"Are you still writing novels?" asked the father lightly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but Jiang Yucheng knows that the focus of the conversation is finally coming - this is the last of the "old three".

"Hmm. Jiang Yucheng nodded, "The new book is now on the shelves again." ”

"Oh," my father replied softly - Jiang Yucheng was writing an online article, and my father had known about it for a long time. "The protagonist pursues his dreams, and his family resolutely opposes it" Such a bloody bridge does not exist in Jiang Yucheng's family. In fact, it is the opposite: although his father himself never reads what Jiang Yucheng writes, when it comes to the gathering of relatives and friends, he begins to boast when he meets: "My son can also write novels"... But this does not mean that his father unconditionally supports Jiang Yucheng's great cause.

"Your mother and I have no objection to you writing novels - as a hobby, it's really good, and being able to write millions of words is a great ability. Father continued--However, Jiang Yucheng knew very well what his father's subtext was. That's right, in my father's words, there is an important premise: "as a hobby".

"--But," the twist turned, "you can't delay your business—after all, you're not like the little guy next door, and you can't rely on this to eat in the future." ”

It turns out that his father has long known that Xiaoqi is a writer? Jiang Yucheng suddenly felt a little frustrated.

If he was at the age of a little bit of middle school, when he heard such words, he might cite the examples of great gods such as Tang San and potatoes to refute - but Jiang Yucheng didn't say anything to refute it, just replied:

"Well, I know that, too. ”

Jiang Yucheng himself understands: "Great God" is only the spire of the pyramid in the online literature ecosystem - and the base of the tower is countless people on the street. Now I can obviously only be regarded as a part of this pedestal.

"I've seen what you've written," my father continued, "I think it's a little too naïve, too detached from reality—I'm not against writing a book, but I suggest you write about a realistic subject." What you're writing now, it's not grounded, and it's not good for your development..."

Yes, yes - I know that. Jiang Yucheng still didn't speak--he hadn't tried realistic content before, but without the golden finger and Wang Bazhi's qi, he always felt that there were too many restrictions, and it was inconvenient for him to start the plot in a whimsical way... Of course, Jiang Yucheng also admitted that this was actually because his pen power was still too far behind.

Perhaps he also sensed Jiang Yucheng's resistance through the transatlantic phone - his father changed the conversation to a new topic, and his tone became a little frivolous, no longer as serious as just now:

"By the way, son, don't you have a girlfriend yet?"

"No..." Jiang Yucheng replied without thinking, but the regret only came out after the words came out.

"So, did you have a crush on any girl?"

"Hmmm..."

Yes or no? I do have a lot of thoughts about Xiaoqi, but since I knew that she was Nana, this idea has become more and more difficult to speak...

"What do you think of Xiaoqi next door?"

"Huh?!"

"Our two families also knew each other, and I knew your Uncle Zhou quite well. I think that girl is very clean and very nice, do you want to think about it?-Ah, by the way, your Uncle Zhou also has a good impression of you..."

“！！！！！！”

Jiang Yucheng trembled violently, as if he was suffering from cerebral thrombosis next door Wu Lao's second child, and his mobile phone almost slipped off, "Tell me - what are you talking about, Dad?!"

As a big man with his feet, of course he has nothing to do with "tsundere girls" or anything - but as an innocent little ** silk, he was suddenly stabbed by his father, and he must be shy.

"Have you taken a fancy to her?" the father smiled even more cheerfully, "My son has a good eye, if he likes it, he can go after it boldly! A young man in his early twenties can't even have such guts..."

"Uh-huh. ”

After some more nonsense, the international distance between father and son officially ended. hung up the phone, but Jiang Yucheng's heart became more and more uncalm. Do you like Xiaoqi?--yes, no matter what kind of identity Xiaoqi has in the online world at the same time, it can't change your feelings for this person!

If this is in GALGAME, after confirming the intention, the next thing is naturally a straight line confession kissing and snapping... However, the reality is much more troublesome after all-the substantive communication between himself and Xiaoqi is only less than a month. Even if it's butter, confession often has to wait until the middle and late stages of the game, how can it snap as soon as it comes up?... No, no! Don't think about popping or anything anymore! Jiang Yucheng scolded himself in his head.

Xiaoqi is indeed a very good girl, and her appearance and personality are very in line with Jiang Yucheng's expectations for girls. Maybe I'll really like her in the future - but certainly not now.

