Wan Feng picked up his son and said, "Son! Let's go home."
"What about Mom?"
"Why miss her? Just treat her as lost."
Wan Chongyang didn't seem to have a deep understanding of the issue of his mother being missing. He showed no sadness or tears, but instead looked very excited.
Wan Feng carried his son out of the center and drove home.
After returning home, Zhang Xuan saw that Wan Feng and his father hadn't seen Luan Feng and was very confused: "Where is Sister Feng?"
"Lost! Or ran away with some wild man."
Zhang Xuan chuckled: "You just talk nonsense."
But seeing Wan Feng's angry look, he didn't dare to ask and turned to ask Wan Chongyang: "Son! Where is your biological mother?"
"I don't know. She disappeared in the blink of an eye. I can't find her."
Does this mean that the son is lost or the mother is lost?
Zhang Xuan quickly picked up her phone and called Luan Feng: "Sister! Where are you?"
"Ah! Speak louder, I can't hear you clearly." The person named Luan on the other end of the phone held the phone between his ear and shoulder, his hands busy on the keyboard.
"Where were you?" I said.
"I'm in the center's computer room, playing Violent Motorcycle. It's so cool that there are so many people online."
Zhang Xuan was tired. Isn't there a computer at home? Sometimes the three of them would play online.
"Is Chongyang with you?"
"Yes! Just now...ah! Son!" Luan Feng's voice suddenly rose in pitch from the phone.
Zhang Xuan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Sister! You didn't even know that your son had come home, what should I say..."
Wan Feng snatched the phone and said, "Don't come back tonight, just die outside." Then he hung up the phone.
Zhang Xuan sighed and stood up. She looked back at her sleeping daughter and walked out without saying anything.
"What are you doing?"
"Pick up Sister Feng, otherwise how will she come back?"
"Let her crawl back."
"Look at you! What are you talking about!" Zhang Xuan gave someone a coquettish look and turned to go downstairs.
A few minutes later, the sound of a car starting was heard downstairs.
Seven or eight minutes later, Zhang Xuan and Luan Feng came back together.
As soon as Luan Feng entered the room, she hugged Wan Chongyang and said, "Son! I'm not good. I was wrong. I'm so angry."
Then I saw Wan Feng’s angry face.
"Hubby! I know I was wrong, how about you hit me?"
Luan Feng came up to Wan Feng like a cat and acted cute, but Wan Feng turned around and gave her a spine slap.
"Hubby, can you smile? Come on, smile."
A certain woman was very shameless and moved someone over again.
"I'm laughing! Why didn't you just get lost? Why did you come back?"
"You'll cry if I lose what I want!"
"I'm not crying. Instead, I'm laughing. Hahahaha!"
"Look, you smiled, didn't you? Even though it wasn't a smile on your face, you smiled nonetheless."
Wan Feng was dumbfounded! Had he been fooled?
Luan Feng proudly carried the child back to her room to sleep, while Zhang Xuan was still writing furiously in front of the computer...being a keyboard warrior.
"What kind of novel are you writing now, and why are they all about love?"
"If I don't write about love, what else can I write about?"
"Have you ever seen A Step into the Past?"
Zhang Xuan shook her head.
"You haven't even read A Step into the Past, how about The Legend of the Great Swordsman?"
Zhang Xuan still shook her head.
"It seems you don't know who Huang Yi is. I'll get you a set tomorrow."
It is unlikely to get an authentic copy of The King of Qin, and it cannot be found online now, so you can only buy a pirated copy.
Since he was free tonight anyway, Wan Feng talked to Zhang Xuan about future literature, of course, online literature.
As for traditional literature or serious literature, there is not much to talk about.
Those serious writers are all people with injured brains. They only remember the suffering but never face the sunshine. What can I say?
Wan Feng began to recall what was the first online novel the writer read. It seemed to be in 2011 or 2012. The first online novel he read seemed to be "My Wife Falls in Love with Me".
Anyway, at that time, the Internet was full of novels like "My Wife Falls in Love with Someone", and at least half of the books recommended on Qidian.com were about wives.
But sorry, Wan Feng was watching pirated copies, and the reason was very simple: to save money.
The second book is The Best Butler and then The First Chaos in History.
He had a very clear idea of this basic book because it was the first book he came into contact with and became fascinated by.
Later on, the books he read included Xian Ni, Peerless Martial God, The Strongest Abandoned Son... and some books whose names he had forgotten.
After 2015, even if he read pirated copies, he would go to Qidian and give the author a reward of ten or eight yuan, so it can't be said that he didn't spend a penny.
Before he was reborn in the summer of 2018, he was reading a book called "Great King, Spare My Life". This time he paid to subscribe to it, and subscribed to the full version. Unfortunately, he died before he finished reading it.
Wan Feng began to instill in Zhang Xuan all sorts of nonsense about traveling through time and reincarnation into another world, system upgrades, and fighting monsters.
Zhang Xuan didn't take it seriously at first, but as she listened, she became fascinated.
"According to what you said, how many words should this book have?" Zhang Xuan discovered a substantial problem.
"A short story is one hundred thousand words long, a novel is one with less than five million words long, and a novel is one with more than ten million words long."
Zhang Xuan has never published a book, so she has no idea how many tens of thousands of words a book contains.
Wan Feng took out a book called "Under the Daba Mountains" from the bookshelf.
This is a book describing the opening up in the early days of reform, with about 200,000 words in length.
"This book has about 200,000 words."
Zhang Xuan blinked for a long time, then vomited and fainted.
It’s really troublesome. I even need artificial respiration.
When Zhang Xuan heard about artificial respiration, she woke up quickly. It was not time for artificial respiration yet, it was a little early.
In order to inspire Zhang Xuan's creative passion, Wan Feng started telling her serial stories from that day on, and the first story he chose was "The Best Butler".
Who would have thought that when Wan Feng woke up, he would find out that this was something that would cause him trouble. Not only Zhang Xuan was addicted to listening to it, but Luan Feng was also addicted to it.
The most infuriating thing is that Zhang Xuan took a pen and started taking notes.
I'm just going to give you a general idea, what's with all of you asking so many questions?
How could he possibly think of all the details?
His two wives gave him the task of conceiving during the day and telling the story at night.
Look how unlucky this guy is!
All he has to think about during the day is the 3G issue, so he has no time to recall the novel.
In 1998, just a few days after the implementation of 2G technology, the International Telecommunication Union began to publicly solicit standards for the third-generation mobile communication technology, namely 3G.
The mobile communications industry has always been a race to grab land and take advantage of first-come, first-served factors.
This is mainly because mobile communications have extremely stringent requirements on the consistency of the network and the convenience of switching between devices. The later the maintenance cost, the higher it will be. No operator is willing to bear the high maintenance costs in the later stage.
And whoever sets the standards will be the biggest beneficiary.
In terms of the first generation of technical standards, China is a latecomer. Eight major companies from seven European and American countries almost control the entire global market. The standards are in the hands of others, and Chinese companies have no initiative.
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