Come home in the evening.

Ning Lang proudly told Lao Ning and Lao Mei about the company's preparation to develop himself and join the organization.

Then he was ready to accept the warm praise from his parents.

Things turned out just as he expected.

After hearing this, Lao Ning and Lao Mei Dengshi rushed forward and hugged him and kissed him, smiling happily.

"Son, you are really my own son. ”

Lao Ning laughed wildly, as if he had won five million.

The enthusiasm seems to be overdone.

Ning Lang touched his face and smiled, he was a little embarrassed to be praised.

This hasn't joined yet, and I'm already happy like this, so if I did, what would it be like?

Thinking of this, he made a swing and resolutely refused the passionate kiss from the middle-aged uncle and aunt.

Thin-skinned and can't stand it......

Mei Xiuzhen also sighed earnestly there, "Our family has finally made a difference, and has completed what his parents have not been able to complete, okay, let me tell you, this is the performance of the unit that values you and the leader values you, you must make persistent efforts and perform well, do you know?"

"Yes, don't let down the trust that your boss has placed in you. ”

"I know, thank you to the leadership, thank you to the great parents who gave birth to me, if it weren't for you, there would be one less genius in this world. ”

At first, Ning Lang was quite perfunctory, but in the end, he actually began to appreciate himself again.

Let Ning Lingqi and Mei Xiuzhen be speechless directly.

I don't know what words to use to express this complicated feeling.

Back to the room.

What should I do when I see someone in the group of the Internet Writers Association asking about the lack of a sense of picture when writing a book.

Crimson Night directly threw out a screenshot of the thumbnail of the file, and the thumbnail was full of jpg pictures.

"Usually in bits and pieces, I have collected thousands of pictures of various buildings and scenes, arranged them in categories, such as churches, jungles, schools, etc., and every time I describe the lack of picture sense in the corresponding scene, I will find one or two corresponding pictures to see. ”

"Not only the scenes, but also the characters. ”

Immediately after, another thumbnail of the document exploded.

The number of files shown in the lower left is also in the thousands.

Crimson Night randomly selects a few of them and runs out.

Among them is an old man whose face is crawling with ravines, and whose eyes are deeply sunken, thinking with a cigarette in his mouth.

There is also a silver-haired, but lipstick-wearing, delicately dressed old lady.

and fashionable beauties walking down the street.

Crimson Night said, "Most of the people are taken on the street in my daily life, the technology is not very good, please forgive me, you can also look at it when you don't have an image in your head, it should be helpful to create different characters, send these out and share them with you, I hope it can be useful." ”

"Damn. ”

"Crimson Night Divine Cow Ratio!"

These things really surprised Ning Lang.

He looked at the pictures for a long time, stunned and speechless.

Thousands of images......

This was by no means a day's work, and for no reason, a strong sense of shame rose in my chest.

"Smack. ”

Coldly, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself.

This slap was not self-harm, but he wanted to wake up his heart, which was blinded by feeling good about himself.

He has always believed that there are few people who work harder and more attentively than him in writing books.

But now he really realizes that there are people outside of people, and there are heavens outside of heaven.

The reason why the great god was able to fight his way out of the encirclement and ascend to the top of the god position is that the efforts behind it are absolutely impossible for ordinary people to see.

No one succeeds casually!

If Crimson Night hadn't shared these valuable experiences today, he would probably still be immersed in the beautiful fantasy of his best efforts.

Compared to them, fortunately they have a great god to come to the game system.

The tutorials in the system contain infinite wealth, vivid scenes, and all kinds of characters.

Compared with pictures, you can be in it and experience it yourself, which feels more intuitive and real.

This is an advantage, so it is even more important to take advantage of it.

"It seems that it is not enough to go in at night while sleeping, and you have to take advantage of your lunch break. Ning Lang secretly made up his mind.

So......

"Hey, Ning Lang wake up,, this guy won't pass out. ”

"I don't have a fever, why didn't I respond?"

"What now, do you want to call 120?"

Tuesday at noon.

At the end of the lunch break, when everyone in the office returned to the office from the lounge, they saw Ning Lang lying motionless on a bed made of several chairs.

It's as peaceful as going to see Hades, and they're all panicked.

Zhao Jiachun roared angrily, "Call 120! Hurry up, what are you doing in a daze?"

"Good, good!"

For the movement of the outside world, Ning Lang can feel it.

He was in such a hurry.

He also wants to go out, but he can't get out without completing the teaching assessment, woo.

Du Hongwei, the director of the workshop, walked into the office with a worried eye, and couldn't help but wonder when he saw a large group of people busy here, "What are you doing?"

"Director, Xiao Ning, faint!"

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and call 120!" Du Hongwei walked over and was startled.

"It's coming, it's coming soon. ”

After a while, the ambulance roared in.

Ning Lang felt tears of grief and indignation in his heart, feeling that he was being carried into the car.

Distraction and nervousness must have been impossible to answer the question, so he was chopped to death again.

In the ambulance, the little nurse stared at Ning Lang's situation and couldn't help frowning, "Why is the patient still convulsing." ”

"Looking at the symptoms, it should be epilepsy. ”

"Woo, labor and management don't have epilepsy, you only have epilepsy when you meow! Your whole family has epilepsy, woo woo ......"

Watching the ambulance go away, Du Hongwei wiped the sweat on his forehead, and sighed with palpitations, "What's going on with this young man's body now? Why is it so bad?"

"Hey, I eat takeout every day, eat junk food, and have irregular work and rest, can it not be bad?"

Old fritter Zhao Jiachun said on the side.

said that Zuo Anton and a group of other young people were in a cold sweat.

"Made, from today onwards, I will make a silver that sleeps at nine o'clock, otherwise Cheng Ninglang will be too scary. ”

Xiao Ning never dreamed that the pseudo-coma caused by his inability to extricate himself from the current teaching space actually brought a health warning to the colleagues around him.

If you want him to know, you have to say intoxicated, "No way, it's just so good, it's just so positive, and you can do good things unconsciously." ”

Home.

Ning Lingqi stayed in the store leisurely, plucking his ears contentedly, while watching the brain-dead dog blood drama playing on his mobile phone, with a deep smile in the play.

Suddenly, Mei Xiuzhen ran to him and slammed the table in a hurry, out of breath, "Oh no, no, something is wrong, our son is in the hospital!"

"Yes, yes, when I entered the hospital, I guess I would have amnesia when I woke up, and the routine is like this. ”

Before Lao Ning could react, the donkey commented on the plot in the brain-dead dog blood drama with his lips on the horse's lips.

Mei Xiuzhen angrily grabbed his ears and roared with tears like a mad lioness, "Our son is in the hospital, hurry up and follow me!"

"Ahh

Lao Ning was in pain, and finally reacted with difficulty.