This efficiency may be explosive for other authors, but for her, it is average.
It's not that she can't write now, the main thing is... everyone knows that after writing a novel again and again, you will always get tired of it.
If I write two novels again and again, I will get even more bored.
Ding Wei now wants to think about whether she can write something else, but she always feels that she is full of ideas and has nowhere to use them——
Life is quite lonely!
Before the loneliness was over, he was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.
"Weiwei," Chen Siyu knocked on her door: "It's time to eat."
…
Ding Wei saved the document, then stood up and stretched, feeling that her whole body was stiff.
She stretched her arms and kicked her legs in the bedroom for another two minutes. When she looked at the time, it was past twelve-thirty.
She walked out of the room and looked at the two sisters who had already started eating. She couldn't help but said depressedly: "You two don't eat breakfast, so you should have lunch earlier."
It's almost one o'clock. Aren't you hungry in the morning? I didn't hear any movement. They came out to eat something else.
Having an earlier lunch will make your life look healthier.
Bai Shanshan raised her head in confusion: "Are you hungry? You are going to be hungry. Eat something first."
Chen Siyu even ate without raising her head: "I went to bed so late last night and woke up after eleven o'clock... Could it be that you didn't sleep in, right?"
The tone is quite incredible.
Ding Wei:……
What's wrong with not sleeping in? Her red heart is pointing toward the sun. Sleeping in is simply a waste of youth!
…
Fortunately, the two sisters, who were engrossed in eating, didn't really want to answer. Ding Wei was silent for a while, then pulled out a stool and sat down.
Although the hotel's meals are delivered at 12:30, it's not like there's nothing else to eat at home, and most of them are imported.
Who would have thought that someone who sleeps in can really seamlessly switch with the school's biological clock and sleep until after eleven o'clock!
Ding Wei:......!
Very angry.
"Forget it, forget it," she waved her hand: "What are you going to have for brunch? I really don't care. Just eat well."
Chen Siyu finished a mouthful of braised pork with a "ouch": "The cooking techniques of this star-rated hotel are much better than those made in our school cafeteria! It's so delicious!"
She stamped her feet excitedly, feeling unsatisfied at the moment:
"When I get back in the evening, I'll buy a watermelon and put it in the refrigerator to chill. We can eat it together tonight."
Ding Wei nodded: "Then I'll cut it in half. I like to hold it and eat it with a spoon."
Bai Shanshan was stunned.
"Aren't watermelons cut into small pieces and sold in boxes? Do you want to buy a whole watermelon? Is it okay if they don't cut it?"
This "why not eat minced meat" lady...someone cuts the watermelon into small pieces! This is no fun at all.
In this era when fruit cutting is not very popular now, Chen Siyu didn't answer her words at all. Instead, he couldn't help but get a little greedy by Ding Wei's words: "Okay, I'll cut it in half and eat it with a spoon."
If you don’t hold half a piece of watermelon in summer, you simply have no soul!
Bai Shanshan quickly shook her head and swallowed the food in her mouth: "No, no, I want half of it too."
So here comes the question, everyone wants to hold half of a watermelon, how do three people divide it?
"Then you won't buy two."
Bai Shanshan looked at Chen Siyu.
Chen Siyu was also depressed: "It's okay to buy two, but the extra half must be put in the refrigerator. When tomorrow, the watermelon won't be so fresh... Which of you will eat it?"
To be honest, Bai Shanshan has never tasted overnight watermelon in her life.
She looked at Ding Wei, and Ding Wei looked at Chen Siyu.
Originally, who hasn’t eaten overnight watermelon?
Ding Wei had never eaten less before, and she had not been so pretentious in her previous life.
But when sisters are together, the meaning of soul is to show class (???).
Yesterday's watermelon is not worthy of today's Weiweizi. I won't eat it.
Chen Siyu:......
have to.
At the bottom of the food chain, the experience of being oppressed is still vivid in my mind. What can I say now?
"I eat."
She sighed, always feeling that this sister's friendship didn't seem to work well at the critical moment.
