Chapter 621 is not a thousand sails, and the slanting veins are long.

Mr. Qi Gong summed up his magnificent life with the two things of 'writing and living', with a kind and gentle face with a light and calm calmness, as if it was not worth mentioning such a tribulation, this bearing is convincing.

"Okay, I'll get out of the car first, you go back and rest early, don't think about it. Mr. Qigong smiled and smiled at Wang Yao, this is that he has received some tasks to sort out a batch of cultural relics for the Forbidden City.

"Teacher, don't be too tired, if there are any tricky questions you can leave to me, I will find a way. Wang Yao said.

"Got it. Mr. Qigong nodded, and took out a folding fan from his sleeve, "This is what Mr. Yang asked me to give you." ”

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment, took the folding fan, and the words on the fan looked a little old under the light of the interior lights.

'It's not a thousand sails, and the slanting veins are long. ’

This is Wen Tingyun's words, a good teaching to Wang Yao.

Wang Yao pursed his lips, "Thank you, sir." ”

"Originally, he was there for you, but I didn't expect to give it to you so early. Mr. Qigong smiled, "But after thinking about it, you have grown up." ”

Wang Yao smiled.

"Gone. Mr. Qigong didn't say anything more, got out of the car and walked into the apartment where the guards stood at the door.

Seeing that Mr. was carried into the house, Wang Yao waved his hand to the driver, "Let's go back too." ”

Back at He Le's house, half a month has passed since the operation of the old man Jin Wensheng, and he has been rubbing here for this time, thinking about moving out after the observation period of the operation.

"Are you back?" Su Yong and Mo Ke, who were playing with Jiangqu in the courtyard, looked up to greet Wang Yao.

"What did you eat at night?" Wang Yao touched his curly and fluffy hair.

"Didn't you eat out so late?" Mo Ke wondered.

"You think I'm here to socialize. Wang Yao gave her a blank look.

"It's eaten all the leftovers, and there's still some left. Mo Ke snorted and pointed to the dog basin next to him.

The corners of Wang Yao's mouth twitched: "Believe it or not, I'll whip you." ”

Mo Ke grimaced at him.

"Shall I order you a bowl of noodles, or will you make something yourself?" Su Yong smiled.

"Well, you can cook some noodles for me, I still have something to do when I go up, put less chili peppers. Wang Yao touched Su Yong's head, ran in to look at the old man, and went upstairs to knock on Zheng Xixi's door.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Xixi, who was tired and tired, had messy hair, and was in a nightgown with a youthful glow.

"Why did you sleep all day?" Wang Yao was stunned, "You didn't come back yesterday?"

"Great Auntie. Zheng Xixi clutched his stomach and let Wang Yao in, and smashed back on the bed.

Wang Yao sat on the bed with a smile, reached out and pinched the acupuncture points on her shoulder, "Be sober and sober, talk about something serious." ”

"Oops! it hurts!" Zheng Xixi let out an exclamation and kicked Wang Yao.

"It's gone. Wang Yaoqing coughed and looked away.

Zheng Xixi pulled up her skirt with a big grin and yawned, "What's the matter, so anxious?"

"I'm not in a hurry. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Then get out. Zheng Xixi glared.

"Didn't I prescribe a prescription for you, and it still hurts badly?" Wang Yao asked as he looked at Zheng Xixi's somewhat unpleasant face.

"Big brother, your prescription is not a miracle medicine, and there are times when you can't use it well, and it's so troublesome. Zheng Xixi pouted.

"If you don't pay attention, you deserve it. You see, Jingjing has been much better since taking my medicine. Wang Yao rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand, "Left foot." ”

Zheng Xixi blinked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"I'll give you a taste of the magic of traditional massage. Wang Yao chuckled.

"Don't push too hard, be careful that I turn my face. Zheng Xixi's cautious left foot reached over and put it in Wang Yao's hand.

Wang Yao's hands are very beautiful, it is not too much to describe them as soft, they are better than women's hands, and the temperature is like hot jade, which makes Zheng Xixi's body tremble inexplicably, and then the pain is like small insects swimming from the center of the foot to the calf.

"Ahh

"Just grit your teeth and stop for a while. Wang Yao smiled and said, "You have a problem with Gong Han at your age, and it's too dangerous."

"Woo woo ~ hiss ~ ah!" Zheng Xixi argued as he bit the quilt.

"Alright, shut up, I can't hear what you're saying. Wang Yao chuckled, "Let me tell you, I did this thing first, didn't you say that you wanted to be a publishing house before?"

Hearing the matter, Zheng Xixi stopped making trouble, and only occasionally made an ambiguous muffled sound.

