Chapter 718 Plant Something in Your Heart

Damai was eating the sauced pork buns, occasionally adding a bite of cooked food, mixed with the noodles she made herself, and she was very happy and a little excited. After all, she always doesn't like to move, and the food she eats is not very good or rich, but mostly dealt with. Only Nana occasionally brought something back, and she took a few bites of it.

It was somewhat awkward to just eat without talking, especially when two strangers were sitting across from each other. Although Damai is relatively closed-minded, she has not yet reached the level of depression. She still feels a little uncomfortable.

He looked at Wang Yan, who was sitting across from him, eating big mouthfuls of food and reading the news on his phone. After thinking for a while, she said, "You have a great appetite and you eat so much."

Wang Yan's eyes left the phone and fell on Damai: "It's okay. I went out for a run in the morning. I exercised and my appetite improved. With those dark circles under your eyes, you look like a baby panda. Stay up late, didn’t sleep all night again? If things continue like this, you will definitely get sick. I think you should adjust your work and rest carefully so that you can have a good body and a good appetite. "

It was as if two strangers were in the same sealed elevator, breathing hard. He knew Damai was embarrassed. If it was a long, long time ago, he would have been embarrassed, but later he gradually understood, "As long as I'm not embarrassed, then you are embarrassed," which means being shameless and shameless.

In fact, the main reason is that Damai is more sensitive. After all, there are differences between men and women. He is still a female author with a brain. Before, his enthusiasm was enough. If it was more, it would be counterproductive and he would be resented, which would be bad. It is not easy to get a good impression, but it is easy to get a bad impression. Once a bad impression is planted in the minds of others, it is not so easy to restore it, so the balance between this must be grasped.

For Mr. Wang, this is a no-brainer passive skill developed through many vicissitudes of life...

"Thank you." Seeing that he was serious, Damai thanked him and explained: "You also know that I write online novels, so I can't control my work and rest. I often sit there all day and can't write much, and at night I can't I stopped updating, so I just hurriedly wrote some. Little by little, it got later and later, and it became harder and harder to write..."

"I understand. It's like a student during the winter and summer vacations. They always write homework like crazy in the first few days of school, and use up three oil pens in a few nights." Wang Yan shook his head and chuckled, not forgetting to stuff a beef bun into his mouth. At the same time, he motioned to her to eat more, "I personally think that you should make some adjustments and write it during the day. But I think you will still say that you can't write it.

The plot has thousands of lines, but it is always difficult to unfold it well. You are in a dilemma, and you don’t know how to describe the thrilling and magnificent narrative in your mind. If you write some hesitant deletions, deletions, and changes, you won't make money if you don't publish it, and if you publish it, readers will scold you..."

Listening to Wang Yan talking about her writing feelings with a smile, Damai's eyes widened little by little, and she said with some surprise: "How do you know? You also write online articles?"

"No, I just read some online articles and have some understanding. After all, a lot of people read novels,"

"I am in the state you mentioned. Maybe I am not suitable for writing novels..."

Wang Yan smiled and asked, "How many years have you been writing?"

"It's been more than four years. I was writing when I was in college, but I didn't publish it. I didn't want to find a job after graduation and couldn't cope with it, so I embarked on this path."

Damai poked the noodles with chopsticks, his tone was disappointed, but he did not forget to correct him, "I wrote it for more than four years after graduating from college."

She pursues rigor...

"Being able to write for more than four years, being able to support yourself, and being able to rent a B&B here to write means that you can make a living. It's not a matter of whether you are suitable or not. I think maybe you haven't found the right path."

Facing Damai's puzzled gaze, Wang Yan continued to speak, "It depends on what you want. If you want to make money, then write about what is popular. With your four years of experience in the industry, it is not a big problem to make ends meet. But if you want to be popular, That's difficult. If you want to be popular for a long time, it's even harder. I think you still love writing, and it's important to calm down. As the saying goes, just work hard and leave the rest to God.

Your mentality will affect your words. You can write for four years, which has proven that you are a mature Internet writer, oh, sorry, a mature Internet writer, and you can earn enough money to support your life. So when you don't have to worry about food and drink, I still think you should adjust your work and rest and be in a good mood instead of locking yourself in the room all day long, racking your brains and feeling depressed. Your mentality will be reflected in your words. After you finish writing during the day, you can take a walk at night and blow in the wind to relieve fatigue. You can also read books and study, which will be helpful for your writing.