Oh, half a watermelon.
…
In the end, she was willing to eat the overnight one, but the two sisters were still picky: "Then you must remember to buy the seedless one, because I don't like to spit out watermelon seeds."
Another conductor: "Remember to choose something a little sweeter. If it's not sweet, don't eat it."
Who is not the little baby in the family?
Chen Siyu has never seen a melon field when she is so old! She can pick a woolen watermelon.
She couldn't tell the difference between "dong dong dong" and "dah da da" when knocking watermelon.
"I'll fall down if I don't eat."
Siyu, who is at the bottom, also has his own little temper.
…
With her attitude, Bai Fushan had a new idea:
"Forget it, I'm afraid that the watermelon you picked is not delicious and has seeds. I'll call the hotel tonight to bring it over."
Ding Wei nodded: "It's okay, but I don't feel safe when she buys watermelon. The one I bought at school last year was still white when cut into half."
Bai Shanshan also thought of this, and now she was very proud of her cleverness:
"You're right, we really can't give her this chance."
Chen Siyu:......
She was already filling her mouth with rice silently.
If you don’t buy it, you won’t have to carry it back with her... and you’ll be rewarded with two watermelons, which makes her really look like a strong man.
snort!
???
…
"Hey, that's right."
After having enough wine and food, the three of them spread out on the sofa and continued to turn over the channels on the TV. It seemed that if they didn't turn over the channels, the other channels would become moldy.
"Weiwei, you've been locked in your room all morning, aren't you still coding?"
Ding Wei nodded: "Yes, it's hard to wait until the holiday. What a waste if you don't seize the time."
Chen Siyu:......
Bai Shanshan was complaining that she didn't have free time to spend with her sisters before, but now she was so excited that she nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, write quickly, I'll be waiting to read it at any time. I spend too much time reading novels during the holidays."
Ding Wei was a little confused: "A whole website of novels isn't enough for you?"
With such a reader reminding her of updates every day, she is right next to her. Now she is quite comfortable with the reminders and has no pressure at all.
Bai Shanshan was proud: "Don't think about diverting your attention and reducing stress. What I love most is you, so I look forward to it every day."
But no, there are twenty or thirty books in the bookshelf. Even though they have to be exposed to rain and dew, there are always two books that I want to read immediately every day... This is where the position of the Queen of the Palace is stable.
Ding Wei:……
…
"Alas," she sighed, "Suddenly I don't know what to write in the next book."
Chen Siyu was a little nervous and quickly got closer: "What's going on? Are you out of inspiration? I heard other writers say that they have to go to collect ideas and so on. Do you want to go out and have some fun?"
"Otherwise, you can come with me to visit the clothing factory in Guangzhou, Shanghai."
Ding Wei glanced at her with complicated eyes:
"No, my problem is that I have too many ideas and I don't know which one to choose."
As an experienced woman, who hasn’t dreamed up some fantastic stories in her heart?
Not to mention too much, she couldn't even go through the catalog one by one of the themes she had seen in her previous life...
Too many!
Of course, this is also a piece of wisdom.
I really want her to create a theme of her own... Ding Wei told the truth, she doesn't seem to have the ability.
I have recorded a few ideas before, but those ideas are interesting, but some of the ideas or applications are too advanced.
It's not that far yet.
Can't write.
For example, the synopsis of driving a courier service in a vegetable market, Taotaobao has not yet fully developed, so if it were written, it would probably not resonate well with readers.
This is where Ding Wei worries.
She also wanted to write a high-end, elegant, low-key, luxurious and connotative novel, but she didn't want to rack her brains to write it in a stumbling block. At the same time, she also wanted to keep her smooth thinking and not go astray...
In this way, I can no longer look down on the previous ideas, but there are too many ideas in my heart, and I can't choose at all...
So troublesome.
…
Chen Siyu felt that her sisterhood was hurt, and threw down the pillow angrily: "What's so great about you cultural people! I'm going to my store."
Too.
When I was in school, I was always in a hurry in and out of the store, and I couldn't calm down and work on my career.
