Lu Mengmeng ate two small steamed buns, a small plate of pickled cucumbers, and drank a bowl of porridge.
Ling Yingjun nodded, "Do you feel uncomfortable in your stomach?"
Cucumbers are not very stomach-friendly, and I was afraid that Lu Mengmeng would feel uncomfortable after eating them.
"I'm not feeling unwell, I'm fine." Lu Mengmeng said with a smile, and then she started coughing non-stop as soon as she finished speaking.
Ling Yingjun hurriedly poured a glass of water, "What's wrong? Is your throat still uncomfortable?"
"It's nothing, just a dry throat." Lu Mengmeng waved her hands. Her chest hurt from coughing, and she didn't know if she had developed some other problem.
However, no matter what the problem is, there is definitely no problem in taking anti-inflammatory drugs.
"Your throat is getting worse. Let's not go to see the crosstalk tonight and take a day off?" Ling Yingjun said with a worried look.
Lu Mengmeng looked at Ling Yingjun with dissatisfaction, but she kept coughing and couldn't refute for a while.
This body gets sick when it should be getting better. On weekdays, I have nothing to do and my body is also fine.
Why!
It's really worrying.
Ling Yingjun thought for a moment and said, "How about I help you think of a new book?"
Lu Mengmeng suddenly looked up and stared at Ling Yingjun.
"Don't you hate working when you're not supposed to be at work?" Lu Mengmeng asked with a blink. Why did you suddenly change your mind today?
What made him change?
Ling Yingjun coughed dryly. He was very annoying, but for Lu Mengmeng, he could only sacrifice himself!
He is really great!
"As long as you don't want to go listen to crosstalk, I will agree to anything you ask." Ling Yingjun acted righteously.
Listening to crosstalk requires both applauding and laughing, which is really tiring for your throat.
It’s better to stay at home peacefully.
Lu Mengmeng was deeply moved at this moment. He had put a lot of effort into her. What was even more difficult was that he actually did the thing he was most reluctant to do for her.
"Handsome brother, you are so nice." Lu Mengmeng said sincerely.
Ling Yingjun coughed dryly and glared at Lu Mengmeng unhappily. How could the good guy card be given out so easily?
Lu Mengmeng was overjoyed. To be honest, she had been writing about her old book these past two days and thinking about her new book, but she had no idea what to do.
Now when she heard Ling Yingjun say that he wanted to think of a new book with her, she was immediately filled with joy.
Lu Mengmeng washed the pots and dishes obediently. The scene seemed like a couple, one cooking and the other washing dishes, with a clear division of labor.
Lu Mengmeng and Ling Yingjun sat down in the study together. After all, they were not married yet, so it was not a good idea to always go to the boudoir. It would be better to chat and discuss things in the study.
"The title of your new book is good, but there's nothing else in it. It's all empty talk," Ling Yingjun said bluntly.
"First, you have to decide whether you want to write a story about a princess, and then decide on the general dynasty. Even if you're not writing history, you still need a general era."
"Only by determining the approximate era can we determine the relationships between characters, their names, and the furnishings, language, folk customs, official system, clothing, and so on that era should have had."
"Even if it's fictional, don't make it too confusing. After all, female-oriented stories aren't like male-oriented stories where you can just write whatever you want."
Lu Mengmeng listened to Ling Yingjun's words and nodded in agreement.
Lu Mengmeng has read a lot of books for men and written nonsense.
Relatively speaking, books oriented towards women are much more organized.
Of course, this is just the majority of people. There are naturally some good historical articles written on the male channel, and there are also people on the female channel who ignore the rules and write randomly.
Ling Yingjun's words, on the one hand, taught Lu Mengmeng how to grasp the right measure in writing a book, and on the other hand, told her that she needed to be rigorous and not write carelessly.
Lu Mengmeng kept all of this in mind.
She had previously written fantasy novels, so there was no logic or rules involved.
However, classical Chinese literature for women is different. At the very least, it must respect the environment at the time, respect what each character did and said, and the plot must respect the current situation.
This requires a certain amount of experience and reading foundation, otherwise it is really easy to get off track.
If you make a mistake in your food, clothing, and daily necessities, you may be laughed at.
Common sense is very important. If you don’t have it, you’re doomed!
Lu Mengmeng actually just wanted to write a simple classical Chinese article and didn’t think too much about it.
After hearing Ling Yingjun's nagging, he suddenly felt overwhelmed.
It seems that this thing is very troublesome.
Seeing Lu Mengmeng's serious and distressed look, Ling Yingjun sighed, "There are so many types of novels, but you chose to write this most difficult one."
Lu Mengmeng was speechless for a long while before she said, "I just want to try it."
I want to try a variety of themes and finally find one that suits me.
There are eight categories: contemporary fiction, classical fiction, fairy tales, fantasy, youth fiction, science fiction, supernatural, and games.
Lu Mengmeng has already written a fantasy novel, so let’s try writing another ancient Chinese novel.
What if it fails?
"Then try it, I will do my best to help you." Ling Yingjun said with a smile.
After Ling Yingjun gave Lu Mengmeng some advice, he asked, "Do you have any ideas of your own?"
Lu Mengmeng pointed at herself, a look of suspicion on her face. "You ask me? How would I know? I've been working on my old book these past few days, so I haven't had much time to think about a new one."
"At least you have to give a general idea before I can help you!" Ling Yingjun held his forehead, this girl is so silly.
Lu Mengmeng said, "Then I'll have to think about it carefully."
This matter cannot be rushed.
"I remember the trash can is full. I'll go take it out. Think about it." Ling Yingjun stood up, stretched his arms and legs, and handed her a glass of water. "Drink more water."
If you sit all the time, your muscles will become stiff and uncomfortable, so it is better to stand up and walk around regularly.
"Can you tell the difference between garbage and trash?" Lu Mengmeng asked.
Ling Yingjun's hand trembled slightly. He was busy at work every day, so where had he ever thrown away garbage?
Lu Mengmeng smiled slightly and stood up, "I'll go with you."
Let’s throw away the trash together!
How ridiculous!
But the two of them didn't think it was funny. They took out the trash together, how romantic!
"Brother Yingjun, what's the point of sorting the garbage so finely? Will they end up piling all the garbage together and taking it away?" Lu Mengmeng asked.
Ling Yingjun waved his hands and said, "That's impossible!"
Just like Zhou Peiyan once appeared on a TV show - There are Newcomers in Crosstalk.
He complained in a stand-up comedy segment on the show that it takes him an entire afternoon to throw out the trash. Trash sorting is essential! He even uses his phone to check if he doesn't know something.
As a result, at night, the garbage truck dumped the recyclable garbage and non-recyclable garbage together and took them away.
Zhou Peiyan: "Garbage sorting starts with me. I started it, so why did you end it?"
Of course, when the program was broadcast, garbage classification was not yet so crazy, with wet garbage, dry garbage, and so on.
Ling Yingjun tapped Lu Mengmeng's head with his hand and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Let's go take out the trash."
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