Anxiety is unnecessary. Let’s be realistic, you are a lesbian, and in social life, there is no pressure to buy a house, buy a car, or pay a bride price..."

Wang Yan has already started pouring chicken soup, babbling a lot. He did it intentionally and unintentionally. If Damai's looks were not enough, she would not be cute or cute anyway. Without her face as a bonus, her confused eyes revealed a relatively clear stupidity.

Having traveled around the world for many years, Wang Yan's ability to deceive people is not in vain. He is not really cheating. In fact, he has seen a lot, has experienced a lot, and is well-targeted. What he says is really credible.

Damai was fooled by such a targeted move. She ate unconsciously, listened to Wang Yan's inspiring speeches, and immersed herself in the beautiful picture he had imagined for her.

A young girl in her twenties who did not have much social experience could not stand up to an old cuckold who had practiced Taoism for nearly a thousand years...

Xu Hongdou, who had slept all night, turned over and lay flat, yawning loudly, stretching her legs and stretching her body with her arms, stretching her muscles that were sore from excessive walking, feeling sore and satisfied. She hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time. In the past, she was still very tired when she woke up, unlike now when she was full of energy.

Looking at the ceiling and emptying her mind, she was in a daze for two minutes, which she could have closed her eyes and fallen asleep in the past. She rubbed her eyes, used her white and tender arms, and took the mobile phone that was charging at the bedside to her eyes, and looked at the time. It was only 7:16.

She had slept well and it was not cold now, so she didn't stay in bed any longer. Because she knew very well that if she lay down any longer, her head would feel dizzy.

After taking a few sips of a bottle of mineral water, Xu Hongdou took a morning tea bag and a thermos cup, rubbed her head and stroked her long hair, and went out to solve her personal problems first. She simply washed her hands and rubbed her face to make herself more energetic, and then walked towards the kitchen.

Passing by the kitchen window, she subconsciously looked inside and saw Wang Yan's back and a pretty girl sitting opposite him whom she had never seen before.

Using the elimination method, she immediately knew that the girl who was smiling happily was the online writer who lived in Room 4 of the Windy Courtyard and did not show up last night.

If she was not mistaken, Wang Yan was having a good chat with this online writer?

She blinked hard twice, yes, she was indeed not mistaken.

She walked into the kitchen in a few steps and said with a smile: "What are you talking about? You look so happy?"

"Let's talk about life and ideals." Wang Yan smiled and looked at Damai who was still eager to learn. "Let me introduce you. This is Damai who lives in room 4. She is an online writer who is working hard to become an online writer. Damai, this is Xu Hongdou. We came here together yesterday. She lives in room 6."

After listening to Wang Yan's introduction, Damai smiled shyly and nodded to Xu Hongdou: "Hello, I'm Damai."

"Hello, I'm Hongdou." Xu Hongdou responded humorously and continued, "We are quite predestined. Damai and Hongdou are both food."

She had discussed the issue of fate with the lively and imaginative Chen Nanxing before. They both had the idea of ​​a prince charming, but she didn't believe it later, but Chen Nanxing kept thinking about it.

However, with the coincidental encounter yesterday, it was hard for her not to believe in fate.

Seeing that Barley nodded and ate quietly, he seemed to have returned to his previous dull look. Wang Yan tilted his head to look at Xu Hongdou: "I thought you would sleep until nine or ten o'clock, but I didn't expect you to get up so early. I bought a lot of breakfast, sit down and eat together."

"Wait for me to boil some hot water for tea." Xu Hongdou walked aside to fiddle with the electric kettle to get water, "I didn't expect to get up so early. Not only did I get up early, but I was in a very good state and felt very energetic. I have never felt so good since I started working."

"It's just that I was too nervous before. How about it? I walked so much yesterday. Are you sore?"

"Sore, but I feel good."

Xu Hongdou filled the hot water, turned around and walked slowly over to sit next to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and took a bowl of tofu pudding to Xu Hongdou.

He has sharp ears and eyes, keen perception, superhuman spirit, and extremely powerful ability to receive and process information. According to the general martial arts novels, it is called subtle.

He knew it when Xu Hongdou went to the bathroom just now, and he knew it even more when he looked through the window outside the kitchen. The footsteps of Xu Hongdou entering the kitchen were not of the same frequency as the footsteps now.

