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Readers who were waiting to see the update of Wen Xuemei's "Snow Injury" on the Internet accidentally discovered this novel and became the first batch of readers. And soon sank.

"If the water of the entire Pacific Ocean is brought out, it will not be able to extinguish the flame of my love for you.

Can the entire Pacific Ocean pour out all the water?

No way. That's why I don't love you. ”

"If I pour out the water of the entire bathtub, I can't extinguish the fire of my love for you.

Can you pour out all the water in the bathtub? Yes.

So, yes. I love you. ”

A short love affair ended like this.

But it is deeply engraved in the heart of "Ruffian Cai" and in the hearts of everyone.

That hazy, wonderful love.

It seems to follow the "light dance and flying", follow the "ruffian Cai", go through that wonderful time together, watch the movie together, and experience the "perfume rain" together.

Zhang Can's plain and humorous language with a hint of ruffian cannot hide the sadness of "The First Close Contact".

Wen Xuemei is a well-known romance novelist in China, and this novel was the first to circulate among her readers.

And spread at an alarming rate.

……

Zhang Can took a deep breath of the early morning exhaust gas, with a fragrance of pears, which made people feel more energetic!

"Sister Yun didn't open the door?"

Zhang Can, who wore big sunglasses and a mask, went to the breakfast restaurant where he usually likes to eat.

only to find that the door was not opened.

It's weird. Even Sister Yun won't open the door during the New Year.

There were a few people gathered at the door, and some of them turned around and left without opening the door.

Someone went up and knocked on the door, "Sister Yun, are you okay?" ”

The door opened, and Sister Yun opened the door with red and swollen eyes.

"Oh, Sister Yun, what's wrong with you, it's not your old Yun bullying you, right?"

"How dare I?" said a man in his early forties, wearing an apron.

He smiled helplessly and said, "This old lady read other people's young novels last night, and cried all night, and she didn't even face it." No, this morning, the buns can't be steamed, only fried noodles. ”

"Then I'll have two fried noodles. ”

"I'll have a copy too. ”

The crowd walked into the store.

Only Zhang Can was still thinking about it at the door, although Sister Yun's fried noodles tasted good, but he still loved to eat steamed buns.

Why don't you go back and make breakfast when you're hungry?

But even if he bought breakfast, he couldn't eat it outside, so he took it home.

After all, Zhang Can is also a star.

Thinking of his wife at home who was waiting hungry, Zhang Can still bought two fried noodles.

Lao Yun was frying rice.

Sister Yun still had red and swollen eyes to collect money.

A few young girls walked in, chattering. Sister Yun also walked in with a few plates of fried noodles and fried rice.

"Sister Yun, you also watched "The First Close Contact"?" a girl said suddenly.

"Yo, how do you know this?" Sister Yun wiped her hands and said with a smile.

Sister Yun is in her thirties this year, but it is the daily work that makes her look old. But I got along well with these young people in the neighborhood.

"Your eyes are swollen from crying, and I was like that in the morning. Another girl said.

"Yes, that's what she did in the morning, I didn't cry, although I was sad. ”

"I can't see it at all. Sister Yun seemed to be chatting with them.

"Tell you, it is very effective to apply a tea bag to your eyes. But use green tea, not black tea, cold compresses, not hot compresses. ”

Voices came out of the breakfast shop one after another.

"Two servings of your fried noodles. ”

"Thank you. Zhang Can took the fried noodles and turned around to leave, when he heard a voice coming from inside.

"This Zhang Can is so hateful, he actually wrote the light dance Feiyang to death, bastard!

"No, didn't you still scold him for being a vase white-faced? When did you support him?"

"That's it...... Just yesterday!"

Zhang Can couldn't help but shudder, but the neighbors nearby only thought that he had the same name and surname, and no one thought of him.

……

The first intimate encounter, just one night, there were 10 million reads.

As for the reprint......

There were too many zeros in that series, and Zhang Can didn't count them.

But there is no doubt that "First Close Contact" is popular!

Zhang Can, it's on fire!

No one will ever say that he is a little white face anymore, he has proved himself with a novel!

However, all kinds of troubles followed.

Yu Yue'er was still trying to pester him to revise the ending.

Zhang Can is very helpless, he will never use his own name to write novels again!

……

Hongzi chicken shredded cucumber, Fuzi melon roasted loin, 10,000-character spicy belly shredded, Nianzi mushroom cabbage.

Anchovy shark fin, red plum pearl incense, kung pao hare.

Eight treasures of wild duck, bergamot gold roll, fried shredded cuttlefish.

Golden silk sparrow, wishful roll.

A large table of good food.

Several people toasted each other, but it could be regarded as a staggered plan.

"Congratulations to Teacher Xuemei first, and I'm going to publish an excellent novel. A middle-aged man said with a smile holding a wine glass.

"Where, where. Wen Xuemei smiled and drank it all.

"Of course, Mr. Wen, which work is not a masterpiece?"

"I've read the whole manuscript of Snow Injury," one author said, "and to be honest, it's very good." ”

Wen Xuemei engaged in serialization, just to copy things hot, and these authors who came to the party had all read the full draft.

"Yes, this novel writes about real human nature, and it is about to break through the realm of romance. ”

"I think Mr. Wen's work has been conceived for a long time. ”

"Yes," Wen Xuemei said with a smile, "This work has indeed been planned for a long time." ”

"It's a pity to post it on Weibo like this. ”

"It's okay," Wen Xuemei still smiled, "The first hot search on Weibo can be regarded as publicity." ”

"Ahem, ahem. The assistant next to her couldn't help coughing twice, wanting to remind her.