I didn’t go at all during the last few days of the semester, and relied entirely on remote control.
Nowadays, it is a luxury to sleep in and relax for a day after the holidays. It is better to go there as soon as possible to grasp the situation in time.
Ding Wei lay on the sofa and called back to her: "Siyu."
Doesn't this save the precarious sisterhood? It will prevent the boat from capsizing.
"I think if you have time, don't rush to check out your online store. You can go with Shanshan to meet her sister-in-law."
"My sister-in-law is a fashion designer. She also has two clothing factories with several production lines. You can discuss it and see if there is anything in common. Or can her sister-in-law's career inspire you?"
"If that doesn't work, go to the factory and visit the head office."
Chen Siyu's eyes suddenly lit up (????).
Bai Shanshan was stunned for a moment, and then she realized:
"Yes, that's what my sister-in-law does. Alas, before I asked you to go, you always said you had to go to the store... It's all your fault, I forgot about it."
Chen Siyu:......
Yes, with such unique conditions around her, why would she choose to stay far away?
Chen Siyu took the blame with heartache.
…
After eating, Ding Wei maintained her health-preserving habits and took another short nap.
Fortunately, the quality of my sleep was quite good. After half an hour, I felt that I had made up for all the shortcomings of not getting enough sleep last night.
She was in high spirits, and when she looked at the time, it was only two o'clock!
I wonder if Xiuxiu has a lunch break today?
Didn’t I say last time that I wouldn’t be so busy after I caught up with the progress?
But when I looked at my phone, there was no information about the other party. I guess I was still working overtime.
no.
Ding Wei thought cautiously: At this critical moment, both thinking and sleep are very important, so she should not disturb them rashly.
So I turned on my computer again, logged in to QQ, and typed the editing function.
——Being idle is idle anyway.
…
The hard-working Guomu now only wants to make money. Besides, she is getting older and her nap is not as good as before, so at two o'clock, she is still awake.
Not only awake, but also in high spirits.
She discovered a novel on the Dreamweaver Literature Network. The ranking was not outstanding, but it was not bad. It could barely make it into the top fifty bestsellers.
The subject matter is also quite popular. It tells the story of a girl who travels to the world of cultivating immortals and then has romantic entanglements with several men.
Of course, it’s not just about love, but also all kinds of novel world views.
Guo Mu felt quite proud of this subject matter.
Who doesn’t know that the truly complete system of cultivating immortals is only mentioned in a few words in Jing Ran Youlian’s novel?
But relying on this alone is not very comprehensive.
Regardless of whether the other party borrowed it, had a collision of inspirations, or came up with it myself... In short, there have been many novels about the world of cultivating immortals on the website recently. The level division and cultivation system are quite interesting. This can be regarded as the creation of a genre.
However, since Jing Ran Youwei's novel only occasionally touches on the world of cultivating immortals, it is not very accurate to establish a genre...
In short, it’s too far off topic.
What made editor Guo Mu happy was that a publisher he had worked with before took a fancy to this "Flying Fairy" and decided to buy the copyright.
She has been following up for a while, and now she has been chatting with the other party for a long time and is negotiating on the price.
…
This was an important opportunity for Guomu to prove her strength on the website, and she took it very seriously. She personally contacted the author and learned that the author had a full text of 570,000 words.
If this word count is published, it can be divided into two parts. It is a word count that is very popular among publishers nowadays.
The plot of the novel is not trivial, the emotional entanglements are very heart-wrenching, and there are no major flaws in the plot development. After being listed as a candidate, I was immediately chosen by the other party.
If it weren't for the fact that they were thinking of online novels and offered a low price at the beginning, Guomu would have completed this promotion task long ago.
but.
Editor Guo Mu: Editor Chen, don’t worry about it being an online novel. I would say, the more online the novel is, the better. Look, how many fans are there for this novel?
Editor Guo Mu: Even if only one tenth of the people buy the genuine version, it will be a big stimulus to sales.
Are there few new books from various publishers at the moment? The comparison is fans and sales.
