With two small steamed buns, Lu Mengmeng ate a small plate of pickled cucumbers and drank a bowl of porridge.

Ling Yingjun nodded, "Is there any discomfort in your stomach?" ”

Cucumbers are not very friendly to the stomach, for fear that Lu Mengmeng will have an upset stomach after eating it.

"No discomfort, good." Lu Mengmeng smiled, and coughed endlessly as soon as she finished speaking.

Ling Yingjun hurriedly poured a glass of water, "What?" Still uncomfortable throat? ”

"It's nothing, it's just a dry throat." Lu Mengmeng waved her hand, coughing in her chest, and she didn't know if there was anything else wrong.

However, no matter what the problem is, it is definitely okay to drink anti-inflammatory drugs.

"Your throat is getting worse and worse, let's stop watching cross talk tonight and rest for a day?" Ling Yingjun said with a worried expression.

Lu Mengmeng looked at Ling Yingjun dissatisfied, but she couldn't stop coughing to herself, and she couldn't refute it for a while.

This body, when it should be good, is sick, and on weekdays, it is idle and has nothing to do, and the body is fine.

Ay!

It's sad.

Ling Yingjun thought for a moment, "Why don't I accompany you to think of a new book?" ”

Lu Mengmeng raised her head suddenly, staring at Ling Yingjun and couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Don't you hate working when you're not working?" Lu Mengmeng blinked and asked, why did you suddenly change your mind today?

What made him change?

Ling Yingjun coughed dryly, he hated it very much, but for Lu Mengmeng, he could only pay himself!

He's really great!

"As long as you don't want to listen to cross talk, I promise you everything." Ling Yingjun made a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance.

Listening to cross talk has to applaud and laugh again, it's really a drain.

It's better to be safe and secure at home.

Lu Mengmeng was full of emotion at this time, he took great pains for himself, and what was even more difficult was that he actually did what he was most unwilling to do for himself.

"Handsome brother, you are so good." Lu Mengmeng said sincerely.

Ling Yingjun coughed dryly, and glared at Lu Mengmeng angrily, how can a good person card be issued casually?

Lu Mengmeng was overjoyed, to be honest, she had been writing old books in the past two days, and she had been thinking about new books in her head, but she didn't have a clue at all.

Now when she heard Ling Yingjun say that she would think of a new book with her, she suddenly bubbled with joy.

Lu Mengmeng obediently brushes the pot and washes the dishes, this scene seems to be a husband and wife, one cooks and the other washes the dishes, with a clear division of labor.

Lu Mengmeng and Ling Yingjun went to the study to sit down together, after all, the two are not married yet, and it is not a matter to always run to the boudoir, it is better to chat and talk in the study.

"The title of your new book is good, but nothing else is just empty talk." Ling Yingjun said bluntly.

"First of all, you decide that you want to write a princess story, and then you determine the approximate dynasty, even if you don't write history, you have to have a rough chronology."

"Only by determining the approximate age can we determine the relationship between the characters, the titles, and the furnishings, language, folk customs, official system, costumes, and so on that era."

"Even if it's overhead, don't put your crown too strongly, after all, female frequency essays are not like male frequencies, which can be written blindly."

Lu Mengmeng listened to Ling Yingjun's words and nodded thoughtfully.

Lu Mengmeng has read a lot of books on male frequency, and writes nonsense.

Relatively speaking, the books of the female frequency are much more regular.

Of course, this is only the majority of people, the male frequency naturally has a good historical article, and the female frequency also has people who write nonsense in disregard of the rules.

Ling Yingjun's words, one is to teach Lu Mengmeng how to grasp the proportions of writing, and the other is to tell her that she should be rigorous or need to be rigorous, and she should not write indiscriminately.

Lu Mengmeng kept all this in mind.

She wrote Xianxia before that, so there was no logic or rules to speak of.

But the ancient Chinese of the female frequency is different, at least we must respect the environment at the time, respect what each character does, what they say, and the storyline must respect the current situation.

This requires a certain amount of experience and reading foundation, otherwise it is really easy to get off the line.

Eat, wear, chew, and make a mistake, you may be laughed at.

Common sense is very important, if you don't have common sense, it's doomed!

Lu Mengmeng actually wanted to simply write an ancient Chinese text, and didn't think about it so much.

After hearing Ling Yingjun's nagging, he suddenly had two big heads.

Seemingly, this thing is a hassle.

Ling Yingjun saw Lu Mengmeng's serious and distressed appearance, Ling Yingjun sighed, "There are so many types of novels, you just want to write this is the most difficult." ”

Lu Mengmeng was speechless, and said after a while: "I just want to try." ”

I want to try a variety of themes, and finally find one that suits me.

There are eight categories: modern sayings, ancient sayings, fairy tales, fantasy, youth, science fiction, supernatural and games.

Lu Mengmeng wrote a book of Xianxia, so let's try another ancient saying.

What if it does?

"Then try it, and I'll do my best to help you." Ling Yingjun said with a smile.

After Ling Yingjun mentioned Lu Mengmeng, he asked, "Do you have any ideas for yourself?" ”

Lu Mengmeng pointed at herself, with a suspicious expression, "You ask me?" How do I know! In the past two days, I have not been thinking about new books except for old books. ”

"Anyway, you have to think about it, and I can help you!" Ling Yingjun held her forehead, this girl was stupid.

Lu Mengmeng sighed, "Then I have to think about it." ”

There is no urgency.

"I remember the trash can is full, I'll take out the trash, you think about it yourself." Ling Yingjun stood up, moved his arms and legs, and brought her a glass of water, "Drink more water." ”

When you sit all the time, your muscles will stiffen and it will be very uncomfortable, so it is good to stand up and walk regularly.

"Can you tell what kind of garbage you are?" Lu Mengmeng asked.

Ling Yingjun's hand shook slightly, he was busy at work every day, where did he throw away garbage?

Lu Mengmeng smiled slightly and stood up, "I'll accompany you." ”

Throw out the garbage together!

It's ridiculous!

But the two of them don't think it's ridiculous, throwing garbage together, how romantic!

"Handsome brother, what is the use of these garbage classifications being so finely separated? Will they end up piling up the garbage and pulling it away? Lu Mengmeng asked.

Ling Yingjun waved his hand and said, "That's impossible!" ”

It's like Zhou Peiyan once appeared on a TV show - there are newcomers in cross talk.

He complained in the stand-up comedy of the show, he went downstairs to throw away the garbage for an afternoon, garbage classification! If you don't know, you have to use your mobile phone to find out.

As a result, at night, the garbage truck dumped the recyclable and non-recyclable garbage together and pulled it away.

Zhou Peiyan: "Garbage classification starts with me, I started, why did you end it?" ”

Of course, when the show was broadcast, garbage classification was not so frustrating, what wet garbage dry garbage and so on.

Ling Yingjun knocked Lu Mengmeng's brain with his hand, "Don't think nonsense, let's go and throw away the garbage." ”