"I didn't think about being a media before, I thought that it would be enough to have Sister Xiaoxu's media company and Lao Genshu's media, but now I think there are still shortcomings in formal media channels. Wang Yao said, "So in the name of inheriting barriers, let's be a comprehensive media company, including television, cinemas, radio, newspapers, Internet, mobile terminals and publishing." ”

"What are you doing? There's a lot of money?" Zheng Xixi had slowly adapted to Wang Yao's strength, and loosened the quilt in his mouth, "We will do these aspects ourselves, and the cost is much higher than outsourcing." ”

Wang Yao smiled and shook his head: "You can't calculate everything according to the return ratio." ”

Zheng Xixi was stunned for a moment, frowning slightly, "Where have you been today?"

"Register as a multinational company, don't worry about money, buy all the channels that you can buy, whether it's humanities or sciences. Wang Yao didn't answer, "When will it be done?" ”

Seeing that Wang Yao didn't want to say more, Zheng Xixi snorted lightly, "Money can make grinding ghosts, uncle, if you are in a hurry to publish an article, I will do it for you tomorrow?"

"That's still a bit fast. Wang Yao chuckled and let go of Zheng Xixi's little feet, "Wear less high heels, the bones are a little deformed." ”

"High heels are a woman's pride. Zheng Xixi smiled.

"I'm going to eat. Wang Yao got up and smiled.

"Remember to wash your hands. Zheng Xixi rubbed his still slightly numb feet and said with a smile.

"Perverted. The corners of Wang Yao's mouth twitched, and he walked out of Zheng Xixi's room, Wang Yao went back to the house to take a shower, and the system was dormant, which made him have an indescribable weird feeling, and he felt that the whole world had become slow.

After drying himself and changing into a nightgown, Wang Yao walked out of the bathroom barefoot, Su Yong, Mo Ke and Zheng Jingjing were talking about something on the bed, and the noodles on the desk were still steaming.

"Brother He Lege asked you to go to him after eating. Zheng Jingjing glanced at Wang Yao and said.

"Are you in a hurry?" Wang Yao reached the desk, picked up chopsticks and began to eat noodles.

"It's not too urgent, it should be a happy event. Zheng Jingjing said with a smile.

"Happy event?" Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked vaguely, "You're getting married?"

"You ask me, I ask who is going. Zheng Jingjing said unhappily, "The old man is okay here, I'll go back first, the troupe has been thrown away for several days, I don't know if they are lazy." ”

Wang Yao licked the sauce at the corner of his mouth, "Are you alone?"

"Sister Feifei still has to do something in the capital. Zheng Jingjing replied, "I'm not a child. ”

"Huh. Wang Yao smiled, and he was used to eating a big bowl of noodles in two bites.

"Hungry ghost reincarnated, you. Mo Ke looked at Wang Yao's gobbling appearance and laughed.

"You are the reincarnation of the princess. Wang Yao sneered.

Mo Ke was stunned, looked down at himself, shaking a pu fan in his left hand and sipping melon seeds in his right hand.

"It's a fitting description. Zheng Jingjing said with a smile.

"Then you are Pan Jinlian. Mo Ke said angrily, glaring at Wang Yao, "You are Wu Dalang." ”

"Then I'm Ximenqing?" Su Yong blinked cutely.

"I'll clean you up when Wu Dalang is done. Wang Yao wiped his mouth with a sneer and walked out of the room.

PS: Thank you for the friends who have rewarded in the past two days, there is a problem with the APP and I can't see the name clearly, thank you.

A friend of the book review said that the current material is very boring, and to be honest, I also feel very boring, just like the difference between traditional literature and entertainment literature.

The difference between the two is that the former uses story data to tell the truth, and the process is smooth, while the latter highlights the grand plan for the sake of the plot, and the process is turbulent.

People don't like too boring data and truths, and prefer wonderful plots and conflicts, and I'm the same.

I also wanted to write these great predecessors in the form of stories and conflicts, but I couldn't think of a way to neutralize them, because the characters and stories I wrote belonged to the 'blacklist', which were already very marginal and dangerous, and I had tried my best to write them without being harmonized.

If you want to create conflict for the sake of the plot, of course I can, but it is certain to be harmonized.

And the characters I want to write about, and I want to introduce, are better written in this kind of gentle narration, like a biography for others.

This book is very tiring to write, and I want to write too much, but most of them can't be written, so I pick and choose something less sensitive to write, like walking on thin ice.

I hope that everyone Haihan, when you feel bored, I hope to be able to calm down and see what I have written, if you really can't calm down, then you don't have to force yourself. After all, everyone reads books mainly for entertainment, and my way of writing is boring myself, not to mention everyone.

On the road of life, I will always meet many people, know each other, and go all the way together, I am very grateful.

I also humbly accept my request, but really, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and I also want to write a magnificent story about these data that I 'understated', and I can also write it, because the stories behind these 'understatements' are more turbulent, terrifying, and wonderful than all the stories made up for the sake of the plot.

But I can't write it, it's harmonious, people can't see it.

So I'd rather incorporate these stories into the character bios, and I would like to be able to leave their names and nothing else.

Once again, I would like to thank all those who have supported me all the time, and thank you very much for your understanding and tolerance.