Coming to a dilapidated five-story building on Wu Song Street on Middleton Road, Ling Donglai went up the stairs, where the former owner of this body now lives. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As a result, when he was on the second floor, Ling Donglai was stopped.

A large bed stood up the narrow staircase, and a man and a woman were working hand in hand to lift the bed up, with a little girl helping next to her.

It was a big solid wood bed, heavy and large, and with this narrow and steep staircase, even three or five people might not be able to lift it, let alone a man, a woman, and a little girl, they could only move up step by step.

However, what made Ling Donglai pay special attention was that the little girl in his sight looked a little familiar.

After all, the little girl's strength was insufficient, and after carrying the big bed for a while, her body was a little crooked and couldn't hold it, and her feet suddenly became soft, and she was about to fall.

"Be careful!" Ling Donglai stepped forward, supported the girl's shoulder with one hand, grabbed the foot of the bed with the other, and lifted the big bed that had fallen down again.

The man next to him glanced at Ling Donglai gratefully.

The four of them worked together to move the big bed to the fourth floor, and Ling Donglai helped them carry the bed all the way into the house, which happened to be next door to Ling Donglai.

The man was a little excited and said in very broken Cantonese, "Thank you, comrade." ”

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This crappy Cantonese and the title that had been unfamiliar for many years made Ling Donglai stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said: "It's nothing, everyone lives in a building and is a neighbor, and I happen to live next door to your house." By the way, my name is Ling Donglai, you just immigrated from the mainland? ”

"Yes, yes, my name is Ye Baoquan, this is my daughter Ye Suqun, daughter, hurry up and pour a glass of water for my little brother, I am thirsty to death all the way. Come little brother and sit. ”

"Brother Ling, drink a glass of water."

Ling Donglai chatted with them casually, then said goodbye and left, returning to his house.

"Unexpectedly, I met a future celebrity." Ling Donglai's face seemed to be smiling, although his figure had not developed much, but that rather familiar face, coupled with the name Ye Suqun, had awakened some of Ling Donglai's memories.

Ye Suqun is clearly the future with his 36-inch **** and a number of third-level pieces of smash hit boba leaf lintel.

It's just that I didn't expect that the third-level star who will be famous in Xiangjiang in the future now looks like just an ordinary innocent girl next door.

"Hong Kong is so small."

There was no one else in the empty room except Ling Donglai, and he tidied up his clothes a little and went to the shrine to light three sticks of incense.

There are no gods enshrined on it, only two black and white photos, a man and a woman, looking in their forties, and a pair of men and women, although they look old, but they can vaguely see the handsome and beautiful appearance of their youth.

"Today, I have taken the first step, "Xun Qin Ji" will be serialized in "Oriental Daily" next week, and it will not be long before the name Ling Donglai will be called in Xiangjiang." Inserting three sticks of incense into the incense burner, Ling Donglai stared at the two black and white photos: "Although your son is actually dead, since I have taken his place and come to this world, I will not let others despise him." ”

"Ling Donglai's name is very good, the world will remember this name!"

After finishing the incense, Ling Donglai ate something casually, and sat down at the desk again and began to write.

He had already completed the 1.6 million words of "The Story of Seeking Qin", but if he wanted to complete the plan in Ling Donglai's heart, a copy of "The Story of Searching for Qin" was simply not enough, he needed greater fame and more money.

And at this stage, there is no other way to dig up the first pot of gold than fiction.

As the first shot to make a name for himself, Ling Donglai chose Huang Yi's "Looking for Qin". In the second book, Ling Donglai still copied Huang Yi without hesitation, this time, he copied "Raining Clouds and Clouds".

The complete outline had already been listed, and even the detailed outline of the first 100 chapters had been listed completely, so he naturally wrote quickly.

In this way, it was not until the phone rang that Ling Donglai stopped, and went over to pick up the receiver: "Hello, I'm Ling Donglai...... Uncle Ding, hello hello...... Yes, I know...... Are you sure? No, not yet...... Okay, then I'll wait for Uncle Ding's call. ”

Speaking of this, Ling Donglai hung up the phone.

Although the parents died in a car accident on the same day that they crossed over, they were really good to themselves.

While leaving such a property for himself, he also left some of their connections and relationships, because of this connection and relationship, Ling Donglai's plan will add a little help, but this is enough to make Ling Donglai grateful to them from the bottom of his heart.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Donglai continued to lie on the desk and write until the phone rang again.

"Uncle Ding? Yes, I'm at home...... Okay, I'll get ready and go downstairs right away. After a few sentences, he put down the earpiece, then straightened his clothes, and looked at the two pictures on the shrine, and he went out and went downstairs into the street.

Ling Donglai went straight to the intersection, waited here for a few minutes, and then squeaked, a car stopped in front of him, and as the people inside waved, he opened the door and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

"Thank you for picking me up, Uncle Ding." Ling Donglai said in a modest tone, no different from the junior who saw the elders, although his actual age may be a little older than the man in front of him.

"When you get to the set later, don't talk nonsense or run around, you will do whatever I tell you to do." The middle-aged man who started the car and held the steering wheel and looked straight ahead, without giving him half a spare glance, said in a flat tone, "I promised your aunt to help, and I will definitely help, but if you don't want to mess things up, then I can't help it." ”

"Okay, I'm sure, Uncle Ding." Ling Donglai nodded, still looking obedient.

The carriage was quiet, and Uncle Ding, who had been looking at the road for a long time, sighed: "Your mother used to live in the same building as me, but I didn't expect it to be like this...... Ah Lai, you must fight for it! ”

"I know, Uncle Ding, my parents have passed away, I can only rely on myself, and I must rely on myself." The sadness and firmness in Donglai's tone were just right.

"It's good to know." From the time he got into the car until now, Uncle Ding showed a smile.