Sometimes, people don't know some of their true thoughts. But the subconscious movements of the body can tell. For example, the little heart that stops beating, the little footsteps that speed up...

Of course, Wang Yan doesn't have the ability to make people fall in love at first sight. This is always the same thing he says to different women. He is a late-blooming player, relying on his bottomless, damn charm that makes people addicted the more they come into contact with him.

Two or three days is definitely not enough to explain anything, but it can plant something in your heart...

Xu Hongdou didn't know what the man next to her was thinking. She tore up the disposable chopsticks, looked at the food on the table, and asked: "Did you buy it from the restaurant that the barbecue seller mentioned yesterday?"

"Yiwei Restaurant, not far from Gesanghua Restaurant."

"Well, it tastes good, very delicious." Xu Hongdou was eating the braised pork buns, and noticed that Da Mai, who was eating in silence opposite her, had not spoken since she came in and said hello. She said: "Da Mai, I see that you don't look very good. Did you not rest well?"

"Ah? Yes. I stayed up late to write." Da Mai picked up the big bowl that could hold her pretty face, shoveled it twice, stood up and took the bowl to the sink to rinse it.

The action ended neatly. After putting away the bowl and chopsticks, she turned to Wang Yan and said: "Well, Wang Yan, you guys eat slowly, I'm going back to sleep."

She waved her hand, nodded to Xu Hongdou, and walked straight away.

Seeing Da Mai leave, Xu Hongdou asked, "She doesn't seem to be very willing to talk to people?"

"Yeah, she's a little introverted."

"Then why were you two chatting so happily just now?"

"Who do you think was unhappy chatting with me?"

Xu Hongdou thought about it seriously. They had basically never been apart yesterday. Along the way, including herself, everyone who had an intersection with Wang Yan had a good chat.

"Couldn't it be that the people of Yunmiao Village are warm and hospitable?" She was not being stubborn. This was indeed a reason.

"It's possible. But the social skills I have acquired in the past seven years must have contributed." Wang Yan nodded with a smile. After joking for a while, he said something that Xu Hongdou might not know, but she wanted to know in her heart, "She is a novelist, what else can I talk to her about? Of course, talk about novels, writing and so on."

"You still understand these?"

"If you don't understand, you can't read it?"

Xu Hongdou curled her lips: "Eat eight bowls at noon, go to the ancient city in the afternoon, what to do in the morning?"

"Walk around the village?"

"Okay, anyway, I'm free, we didn't finish looking at the village yesterday."

The day's itinerary was set, Xu Hongdou suddenly sighed and looked at Wang Yan's outfit: "You are wearing sportswear. Did you go out for exercise this morning?"

"Yes, the morning is the most important part of the day. Yesterday you asked me how I had time to exercise, now I have time."

"You drank a lot yesterday. Seeing you so casual, I thought you drank wherever you went on weekdays. You can't get up in the morning."

"Okay, you think I'm drunk."

Chatting and laughing, the two had breakfast, cleaned up, washed and changed clothes, dressed neatly, one of them with a camera around his neck, and Xu Hongdou also took her larger thermos cup. They left the windy courtyard together and wandered around the village together.

When they left, except for Nana who went out in a daze, another online writer, a singer, and an idle person who meditated were all sleeping soundly. They were all night owls.

Yunmiao Village is not big, but not small either. It is not comparable to the villages in the north with only a dozen households. There are all kinds of roads and small roads intersecting. It is not easy to really visit the whole village. But there is no hurry, or perhaps it is not necessary.

Because development must be concentrated and there must be a sequence, and it is the same in a village with dozens of households. This is a question of input and output of planning.

In this Yunmiao Village, the most essential place is of course the circle near the village committee. There are four restaurants here, and there are several small factories and everything here. The homestay is even more so, for convenience. It is no exaggeration to say that in this area, the walls of the houses are much whiter than those behind.

Xu Hongdou did not walk fast, and Wang Yan was also an old man taking a walk, mainly because he had to take pictures along the way. The two of them could not walk far and could not get out of this circle at all.

After coming out of the wood carving hall, Xu Hongdou looked at the time and said, "It's already eleven o'clock. Let's go to Youfeng Restaurant and have a rest, and then go to Gesanghua Restaurant for dinner?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you..."

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