"Old woman, don't you think this stinky boy in our family is a little wrong recently?"

Ning Lingqi watched the TV absentmindedly, "I feel that something is wrong since he came back from Qianwen's house a few days ago. ”

"What's wrong?"

Mei Xiuzhen wore reading glasses, awkwardly pointed at her phone with one-finger Zen fingering, and asked without raising her head.

"You may not know that you are guarding the store these days, he got off work, and it was like someone was robbing him for a meal, and he went into the bedroom after eating five by two, and the door was not out of the door, and he always stayed up late, at first I thought he was playing a game, but now it feels more and more wrong. ”

Lao Ning's brows were tightly locked, and his face was contemplative, "You say...... Is it that the food in the unit is not good, and our son is autistic?"

"Lao Ning, you think too much, the whole world is autistic, and it is impossible for our son to be autistic. ”

Mei Xiuzhen didn't take it seriously, but as soon as she said this, she suddenly put down her phone and was stunned, "Oops! Do you think it's a broken love?"

"Oh, it's possible, that's a big problem. ”

Ning Lingqi gasped, couldn't help but slap his chin, and hurriedly got up and went into the house to ask Ning Lang for clarification.

Meanwhile.

Ning Lang was sitting in front of the computer and leaned back and laughed.

As soon as he finished writing 6,000 words, he saw someone in the group of signed writers saying that the child was about to be born, but he didn't know what to call it yet.

Ask the majority of friends to help come up with a good name.

Immediately, there were excited enthusiasts who asked what their surname was.

The man said his surname was Liu.

Then a group of people began to brainstorm and come up with ideas.

It was quite normal at first, what Liu Xiang, Liu Mu, Liu Xuanang or something.

It can be seen that he is quite serious, but since a little genius sent Liu Qiangdong, the building was crooked in an instant.

"Liu Che. ”

Okay, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty has come out, domineering enough.

Immediately afterwards, the emperor of the Han Dynasty came out all over again, and Liu Bang, Liu Xiu, Liu Bei, and Xiu were dazzled.

After the emperor finished speaking, it was not enough, and sublimated to food.

"Liu Yishou!"

The devil who gave this name must be from Rongcheng and loves to eat hot pot.

"Liu Huang!"

"Liu Sour!"

"Liu Huahe!"

There are many talents, and chemical bosses have also appeared.

The brothers who asked the question had been shut up by the werewolves, but the fun street fighters didn't seem to think it was enough.

"Liu Urine!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar and followed suit.

"Liu!"

"Liu Baba!"

It is said that don't look for netizens to help p pictures on the Internet, and now it seems that people can't help think of names, whether it's the name in the novel or what.

Ning Lang laughed so much that tears came out.

As soon as Ning Lingqi pushed open the door, he couldn't help but lose his mind when he saw this scene.

Is there a hint of autism in this cheerful appearance?

"Are you thinking too much?"

He touched his face, and at the same time was a little curious why Ning Lang was so happy.

So I walked over and looked at the computer, and there was nothing but the chatting window that scrolled quickly, and it seemed that the possibility of indulging in the game could be ruled out.

"Dad, what's the matter?"

Ning Lang raised his head, and flickering happy tears were faintly visible in the corners of his eyes.

"Ugh. ”

Seeing this, Ning Lingqi asked hesitantly, "Son, are you ...... Broken out of love?"

"Huh?"

Hearing this question, Ning Lang was suffocated for a while, "Dad, can you hope that I will be better all day long, what good will it do you if I fall out of love?"

"Your mom and I both think you're a little out of order these days. ”

While speaking, Mei Xiuzhen followed in with no relief, and her two pairs of eyes stared at him directly.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Lang was a little hairy by them, and couldn't help touching his face, isn't it normal to be handsome?

"Just ask you if you're out of love?"

Here Ning Lingqi was still thinking about how to phrase and form sentences, and over there Mei Xiuzhen was impatient to get to the point.

"No, I don't. Ning Lang replied assumingly.

"That's good, as long as you don't fall out of love. ”

Mei Xiuzhen didn't worry for a moment, and pulled Lao Ning away.

The wind and the wind and the fire come and go.

Ning Lang was stunned for a long time and realized that he should have been too diligent in the past few days, and as soon as he got home, he was bored writing books, which made his parents worried.

But there's no way, that's how time accumulates.

Make the most of all the fragmented time, and you can converge into a huge torrent.

Speaking of which, tomorrow is Friday, and now the number of words in my book is 60,000 or 70,000 words, so I should be able to test the waters, right?

The number of backstage collections has accumulated to 211 through various means, which is quite a considerable number.

At least Ning Lang is satisfied.

It depends on whether the Three Treasures will spoil him tomorrow.

With that in mind, he went back to fighting, and to this day, his manuscript has reached a terrifying 100,000 words.

This is all accumulated by working diligently day and night to catch up with the draft, and it is planned to be used to explode when it is put on the shelves......

Anyway, he has already done his best, and it is not up to him to decide whether he can produce results or not.

"It's been a long time since I've tried the feeling of sleeping. ”

Ning Lang looked at the wall clock, it was almost time to rest again.

These days, he seizes every available time to enter the teaching space to study, and he thinks about it every day.

The brain is always at work.

Spending a night in a teaching space doesn't take a toll on your body and energy.

But he still wanted to completely empty and relax.

So after washing, he fell into bed and closed his eyes.

Consciousness returns to nothingness, and everything gathers into darkness.

Gradually, before I knew it, there was light.

The chaos has taken on shape, and the colors have become more distinct.

——

The writer's back-end interactive management page has many book reviews for each chapter.

"Wow, there are so many book reviews. ”

Ning Lang was very excited, clicked on it, and wanted to see the feedback from readers.

[Toxic, now the protagonist can't write a book without his sister?! 】

[There is poison in this book, isn't it Yy to write a book? Real life is already very miserable, what kind of reality do you still write?

[It's too, the protagonist's aura is too, it's okay like this, brainless yy also has a degree, poisoned me!]

[Poisonous! Forcibly reduce intelligence and slap in the face! Only the protagonist is the most tricky!]

[Poisonous! I can't die a supporting role after doing so many chapters, the protagonist is too mentally retarded, disgusting to death, abandon the book!]

……

Poison, poison, poison, poison, poison!

The overwhelming poison occupies the eyeballs.

Panic, confusion, confusion and other overwhelming emotions swept over like a frenzy.

He felt as if he couldn't write a novel anymore, and his mind went blank.

is full of abuse and belittling, as if all his understanding of the novel has been overturned in an instant!

"I don't want to hit the street, I don't want to hit the street, I don't want it!"

Restlessness, frustration, fear.

If he doesn't write a book, what else can he do? What can he do to bridge the huge gap between him and Song Qianwen?!

He can't see the way!

There's no road ahead!

Ning Lang on the bed frowned, his head swayed frantically from side to side, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Ahh

A shout.

The whole person sat up from the bed in shock.

"Whew, whew, whew, whew. ”

Panting heavily, his vest cold.

After sitting for a long time, he wiped a cold sweat, turned his head to look at the glimmer of light shining in the window, and the sky was already dark.

"It's a dream. ”

It's just the feeling in the dream, and the memory is still fresh.

The extreme loss of the negative emotions made his back cold from beginning to end, "I can't sleep, sleeping is too terrible, it's better to go into the teaching space and be robbed." ”

Wait until the heart rhythm slowly calms down.

Ning Lang picked up his mobile phone on the bedside table and looked at the time.

Friday, half past six in the morning.

It's finally time for this day, and whether you can test the recommended position of the waters, you can see today.