In fact, after reading a novel online, Guomu doesn’t know if readers will buy the physical book again.
But judging from the previous publishing situations of Ding Wei Magazine, even if the magazine serializes one issue and collects it, readers who want to buy it will still buy it.
She used Jingran Order as an analogy, and finally made the other party relent.
"Okay. Two hundred and thirty thousand, buy it out at one price."
The price is not low nowadays, and physically publishing novels is also rare.
Guomu didn't hesitate and just made the decision.
"Okay, I'll go and communicate with the author right away. Make an appointment for us to sign the agreement."
The other party is also the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, and he already has some pricing power. With the price of 230,000, it is already close to the other party's bottom line.
They still have so many novels to collaborate on in the future, and Guomu knows how to leave room for others.
…
I was in a hurry to contact the author when news about Ding Wei suddenly popped up and he kept poking at her.
Subconsciously, her eyelids twitched.
This life is no longer 996: Are you there? Are you there? Are you there?
Editor Guo Mu:......
If another author asks, she will answer immediately when she has time.
But if it was Ding Wei, she always felt that the other party's tone was strange, and even every question mark seemed to have a malicious expression.
——Could it be that menopause is approaching?
The editor Guomu, who is in his forties, couldn't help but feel a little guilty and thought: Otherwise, why would he be so suspicious?
Editor Guo Mu: If you have something to say, don’t ask if you are here.
This Life Is No More 996: Oh.
No More This Life 996: It’s nothing, I just don’t know what to write in the next book. Do you have any good suggestions?
When he saw these words, Guomu's heart skipped a beat just like Chen Siyu!
--coming!
The great pain that all writers face - losing inspiration and running out of talent!
Xiao Bailian and Jing Ran Wenwei also have their works serialized there! Jing Ran Wenxu has the full text of the manuscript under his name, but Xiao Bailian's current works are still selling well, so we must not let the chain slip!
She quickly switched modes and whispered softly:
"What's wrong? No inspiration? Are you too stressed?"
"Would you like to relax for a few days and take a vacation?"
Busy and busy, I had long forgotten that Ding Wei and the others were on summer vacation.
"No."
The vicissitudes of life on the other end said:
“There are so many ideas, I don’t know which one to write.”
Fruit trees:……
So love will disappear, and sincerity will eventually be wrongly paid... right?
…
Seeing that she didn't reply for a long time, Ding Wei couldn't help but say:
"Let me give you some inspiration I have on hand."
Guomu is communicating with the author:
"The copyright of your novel is not promised to anyone else, right?"
The author's heart moved, and he immediately realized the huge opportunity. Blood rushed to his head in an instant, and his heart and eyes were filled with ecstasy!
But I'm still a little unsure, afraid it's just a daydream——
After all, there are so many good books on the list, and there are even more books written better than hers, so why is it her turn?
Or is it just a question, nothing else?
But after thinking about it, she felt no less excited inside, so she shook her hands cautiously, and it took her a long time to type out a sentence:
"Yes, it's all in my hands. Do you want to..."
However, after replying, there was no news for a long time.
She couldn't help but condemn herself:
what happened!
Drop the chain at the critical moment!
Isn't it possible that it's a matter of copyright sales? How could you not reply for so long? The editor-in-chief is so busy every day, and he still condescends to communicate with me... Doesn't this delay affect him from doing other things?
After thinking about it, my mood was ups and downs in an instant, and I didn't know what to do.
…
Guomu was speechless as he looked at the messages sent by Ding Wei one by one.
This life is no longer 996: There is an idea like this.
This Life Is No Longer 996: The protagonist is burdened with hatred and impoverished, and accidentally enters an antique and mysterious hotel called Huangliang Yimeng late at night.
The shop owner kindly treated him to a bowl of yellow rice.
When he woke up again, he was in another world.
In this world, he needs to constantly complete various tasks - detective, puzzle solving, supernatural, horror, dealing with the ghosts of the dead...
Each time you complete one, you will receive different rewards, including those that improve your physical fitness, those that increase your lifespan, and those that greatly enhance your strength...
