Ji Li: "→_→"
Ji Li: "Do you remember the novel we read when we were traveling in Xuexiang?"
Xia Ning: "I don't remember, I don't remember, I don't remember!"
Ji Li: "You remember."
Xia Ning: "I won't listen, I won't listen, I'm not listening."
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Xia Ning's most profound memories of snowy days are quite unique.
What's special about it is that, apart from the location and the weather, it's basically unrelated to snow.
During Xia Ning's first year of college, her whole family took a trip to northern China during winter break to experience the charm of Xuexiang (Snow Town).
The snowstorm in the north was really heavy, so heavy that they were stranded in their hotel the next day because of the heavy snow and the slippery roads that made driving difficult.
So, the family of four huddled together in the hotel, feeling utterly bored.
The snow was too heavy and the internet was bad, so I could only watch the novels and TV series that Xia Ning had downloaded.
Xia Ning gave the tablet to her older sister to read novels, while she herself watched anime on her laptop.
After watching two episodes of the cartoon, Xia Ning rubbed her stiff shoulders and neck, and was about to ask her mother for some sunflower seeds when she suddenly met her older sister's complicated gaze.
I glanced at Mom again; her eyes were still glued to the screen. Dad, on the other hand, shook his head and clicked his tongue at her.
Xia Ning: ...?
Xia Ning: !!!
Xia Ning: A bad feeling!
She leaned closer to take a look and exploded: "You never knock before entering my room, and now you're just invading my privacy!"
The mother retorted confidently, "Why didn't I knock?"
Xia Ning glared: "Does knocking once before entering count as knocking?"
Mom: "It's not knocking on the door, it's sounding an alarm."
Ji Li stretched out her hand: "Comrades, we've gone off-topic!"
Xia Ning used her five-year-old trick—lying down on the bed, kicking her legs, and throwing a tantrum: "But you can't just open my novel and read it like that!"
That's right, her parents and sister aren't reading online novels, but a historical fiction novel written by Xia Ning herself!
Ji Li offered a fair assessment: "I think your novel is even more melodramatic than your TV series."
The plot of Xia Ning's novel "Little Koi in the Farmhouse" is actually not surprising. It's just that the awful guys keep picking on Fu Bao, and Fu Bao always manages to escape danger thanks to her incredible luck. The same routine is repeated over and over again.
Her mother didn't take the bait: "Did we want to see it? You opened it for us to see yourself. I'm already being lenient by not asking you for compensation for emotional distress."
Xia Ning was annoyed that she would make such a basic mistake as clicking on the wrong document. Moreover, she had already admitted that she wrote the novel, and now she couldn't deny it. The level of shame for her was comparable to being caught peeking at a gay pornographic book.
Dad clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying, "I haven't treated you badly, have I? How could you write such a terrible story? Who taught you that?"
Ji Li: "She hides under the covers late at night, absorbing the dross of countless online novels, and probably hasn't learned any of the essence."
Xia Ning said guiltily, "I mainly referenced the settings in movies and TV dramas."
"If you're going to plagiarize, at least plagiarize it properly," Mom said, rubbing her forehead. "You made Liu Xiaomei look so stupid, I couldn't even bear to read it. She faked a pregnancy just to eat an extra egg, then faked a miscarriage to cover it up. After all that, her fake fall turned into a real one, and then she actually miscarried!"
Xia Ning retorted, "What comedic conflict!"
Mom turned to Dad: "Tell me, you were three months pregnant and didn't even realize it. You were causing trouble all day long. Wouldn't it be better to use that energy to earn more work points to buy meat?"
"What plagiarism?" Xia Ning, a low-level writer, couldn't stand being accused of plagiarism without evidence. "I'm very protective of my reputation."
Mom waved her hand: "Forget about feathers, cherish your sparse, stray feathers instead."
Dad subconsciously touched his hairline, a conditioned reflex indicating that it was true.
Seeing this, Ji Li whispered, "The baldness gene is passed down to sons, not daughters."
As a father, Xia's father decided to speak up for his daughter: "Creating a character inevitably involves creating a typical one, and exaggeration is unavoidable."
Xia Ning raised her chin: "That's right, Dad understands me best!"
The mother looked at the father and daughter and smiled, "Heh."
Xia's father: There's a murderous aura about him!
He changed the subject and seriously criticized his youngest daughter: "But you're exaggerating too much. The chicken that Fu Bao touched can lay eight eggs a day? Is that laying eggs? That's nonsense!"
Xia Ning's proud little chin twitched back slightly as she said guiltily, "I was just reading a novel about a character who's a pampered pet, and that person had twelve eggs a day!" She was being conservative with her description!
Ji Li: "I can attest that I am indeed blessed with this kind of fortune."
Xia's mother gasped: "Does the hen want this good fortune?"
Xia's father clicked the mouse to turn the page: "You have quite a few typos."
Xia Ning: "..."
Xia Ning, like a groundhog, screamed: "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"
Shame has come belatedly. If she is guilty, let the law punish her, instead of making her whole family read about her dark past!
Mom shook her head: "When other people write novels, it tests the author's ability; when you write novels, it tests the reader's tolerance."
The father said with a smile, "The child is still young, so he should be willing to try."
Xia Ning covered her face: "Stop scolding me, stop scolding me."
I'm numb, I'm completely numb.
Mom clicked her tongue: "Only family members wouldn't mind, otherwise who would watch it?"
Xia Ning said expressionlessly, "Hmph, my readership exceeds ten thousand."
Her sense of shame has died; once you start to slack off, no one can criticize you!
Standing before them was—Niohuru Lemon!
The three family members were all shocked: "Really?!"
The netizens are incredibly tolerant!
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That concludes the recollection.
Xia Ning texted Ji Li expressionlessly: "To be honest, I earned two thousand yuan in royalties from these 500,000 words."
Ji Li: "Sigh, no wonder this happened. It turns out you made ill-gotten gains. I taught you long ago that you should have a conscience."
Xia Ning: "???"
Ji Li: "Actually, I felt that your writing career was extraordinary when I saw your QQ signature before."
Xia Ning: "Σ(⊙▽⊙"a"
Ji Li: "I remember a piece about snow: Snow, snow, snow, why are you melting? Is it because of my burning heart?"
Xia Ning: "The Burial of Love's Tragedy!"
Ji Li: "I'm here, Phantom Princess?"
Xia Ning: "I'm declaring war on you."
Ji Li: "How do you declare war? The kind of war you declare to the whole world? Snow, snow, snow, is your melting because the world can't tolerate pure people?"
Xia Ning: "Woman, you have successfully provoked my anger."
Ji Li: "Hahahaha~"
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Clearly, after the results of the competition were announced, Ji Li, the older sister, relaxed and made up for all the arguments she had saved up in the previous days.
After the protective shield took effect, Xia Ning didn't dare to go out. She put her feet on her younger sister's belly to keep warm and engaged in childish elementary school-style banter with her older sister.
A transparent protective shield covered the top of the wooden house, invisible to the naked eye. Xia Ning could only determine its presence by the system's countdown timer.
Six hours later.
The protective shield performed its function.
Xia Ning looked out the window, a thousand words condensed into one: "Damn it!"
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