he is good at and what he is not good at writing.
Writing a book is a step-by-step process. Of course, those who are really talented are not excluded, but for most authors, this is a process of continuous improvement.
When I order it, as long as I figure out some rules, I will suddenly have an enlightenment one day. Several of the previous books have been thrown away, but there are also many people who have taken off with one book.
Before the inspiration was formed into an outline, it was all very scattered. Song Jiamu sat in front of the computer in a daze, occasionally raising his hand to type on the keyboard to record a few sentences, or opening the browser to look for some information or similar books.
Different people have different habits when thinking. For example, his father likes to drink cup after cup of strong tea, and his grandfather likes to smoke cigarettes one after another.
Song Jiamu leaned on the chair, raised his left foot and placed it on the chair, and clasped his toes with his right hand.
His feet don't stink, and his socks are changed every day. The most expensive equipment on his body is his shoes, and the worst equipment is also his shoes. Even the newly bought pair of white shoes have someone's shoe prints on them.
Yun Shuqian didn't chat with him, but she was doing the same thing with him, of course not picking her toes.
She was also thinking about a new book, but her writing habits were completely different from Song Jiamu's. She didn't have any text outline at all, just one sentence at most. What attracted her to write down were the pictures that appeared in her mind one by one, so she worked hard
Think about such a picture, then find the feeling she wants from it, and finally write it out.
As for finding information, before starting the book, the most information she looked for was about naming the male and female protagonists. This was an extremely important thing to her.
By choosing a name first, the male and female protagonist will have a landing point, and the image will gradually become clear in her mind.
When thinking, Yun Shuqian doesn't pick her toes, but she likes to bite her fingers.
The computer screen in front of her was on, and she raised her legs and curled up together on the computer chair. Because she was small, this action was very easy for her. She made a half-fist with her left hand, and her small teeth gently gnawed on her index finger or fist knuckle.
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Suddenly she thought of a few nice words, her eyes lit up, and she quickly typed on the keyboard to record them. Among the alternatives, there were already several names, and in the end only two stood out and became the male and female protagonists in her novels.
Time passed quickly, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.
Yun Shuqian knew that Song Jiamu was going to bed, so she also turned off the computer and lay on the bed.
Compared with Song Jiamu's bed, her bed was softer because she put a soft cushion on the mattress. The girl's skin was particularly tender. She couldn't sleep on the bamboo mat. She spent her high school military training outside.
At the base, I slept on bamboo mats during my temporary stay at that time. When I lay on my side, my shoulders and knees pressed against the hard mat and it was very painful. When I woke up, there would be streaks of red marks.
Of course, Yun Shuqian is not squeamish either. She won't complain when she has no conditions. Military training in high school is quite tiring, more tiring than college. It's also at an outside base and the conditions are very poor. Several girls cried.
, she didn’t cry.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At that time, because Song Jiamu was tall, he was appointed as the team leader by the instructor, responsible for leading the drills and shouting slogans.
Song Jiamu was different from her. If Yun Shuqian was the captain, she would be very strict, but Song Jiamu always led everyone to be lazy behind the instructor's back.
Until one time when he was caught by the instructor, Song Jiamu took all the responsibility and was punished with a leap of frog. The whole class watched him jump alone, but no one, including Yun Shuqian, thought he was embarrassed. Instead, they felt
He is so handsome.
Occasionally, these memories would come to mind inadvertently, and Yun Shuqian realized that in just twenty years of life, she had so many interactions with him, as if brick by brick were finally spliced together to form a building.
Nuo Da's Sunan is just like that.
After plugging the phone into the charging cable, like Song Jiamu, she used a stand to put the phone up and adjust the position of the camera.
She lay on the bed, covered herself with a quilt, and held her sleeping bear in her arms.
The advantage of having small breasts is obvious. Even if you hold a little bear in your arms, you won't feel crowded after the quilt is covered.
The poor sleeping bear has not been beaten in the past few days. As a substitute, it is finally the main body's turn to suffer.
Yun Shuqian lay on her side, stretched out her little hand and clicked on the screen, making a video call to him. Then she took her hand back, tucked up the quilt, covering half of her little face, and looked at it with big eyes blinking.
Until the screen came on, she hugged the little bear tighter.
In the picture is Nian Nian's butt.
"Every year."
When I heard someone calling me kitty, I turned around and was greeted by a big cat face.
Then a pair of big hands came out and hugged the kitten away. Song Jiamu, shirtless and upper body, appeared on the screen.
This annoying guy has a really good figure and is very attractive to girls, but Yun Shuqian still called him a pervert.
"I'm used to taking off my clothes to sleep. It's very uncomfortable to wear clothes."
Song Jiamu lay down and pulled up the quilt to cover his figure.
"Then I think you've slept well these past two days." Yun Shuqian said.
"You'll sleep better if you take off your clothes."
"...You shouldn't be wearing anything at all, right?"
"I still have some pants."
Song Jiamu said: "Do you want to see it?"
"Okay, open it and let me take a look."
"..."
Song Jiamu opened the quilt.
Yun Shuqian heard a cry from the other end, 'Ah! Abnormal!', and then she hid under the quilt.
After a while, she secretly used her fingers to poke a slit on the edge of the quilt, trying to take a peek, but in the picture, his quilt was still well covered, and he was playing tricks on her again.
The girl who was ashamed, annoyed and regretful got out of the quilt. She tucked the corners of the quilt and said, "Song Jiamu, if you stay like this all day long, no girl will like you."
"Hey, who is the gangster who wants to see my pants?"
"Then if you don't ask me, will I take the initiative to say that I want to see it?"
"Then if I don't ask you, how will I know if you want to read it?"
Song Jiamu imitated her, pulling up the quilt to cover half of his face. She stared, and he stared too. She pulled the quilt down a little, and he pulled it down a little.
Seeing how childish he was, Yun Shuqian was amused by him for some reason.
Her quilt covered half of her face, and Song Jiamu couldn't imitate her smile, so he had to imitate her and squint his eyes like a blind old man.
"Stop imitating this. Who can be so ugly?"
"That's it, isn't it? There's nothing I can't imitate."
"Then can you make circles with your tongue and head in opposite directions?"
"What's so difficult about this?"
Song Jiamu drew circles on his tongue and head in reverse directions.
After drawing for a while, when he saw Yun Shu rolling on the bed with a smile and no longer holding the quilt reservedly, and even Nian Nian sitting at the head of the bed looked at him blankly, Song Jiamu finally realized that something was wrong.
"goodbye."
"Don't hang up, don't hang up...! I'm afraid, I won't laugh! I won't laugh!"
"I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep, I don't care about you anymore."
Song Jiamu closed his eyes, and after a while he began to purr.
Five minutes later, he secretly opened his eyes and took a look. Yun Shuqian was still looking at him. After realizing that he was pretending to sleep, she quickly closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, Song Jiamu was really asleep.
She just looked at him quietly and listened to his slight snoring, until her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she didn't know when she closed them, and the girl also fell asleep.
I had a dream at night. I dreamed that I was back in the military training period of the first year of high school. Why did the hard bed suddenly become soft?
She took a closer look and found that she was lying in Song Jiamu's arms.
She buttoned up her collar and said, we are still in military training, we can't be like this! Song Jiamu, who was wearing camouflage uniform, said to her, it doesn't matter, let's go frog jumping together later.