And when he woke up after completing a mission, only five minutes had passed, and the yellow rice rice in his hand was still hot.
…
This kind of subject matter is extremely novel in this era. Editor Guo Mu didn't care to say anything else and just hammered the keyboard like crazy!
Editor Guo Mu: Write! Just write this! Write well!
However, just after I sent this message, I saw another message from the other party.
This Life Is No Longer 996: The second idea.
This Life Is No Longer 996: The protagonist is a college student. When he went back to his hometown to visit the mountains during the vacation, he accidentally saw two strange old men in ancient costumes playing chess on the mountain.
Out of curiosity, he stood there and watched for a while, and even picked a plum from the tree next to him to eat. When one plum was eaten, the chess game was finally decided. The two old men looked at him and smiled mysteriously.
Laughed.
"Young man, we are destined to give you a great opportunity."
After saying that, the two people hurried into the forest and disappeared.
The young college student woke up and saw that it was getting dark, so he hurried down the mountain.
After he trudged down the mountain, he discovered that the familiar village from his hometown had long disappeared, replaced by thatched houses and people wearing antique clothes.
He came to the world of cultivating immortals.
…
Editor Guo Mu:......
Editor Guo Mu:!!!
Oh my God, is this a different kind of Peach Blossom Land story?
Guomu felt that her whole body was filled with excitement, and her typing hand was a little unsteady:
"Write! Write this too! Both of you write together."
As soon as she thought about the next plot, her heart was so excited that she completely forgot that she had negotiated a publishing contract before.
And the humble little author was still in a daze waiting for her reply.
…
However, Ding Wei did not want to let it go.
This Life Is No More 996: Don’t worry, there is another version of this idea.
The protagonist goes down the mountain, only to find that his hometown village with beautiful mountains and rivers has long since disappeared, replaced by dilapidated post-modern buildings.
When he came back to his senses, he realized that seventy years had passed. During these seventy years, the recovery of the earth's spiritual energy, the invasion of species from alien space and the universe, and the drastic changes in people's physical fitness have all caused unprecedented changes in the world.
great changes.
This is the spiritual revival of the Dharma-ending era.
…
Editor Guo Mu:!!!
Don't ask, just ask to get excited.
She was tired of saying the word "write".
what to do?
She fell into a whirlpool of pain - every story outline was so interesting, no matter which one she could not let go of!
Guo Mu gritted his teeth and asked humbly: "Do you think it's possible to write three books at the same time?"
With such a good subject matter, we must seize the opportunity first.
After asking, she started to build herself psychologically:
It might work.
Ding Wei, the tentacle madman, used to write two books at the same time, and could write 50,000 to 60,000 words in a day. Now she only divides 50,000 to 60,000 words into three books, which is completely enough for serialization!
ah!
She suddenly thought of another thing:
In this way, I'm afraid "The Floating World" will almost become her personal special issue in the future!
But if we don’t serialize them all and then publish them to other magazines... I won’t be reconciled!
Before this sweet pain could stay in her heart for two minutes, Ding Wei's message came again.
This life is no longer 996: There is another thought.
Editor Guo Mu almost cried.
"you say."
She was trembling and it took her a long time to type these two words.
…
This Life Is No Longer 996: The protagonist is a college student. He accidentally bought a jade pendant from a street stall and accidentally stuck blood on it. It turns out that the jade pendant is an ancient artifact and opens up a portable space.
There are countless elixirs, spiritual springs, and various mysterious techniques. Before he could be surprised, a sudden meteorite rain caused the end of the world, and everyone turned into zombies...
You know zombies, right?
There is a foreign movie specifically about this, which is equivalent to a human-eating zombie.
In short, everything is for survival.
Guomu really cried:
"Is it okay to write this? The theme of portable space is also very novel."
This Life Is No More 996: Ah, there is another way of thinking about this.
The devil Weiwei said unceremoniously:
"Nowadays, gutter oil and Sudanese red are everywhere, and everyone's diet is very unhealthy. The protagonist accidentally got such a portable space, and decided to use the spiritual spring and various magical formulas in it to return to the countryside to farm in Baoshan, and developed
Incomparably delicious fruits and vegetables create an agricultural kingdom and attract important figures from all over the world..."
