The successive exposures have made Ning Lang in the company, relatives and friends, and even the author's circle out of the limelight.

When I came home in the evening, I just opened the door and there was a strong aroma of food.

He couldn't help but close his eyes and sniff deeply, "Wow." ”

I took off my shoes and entered the living room, and saw a table full of delicious food, "What a good day is today? ”

"Alright, don't hide it, we've all seen it in the newspapers. ”

Mei Xiuzhen's voice floated from the kitchen.

Both she and Ning Lingqi were busy in the kitchen.

The latter was supposed to see the store today, but he also closed early and went home.

Lao Ning came out with a plate of roast chicken, with a slow smile in his eyes, put down the dish, walked over and patted Ning Lang on the shoulder, "Yes, this time I finally gave you a long face." ”

"Huh?"

When Ning Lang heard this, he smiled, "What is this, this is just the beginning, there will be more and more times to give you long faces in the future, you have to get used to it." ”

"Okay, don't be scared, you kid, lest you float too high and fall too hard. ”

"But this time it's really worth celebrating, washing your hands and getting ready for dinner. ”

"Uh, can you have a good word in your mouth?"

"It's okay to have good food, how can you still use good words, it's easy to lose yourself if you listen to too many good words, you kid can still learn, you know?"

Ning Lingqi snorted twice and went back into the kitchen.

At the same time, in the courtyard of the Song family's house.

Song Lian handed a newspaper to Zhang Dan, "Yao, today's Metropolis Daily." ”

The latter took the newspaper and looked at it, "I know, what's wrong?"

"It's still pretty good, isn't it?" Song Lian smiled.

Zhang Dan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "It's okay, that's it, if I hadn't helped him complete the simplified Chinese publication, he wouldn't have been able to go up." ”

"That's not what I'm talking about. ”

Song Lian pointed to a few keywords in the newspaper, "Less than twenty-four years old, with a monthly income of about 30,000 yuan, in all fairness, this kid has surpassed me at the same age." ”

"It's no worse than that kid from Shan Xuhua's family. ”

"Song Lian. ”

Zhang Dan interrupted him, a pair of sharp pupils bursting with scorching light, "You know, if I don't help him, he won't make such rapid progress." ”

"What about the Shan Xuhua family, will he get fewer resources than Ning Lang?"

"Zhang Dan, you just helped him once, just this time, he caught it with his own strength. ”

"You should know how difficult it was for us to struggle at the beginning, didn't you get to where you are today without relying on the help of others?

"Each of us needs help from others, don't deny that. ”

Song Lian said very seriously, "The help you gave Ning Lang was insignificant, but he came up with unexpected results. ”

"Nearly 10 million clicks, a monthly income of about 30,000, if this is not called excellent, what else is excellent?

Zhang Dan took a deep breath, "You told me this, I've said it many times, I'm willing to give him a chance, but I won't let him be so easy." ”

"You can continue to be a good person, but a bad person, I'll be determined. ”

After Zhang Dan finished speaking, he threw the newspaper to Song Lian, then lay down and covered his head and fell asleep, no longer speaking. ”

Song Lian looked at her for a long time, breathed a long sigh of relief, shook his head helplessly, and fell asleep with him.

Following.

Early in the morning, someone in the group of members of the Shuangqiao City Network Writers Association found that the closed screen of the Q point client was replaced by "Great Craftsman".

", show the giant's mighty and domineering, Q point seal the screen push. ”

Several authors who have been friends with Ning Lang for a long time have bubbled up to congratulate.

Coincidentally, the bright moon night of the twenty-fourth bridge was worried about a writers' symposium a few days later.

This writers' colloquium.

It is jointly organized by the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee and the Shuangqiao Writers Association.

Designed to facilitate communication between traditional and online writers, the symposium took place in the library of Shuangqiao University.

At present, the white clouds and the crimson night are all entangled in all kinds of mundane affairs, and they can't go.

He also had to deal with some of the affairs of the association himself.

Of course, this is an excuse, he actually doesn't want to go, the reasons are complicated, and it is difficult to explain.

So there is really no manpower, and there is a need for three more well-known people from the Internet Writers Association to participate in the symposium.

It's easy to talk about it, and I can only coax and deceive the two goods of Wudaokong and I love to eat melons.

"The last one, it's good to create Zhong Shenxiu. ”

When he saw the group, he remembered this Shuangqiao local author who he dug up from the Internet.

Recently, it has been in the limelight, not only published simplified Chinese, but also climbed to the starting point to cover the screen.

So after thinking about it, he contacted Ning Lang and asked for the latter's attitude.

Ning Lang was still thinking about Song Qianwen's birthday a few days later.

Suddenly, I saw the news of the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges in the V letter.

"Twinbridge University Library?"

Ning Lang saw the location of this activity and muttered, "Isn't this Qianwen's school?"

"Colloquium, Traditional Writers ......"

Ning Lang didn't think much about it, he looked at the time, it happened to be a weekend, so he agreed.

Anyway, there are five bars, the chairman of the network writers' association, and the old god leads the way, and he is on top of everything, just follow him to see the world.

He also wanted to hear what traditional writers think of online literature.

Over there, Twenty-Four Bridges Mingyue reported the list to Crimson Night.

The latter also had no opinion after reading it.

"By the way, what do you want to give for your birthday?"

Ning Lang was still pondering this question.

But I couldn't think of any more creative gifts.

Sending flowers, too old-fashioned and not in line with his style.

Giving jewelry rings is too old-fashioned, and he doesn't like to be the same as others in this regard.

After thinking about it, he threw this complicated question to Zhang Mingyuan, the master of pickling girls, although the latter had no emotional experience, but pickled girls had a lot of work on paper, and maybe they could think of one or two ideas.

"Give me a gift. ”

Zhang Mingyuan's answer made Ning Lang happy, "Let me tell you, it just so happened that I saw a nice gift some time ago, and not many people have given it yet, so it is definitely creative and thoughtful." ”

"What?"

Ning Lang hurriedly asked.

Zhang Mingyuan directly sent a link, "Just click in and take a look yourself." ”

Clicking on this link, the thing floating in front of him immediately attracted Ning Lang's attention.

"Miss the ring. ”

"It's a magic ring. ”

Inside the details of the item, I saw an extremely familiar word.

These words made Ning Lang's mind involuntarily follow the next sentence, there is an old man who can suck the qi in the ring.

Well, it's too deep into the play, and it's an occupational disease.

Back to business.

He looked through it from top to bottom and understood what the ring was for.

This is a couple ring, but there is black technology installed inside the ring.

As soon as one of the rings gently touches the diamonds, the "diamonds" on the other ring will light up.

Feel the other person's thoughts.