Squinting and squinting, I'm kind of going to fall asleep. When the WeChat prompt sounded, I was suddenly awakened and remembered that I forgot to mute my phone.

It's not Yu Zecheng. It's the talented Mr. Onigiri that I envy immensely.

I opened the message he sent and was immediately blindfolded. Why is it so long!, Chapter 30 of his Wasteland Homestead Rising.

He said: I just finished writing, and I was really tired to death.

It's true, the code word is really hard, and the creation is even more painstaking. I read this chapter 30 carefully, and of course it was unsurprisingly wonderful.

I was fortunate enough to see the freshly baked manuscript, and I instantly felt that it was worth being his literary friend.

I asked him if he went to Zongheng Chinese to publish the chapter, and passed the review? He said that he found out that he had passed it early in the morning.

When he had just released two chapters of the starting point of reading, an editor from Zongheng Chinese.com came to poach him. I was too timid to let him go.

He said it was okay and went.

I hurriedly downloaded the Zongheng Novel app, went up to search for his "Rise of the Wasteland Home", and sure enough, it was eye-catching and sparkling on the shelves.

I clicked on it and read it again, and realized that the first chapter was different from what I had read before. Asked him, the original starting point of reading has also changed.

He's really getting better and better, and he's really having potential! I'm a little out of reach, and I'm jealous.

I also registered a writer's account in the vertical and horizontal novel, and I was tinkering with it intentionally or unintentionally, and Yu Zecheng sent WeChat again.

He asked me if I slept and I said I did, he um.

I sent him those two photos that he had sent me, and I asked him: Who is this?

He said, "My brother."

I asked: What brother?

He said, "Cousin."

I understand something, but I'll have to check it out. So I asked him: Your cousin is 40 years old this year?

He said, "Yes!"

I asked again: Does he have a wife and children?

He said, "Yes!"

I then asked: is he the workshop director of that state-owned enterprise?

He said, "Yes!"

I was silent, and I also said that I didn't want to ask anything for the time being, in fact, I shouldn't have asked any of the questions I just asked.

He's sure he's going to say it all, I'm just too anxious.

He sensed that I didn't want to talk anymore, and if he stopped talking, I would go to sleep. However, it is clear that he still has something to say.

He said: Su Li, my brother has never talked to you, and it has always been me who chats with you!

I said, "I see."

He asked me, "What do you know?"

I said, "I know you've drunk, and you're drunk."

And he asked, "Is there anything else?" What else do you know?

I thought about it: you'll find out tomorrow that you've drunk the slices.

Suddenly, he sent a voice. We chatted all the time typing and very little voice, so this sudden voice scared me.

I couldn't find the headphones for a while, so I had to convert them to text. The converted text is all fragmented text, and I can't understand it at all.

I had no choice but to get under the covers, turn down the volume and listen, and it took me several times to understand that what he said was probably that even if he drank the fragments, he would be able to remember that he had revealed himself to me.

Thankfully, he didn't send a second one.

I replied to him with a text: My tongue is hard, hurry up and rest!

Sure enough, he didn't reply, and I was finally relieved. I can guess that when he first confessed to me that he didn't have a wife or children, he must have not started drinking yet.

As for where he drank the wine, I'm afraid the gods may not be able to guess it, and it is even more impossible for me to know.

I have the impression that he is not good at smoking and drinking. Smoke occasionally, and a box of cigarettes can sometimes last for several days. He hardly drinks alcohol, and I guess I can't escape it if I drink this virtue tonight.

No matter how stupid I am, I know that he has feelings for me. Eight years, even if you have a kitten or a puppy, you will have feelings after eight years.

My headache was worse, and I remembered that I went to find medicine to eat, and I looked at the time on the electronic clock and forgot about it.

I got up and went to look for medicine for the second time, but I didn't know where Wang's medicine box was, or maybe he didn't have one at all.

I arranged the children's medicine kits, but there were no adult medicines to eat. So I went back to the bedroom and fell asleep.

It seems that it is not Yu Zecheng who is drunk at this time, but me. Of course, if you drink too much, you will fall asleep, where does this damn smell of alcohol come from?

I guess it's in a dream!