"Do you think this style of farming is popular nowadays? I feel that people in our country essentially like to hoard land for farming. Maybe it can attract a large wave of readers."
After all, so many people are passionate about food-stealing games, so there should be quite a few people who like this kind of novel.
"You've attracted me."
Guomu humbly replied the message.
…
"Then how many ideas do I have?"
Weiweizi spoke the words of the devil.
Guo Mu almost begged her.
However, Weiweizi still has some sense and knows not to hit people hard all at once, but to stop when they feel better.
"Forget it, let's not talk about it for now. Come and help me make a decision... What should I write for the next book?"
What decision to make?
How to decide?
If Guo Mu knew this, she wouldn't be in such pain. She just let out a sob and knocked her head on the keyboard.
"I don't know, I don't know, don't ask me! Otherwise you should have written it all."
One sheep is herded, two sheep are driven, three or four are in a group, life is the same anyway.
There is nothing wrong with just dividing the 50,000 to 60,000 words a day among these five or six books.
Writing 10,000 words per story a day is something that many serial writers cannot do today, but Ding Wei can definitely do it.
What kind of answer is this?
Ding Wei didn't get any useful information at all: "Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Editor, you have become so greedy. I haven't even gotten any useful advice from you."
Oh, I also got a little bit.
Ding Wei thought about it, and judging from editor Guo Mu's reaction, the beginnings of the stories she told seemed to be quite attractive to today's readers.
However, Ding Wei knows how to give up when she feels good. She stimulated Guo Mu to a great extent in one go. How will she find an editor in the future?
How could she express her depression without finding an editor?
So now I said directly: "Forget it, I can't make a decision now anyway. I will update my two books first, and I will think about it later."
"Don't be in a hurry to write."
Don't talk, chatting with the editor is indeed a good way to relieve stress.
At this moment, even her old books, which had almost lost their passion, were inspired again!
This crisp, clean and refreshing attitude makes him look like a cheating scumbag in the new century.
…
The editor Guomu, who was looking at the dialog box blankly, is still in pain.
After all, the beginning of each story is so novel and unique, she really can’t choose!
How could anyone in this world have a brain like Ding Wei's?
Do all these ideas come from eating?
One moment, one moment, one moment, each one is so difficult to let go of!
At this moment, she seemed to have rediscovered the passion she had when she first met Ding Wei. She wished she could transform into a keyboard and force herself to move!
The author doesn’t write, the keyboard does it by itself!
A mature keyboard must learn to move and write by itself!
…
Ding Wei left so many ideas and turned around and left. She also said that she would not write for the time being... a human being?
The editor came to his senses and became sulky again - this Ding Wei was indeed as evil as before.
Only then did the author whom she had contacted humbly knock on her window again.
"Hello editor-in-chief, may I ask what you meant by what you just said?"
"Oh," this is the first book Guomu has signed on the website, and he was very excited at first.
But after Ding Wei interrupted, all of this seemed to have become a thing of the past.
She has realized it.
So I replied lightly: "Nothing, I just talked about a publishing deal with you, so I want to ask if you still have the copyright."
"According to the contract, we have the priority to operate the copyright. If you are interested, you should report it in time."
"I'm talking about publishing copyright. If you have no objections, let's discuss the next thing."
The straightforward words were thrown at me, and there was no excitement or happiness at all.
What are you still discussing?
Is this ecstasy, ecstasy?
The author of online novels never thought that he would encounter this kind of thing before, publishing and publishing!
What an honor it was, enough for her mother to play cards for three months!
No, blow it for a year!
When the time comes, she must buy a hundred copies for herself, ten for collection, and the remaining ninety for her relatives, friends, and fellow villagers.
The other author trembled and typed a line, clearly expressing his excitement, and finally asked a mundane question shyly: "Then do I know how much it is?"
