"It's good to have more manuscripts saved. What if one day I get crazy and give you a limited free manuscript?" Ling Yingjun smiled like a fox.
Lu Mengmeng: ...
I really want to curse!
Is there such a thing?
Whose boyfriend is like this? He pushes me to write like it's my life!
Ling Yingjun looked at Lu Mengmeng smugly and said, "Either go shopping with me or write some code. Choose one."
Lu Mengmeng gritted her teeth, pulled Ling Yingjun's arm, and took a bite!
"Hiss! Get out!" Ling Yingjun's expression suddenly changed. "Are you born in the year of the dog?"
Lu Mengmeng hummed but refused to let go.
"Mmmmm!" Lu Mengmeng said.
Ling Yingjun pressed Lu Mengmeng's head with one hand and asked, "Speak, what are you trying to say after mumbling for so long? Anyway, you're not going to listen to crosstalk!"
Lu Mengmeng continued to mumble...
Ling Yingjun was extremely helpless. Lu Mengmeng was throwing a tantrum and he really couldn't handle it.
It’s not that he couldn’t break free from her, he was just afraid that she would get hurt.
"Mengmeng, be good! Let's not choose, okay? Let's watch TV at home and not go anywhere." Ling Yingjun didn't insist in the end. He was also afraid that Mengmeng's saliva would stain his clothes.
Lu Mengmeng relaxed her mouth, reached out and began to rub her face.
Is it because you've been biting it for too long that your cheeks are sore?
"Mengmeng, look, there are marks!" Ling Yingjun pulled up his clothes and pointed at the red marks on his arms and complained.
"You deserve it for bullying me!" Lu Mengmeng said with a smile, as proud as a peacock.
Ling Yingjun grabbed Lu Mengmeng and hooked her chin with his hand, "If you continue like this, I'll break your teeth!"
Lu Mengmeng pushed his hand away with a whimper. This action was too inappropriate!
"Who allowed you to bully me! I have worked so hard to write 4,000 words, and I am still sick!" Lu Mengmeng pushed Ling Yingjun away. This guy was too close to her, which was really stressful.
Ling Yingjun did not move forward, but looked at Lu Mengmeng with some heartache.
He asked her to go out for a walk for her own good.
She knew it, but she was just lazy.
"Since you're not going out, then don't go out!" Ling Yingjun turned around and sat down on the sofa. "By the way, if you work hard on your book recently, I really want to apply for a limited free copy for you. You'll need a lot of updates by then."
Lu Mengmeng looked at Ling Yingjun in disbelief, "Can I? Is this appropriate?"
"Perfect! And you've reached the word count. If I don't give you a limited free trial, I'm afraid you'll finish the book." Ling Yingjun smiled, "Are you happy?"
Lu Mengmeng nodded repeatedly, "Then how much should I save?"
Ling Yingjun didn't even think twice and said, "At least 20,000 words!"
Lu Mengmeng let out an exaggerated "Ah!" "What? Twenty thousand words? That's so many!"
"Not much! All limited free games are like this!" Ling Yingjun said, "If you don't believe me, you can go ask the girls in the group."
Girl?
Lu Mengmeng was a little unhappy, "From now on, you must call them authors, not girls!"
Ling Yingjun was stunned for a moment, "Oh! Okay!"
After answering her, Ling Yingjun felt inexplicably happy.
Is she jealous?
Has the little girl become jealous?
Lu Mengmeng didn't notice this. She was now worried about how she could save 20,000 words.
Twenty thousand words!
Normally, writing 4,000 words a day would make me exhausted. If I write 2,000 more words, it would take me ten days to save enough!
"Writing a book is so hard." Lu Mengmeng said aggrievedly.
Ling Yingjun hummed, "Yes, writing a book is very hard. Sometimes inspiration strikes so suddenly that I can't even think about eating or sleeping. It's common."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Everyone writes books to make a living. Even if it's not for the money, it's always for fame. If it's not for fame or money, then those who write for love are truly great!"
Lu Mengmeng felt that Ling Yingjun was right. No matter what the reason was, they were all people who were constantly struggling on the edge of writing.
Only by working harder and harder can you reach the pinnacle of life and become a great god!
Although, this dream is very far away.
Lu Mengmeng believes that she does not have this talent.
Go as far as you can!
"Brother Yingjun, are you really not considering changing jobs?" Lu Mengmeng asked seriously.
Ling Yingjun was stunned for a moment, then answered firmly: "No, I want to protect you."
Lu Mengmeng nodded, "Then I will write well! I will definitely not slack off!"
Lu Mengmeng doesn't work and prefers to write books. In fact, this is also good. Ling Yingjun thinks that staying with her like this is also a very good choice.
Time passed in the blink of an eye. The two had dinner and returned to Lu Mengmeng's home hand in hand.
"Brother Yingjun, I want to sing." Lu Mengmeng cleared her throat. She felt that she was in a good mood today, and singing to help digestion was also a good choice.
"Shut up! Don't sing." Ling Yingjun instinctively wanted to cover Lu Mengmeng's mouth. What was she going to do?
Lu Mengmeng dodged Ling Yingjun and said, "I was just kidding! How could I really sing this?"
Can she feel that her singing is good?
Do you think you're the only one who hears the off-tune singing?
"Then sing a song for me!" Lu Mengmeng clenched her fists and held up her big round face, "Okay?"
Ling Yingjun was so annoyed by her silly look that he said, "Stop being cute!"
It’s impossible for him to sing. His singing is not much better than Lu Mengmeng’s. He’d better not make a fool of himself!
"Is the singing part okay?" Ling Yingjun asked seriously.
Lu Mengmeng immediately stopped smiling and said, "Sure!"
Ling Yingjun sighed, "Do you want to listen to crosstalk?"
Lu Mengmeng nodded repeatedly. She couldn't wait to go there.
and……
I looked at the time and it’s still not too late to go.
Ling Yingjun felt that the only way for Lu Mengmeng to exercise was to go watch crosstalk.
Forget it, after all, I promised her that we would listen to crosstalk together for three days, so let’s go!
"Oh yeah! y(^o^)y~" Lu Mengmeng was overjoyed and hurried to change clothes.
Seeing her so happy, Ling Yingjun was also happy in his heart.
The two of them went to listen to crosstalk hand in hand. Lu Mengmeng didn't complain about the heat or the tiredness of walking this distance.
When a person has a certain spiritual sustenance, she will become different and will be motivated to do anything.
Ling Yingjun was considering whether to take her there more often.
Anyway, listening to crosstalk is entertaining and can also provide a lot of inspiration.
Lu Mengmeng followed Ling Yingjun with her short legs. Ling Yingjun was tall and had longer legs, while Lu Mengmeng was short and had short legs.
This means that if Ling Yingjun takes two steps back, Lu Mengmeng will have to take three or even four steps to catch up.
The effort from the short legs.
Lu Mengmeng chased Ling Yingjun and soon felt a little tired. "Let's walk slowly, it's still early."
Ling Yingjun saw that Lu Mengmeng had beads of sweat on her forehead and temples, and her cheeks were rosy, which was very cute.
Ling Yingjun slowed down his pace, matching Lu Mengmeng's usual pace, and jokingly said, "Short legs?"
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