Grandpa Tai said it well: Philosophy ♂ is a sharp ♂ weapon in the hands of the masses. Jiang Yucheng is now also at the time to learn philosophy ♂ and use philosophy ♂ - the main contradiction at the moment is not his feelings at all, but Xiaoqi's impression of himself. Now, his favorability in Xiaoqi's eyes is obviously at a very dangerous warning value, no matter how infatuated he is, it is useless.

Not to mention that he hasn't reached that level yet-Jiang Yucheng thought.

Xiaoqi may not care about the quarrel on X-Sky Mountain, but this does not mean that the fact that she is a little fat man has passed so easily. Now she doesn't have a very good attitude towards herself-

"It's just that I don't have talent, I don't want to work hard, I treat renewal with a foolish attitude, I know where my weaknesses are, and I don't think I can expect others to understand -- ahhh

"Anyway, I'm sorry, with Brother Yucheng's current situation, I can't safely ask the Right Hand King to draw for you - because it's a waste of her talent and a ruin of heaven. It's clear that Brother Yucheng herself doesn't have a novel that cares, no matter how hard she tries, it's useless, right?"

Look, in Xiao Qi's eyes, he is about to be compared with those 213s in the Japanese family bar (Note 1) - Jiang Yucheng feels a headache again.

Although more things are still uncertain, Jiang Yucheng still doesn't want to be hated by Xiaoqi after all. She seems to have said before that she will still pay attention to her own works - and she also boasted about Haikou, saying that she wants to make "War Queen Project" a work that convinces her... In that case, isn't there only one thing she needs to do now?

That's right, what I should do now is to write well! Only in this way can I redeem my bad impression in Xiaoqi's eyes. Working with Yu Baochen may indeed be a chore, but maybe this is an example of how hard work pays off?... After setting the goal, Jiang Yucheng quickened his pace - he now has to hurry home and hurry up to code today's update.

―――――――――――――――――― Dividing Line――――――――――――――――――

"Woohoo! Man and human soul are incompatible!

Jiang Yucheng felt that he was already out of anger now - when he saw such a line of words popping out of the penguin chat window in front of him, he almost immediately typed out the curse words on the keyboard, but he held his breath for a long time, and still slammed the table, making a German boy:

"I practice from the bottom of my heart!!!!"

Sure enough, the problem is not on his side, no matter how determined he is to correct his attitude, it is a chore to cooperate with Yu Baochen's guy. Jiang Yucheng once decided to follow her instructions for a while and must write excellent articles. But it's easy to say, but it's hard to do...

"I said," Yu Baochen on the other side seemed to be a little impatient, "Why don't you always write according to what I say?!"

"Then I can't write..." Jiang Yucheng didn't plan to say anything at this time, and simply put on a posture that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

"Why can't you write it?"

"I just can't write it... ”

Saying "can't be written" is actually not Jiang Yucheng's excuse - although when Jiang Yucheng was a family before, Yu Baochen did drum up a bunch of black history that seemed to be unclear, but these additional settings for "War Ji Project" seemed as strange to Jiang Yucheng as a new book. For these settings, Jiang Yucheng just passively accepted them, but simply felt that they were "unconscious" - these settings did not come from Jiang Yucheng's own understanding, so Jiang Yucheng always felt that there was no real feeling, and naturally he couldn't write...

"I'm helping you, not writing for you!" Every time Jiang Yucheng said that Yu Baochen would write the main text, Yu Baochen would refuse with this sentence - this time was no exception.

"Then will you help home!!" Jiang Yucheng was not to be outdone.

The other side was silent for a long time, and finally such a line of words popped up-

"Woohoo! The souls of people are really incompatible!"

The reason for this is that on the one hand, these settings are imposed, and on the other hand, Yu Baochen's increasing requirements. Jiang Yucheng painfully found that with her own pen power, no matter how she painted, she couldn't satisfy her appetite. She likes flowery rhetoric and spectacular rhetoric, or at least sonorous and powerful. But I'm just writing an online article.,Is it really necessary to be so serious?Even if you carve sentences so carefully.,Will readers who are used to reading online texts with ten lines at a glance appreciate it?

Note 1: Du Niang Japan House, the famous Jingri and abnormal human gathering place, has been sealed - the dung pit has been blown up, and the has collapsed everywhere, I'mAngry!