Guomu was still a little absent-minded, so he directly replied: "It's not much, but I'll try my best to help you. You are the first book on our website, so your starting point will definitely not be low."
"Two hundred and thirty thousand, do you feel satisfied?"
The author opposite has almost fainted with happiness, two hundred and thirty thousand!
It’s enough for her to buy two houses in her hometown!
Oh my gosh.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
…
After sending the message frantically and excitedly, she realized belatedly...the editor seemed so calm.
Is this kind of thing very common on websites? Didn’t you just say that this is your first book? Or are you saying that others are already under negotiation?
Just thinking about it, the excitement just now disappeared like a bubble.
Sure enough, is she still too easily complacent?
It turns out that in the eyes of editors, these are nothing, right?
The author calmed down again.
…
When it came to money, Guomu became a little more rational, and now he did not forget to give the other party a reminder:
"Yes, 230,000, but according to the contract, the 230,000 will be divided with the website and tax paid. Do you have a general understanding of this?"
"Understand, understand."
The novelist is just an ordinary girl. Now she works as an accountant in a small company, and her monthly salary is only 2,000 yuan.
When I signed the contract, although I drooled over the copyright aspect, I didn't dare to ask for too much.
Unexpectedly, my dream has come true now.
Two hundred and thirty thousand!
Not to mention that the website only took 20% of the commission, even if it took half, the remaining money would be so rich that she could never imagine.
The Piaopiao that had been suppressed just now was like a bubble, and it squeezed up again.
She fell into ecstasy again.
Guomu sighed with vicissitudes of life, and now reopened the dialog box for chatting with Ding Wei, looking at the several ideas described above——
Wow, I really want to see every one of them!
/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
…
The editor is indeed a source of inspiration. After communicating with Guomu, even though she didn't get any advice, Ding Wei's hand speed still soared, writing from 2:30 to 6:30 in the afternoon.
Four hours, a full 38,000 words.
"Oh my God!"
Ding Wei looked at her palm in surprise, turning it over and over——
Is a young body more powerful, or are my golden fingers hidden among these ten fingers?
She tentatively typed two words on the keyboard and found that there was no airflow lingering between her fingers.
The areas where the fingers come into contact with the keyboard do not emit various colors of light.
Ah, that is probably my true strength.
She thought about it proudly.
Then he quickly took his hands back and massaged each other to relax his nerves. Then he stretched and stood up.
If nothing else, the feeling of freedom and ease during vacation is really good.
Another fulfilling day is about to pass.
…
Oh, I have to add -
It’s really nice to have a vacation and live in Bai Fumei’s home without having to worry about anything!
She held a bowl of grapes and continued to turn the TV channels. Her phone vibrated again, and a note number that had not appeared for a long time flashed on the screen——
Wang Rou.
It's been so long that Ding Wei almost couldn't remember the identity of this young lady.
Fortunately, the two of them usually chatted on QQ. Now they were stunned for a moment, converted the person into a QQ nickname, and then converted it into the corresponding person, and then it came to mind.
——Isn’t this instructor Lin Feng’s weak girlfriend who can cry?
But...don't we usually chat online? Why did we suddenly make a phone call?
"Sister Rou."
She quickly answered the call.
…
I heard Sister Rou on the opposite side change her previous cheerfulness and now asked coyly:
"What...Ding Wei, do you have time recently? I...I'm getting married."
Ding Wei:!!!
She was shocked.
"Sister Rou, you are getting married, what should I, the instructor, do?!"
silence.
Silence is today's small level.
After a long while, a familiar loud voice finally sounded on the other end of the phone:
"What are you thinking about? Of course I am married to your instructor!"
"oh."
Ding Wei breathed a sigh of relief.
"congratulations."
Oh my god, this kind of young lady who has a 900-square-meter martial arts gym at home is still suitable for a straight man like their instructor who has a building and a mine in the west.
Think about it, I didn’t even own a house at the beginning, so I had to worry about other people’s future and possible demolition in the future...
Uh-huh, so sad.
These hateful men and women are already at the end of their lives as soon as they are born. It’s so sad.
