Yu Jingyao sat at the dining table, reached out and took out a carton of milk from the cardboard box, and handed it to Kong Lingjie. I saw that Yuan Qingyan only cared about eating rice, and didn't eat vegetables.

She put the egg cake in front of Yuan Qingyan and said:

"Eat some."

"Thank you."

Yuan Qingyan looked at Yu Jingyao with a smile and said. I immediately used chopsticks to pick up a small piece of egg cake, tasted it, and only felt that it was extremely crispy and delicious.

She thought to herself, when she returned to the imperial capital, she would also take the time to improve her cooking skills. Otherwise, you will be compared to your rival.

Yu Jingyao also invited Kong Lingjie to eat, so as not to invite only one of the guests, it would seem a little favoritism.

Lin Cheng sat opposite Yu Jingyao, only seeing that she was only concerned about inviting the guests to eat, and she hadn't eaten the sweet and sour fish he gave her. A trace of pity crossed his eyes, and reminded her:

"Eat quickly, while it's hot."

Yuan Qingyan saw that Lin Cheng could treat his wife so considerately, and there was a touch of loneliness in his eyes.

He Xincheng held the wine glass, clinked glasses with Lin Cheng, and said:

"Come, drink."

"Okay."

Lin Cheng smiled lightly, raised his glass and clinked glasses with He Xincheng, and then raised his head and drank the red wine in the cup.

He was very clear-headed. Therefore, when he was not drinking, he persuaded Kong Lingjie to consider He Xincheng. He thought that even if Kong Lingjie really went back with Yuan Qingyan, he would not persuade Kong Lingjie.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The phone rang in the living room.

Yu Jingyao sat closest to the landline, so she picked it up and answered, "Hey? ”

Lin Shengnan's gentle voice came from the phone:

"Jingyao, uncle is going to congratulate you. Yesterday afternoon, Zhihu Publishing House sent you a manuscript fee, which is 2,600 yuan.

I'll wait for a few days, and I'll ask someone to bring you to Jincheng. ”

Yu Jingyao was a little overjoyed, she wrote only because she loved writing and wanted to write the stories of her grandfathers. She really didn't expect to make a little money in writing.

She squinted and smiled, and said obediently:

"Uncle, in a few days, it will be the New Year. That money, as if I was honoring my uncle, buy him some wine to pay New Year's greetings......"

"You kid, it's better to come home for dinner during the New Year's greetings, don't bring anything else. I heard Xunxun say, you will go back to Wencheng to get your certificate in a few days. You have to take the money so that you can pay for the training. ”

Lin Shengnan said on the phone.

"Haha, uncle. I've already earned that little bit of training fee. Yu Jingyao smiled happily, she actually got another income after she was unemployed.

Lin Cheng sat at the dining table, quietly listening to Yu Jingyao answer the phone, and only after she hung up the phone did he ask:

"Uncle called?"

"Yes,...... Yu Jingyao simply told Lin Cheng what Lin Shengnan told her.

A hint of relief flashed in Lin Cheng's eyes, and he said:

"Alright, eat."

He reached out and took the bowl in Yu Jingyao's hand, and went to the kitchen for her to serve a bowl of hot rice. She had a bad stomach, and he wanted her to pay attention to her diet.

When he returned to the living room, he only heard He Xincheng ask him:

"I'm thinking about a question."

"Say?"

Lin Cheng asked suspiciously.

He Xincheng looked at the new sweater Lin Cheng was wearing, and asked thoughtfully: "Didn't my brother and sister go to the scenic spot to work as a temporary worker a few days ago?"

So how did she have the time to knit you a sweater and write it out? ”

Lin Cheng's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he said to Yu Jingyao: "Stretch out your right hand and show it to Brother He." ”

Yu Jingyao put down the dishes and chopsticks, spread out her hands, and showed them to He Xincheng, who was sitting opposite her. Although the blood blister on the middle finger of her right hand was gone, there were still some marks that were clearly visible.

That's what she left behind when she stayed up late to write.

On the night when Brother Xi went to Qixia Immortal Palace I Scenic Area, what kind of charity performance was held. Because she helped until more than twelve o'clock in the evening, she had to write in the office of the scenic spot in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, the uncle who guarded the door borrowed a small quilt for her and didn't freeze her.

When Zhang knew about it, he blamed her for staying up late.

When Lin Cheng returned to Jincheng, he saw the blood blisters on her hands, and complained that she was disobedient and didn't know how to take care of her body. But she smiled easily and said:

"It's really nothing to me.

I heard that Kuang Shishi's senior showed the manuscript I wrote to his friend Director Wei. Director Wei is still more interested in the growth story of Commander Lin and my grandfather Lao Yutou.

For this matter, Director Wei also asked Kuang to be pragmatic and go to Liushupo Village in Iyi City, H Province to collect style......"

Lin Cheng nodded slightly, indicating that he knew what Yu Jingyao said. Because after he participated in a military exercise in Lian City, J Province, he heard his uncle tell him about it.

His great Bolin Shengnan said:

Kuang pragmatic said that Xiaoyu's writing is very delicate, and the stories written look warm. Although Xiao Yu didn't write much, the content of the story was almost explained.

There are some details that need to be written in detail, Xiaoyu said that she would type them out on the computer......"

Kuang pragmatic thought for a while before saying, "Your calligraphy is not bad, why do you want to print it out?" ”

Yu Jingyao said: "In a few days, I will go to Wencheng to study." At that point, there won't be much time to write.

So, I can only type out some content and save it to my computer before that. Print it out again......"

Yu Jingyao's idea was supported by Lin Cheng.

He accompanied her to the Jincheng branch of the Qianshi Group and walked into Lin Xun's office. He sat opposite Yu Jingyao and watched her sit in front of the computer, staring at the computer screen.

Her slender fingers danced briskly on the keyboard, making the keyboard "click" and click.

He waited quietly, watching as she focused on writing. She became serious, extremely charming, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, revealing full confidence.

After a while, she sorted out all the relationships between the characters in it. After she printed it and handed it to him to see, he said sincerely:

"The big lazy cat's blind typing I skill makes me bow down."

"Be humble, Ah Yue."

Yu Jingyao winked mischievously and said.

In fact, in her previous life, she had seen their company's office clerk typing, and that speed was amazing. Not only is the typing speed fast, but there are no typos.

Unlike her, if you type out 3,000 words, there may be several typos.

On the fifth floor of the family courtyard, in Lin Cheng's dormitory.

Yuan Qingyan sat at the dining table, and after seeing Yu Jingyao stretch out her hands, she said truthfully:

"I've heard my aunt talk about you. Because when Kuang Shishi's predecessor went to Uncle Lin's house to deliver photos, my brother-in-law was also at his house. ”

"What a coincidence."

Yu Jingyao smiled and said.

She knew that the photo Yuan Qingyan said was referring to Kuang Shishi when he went to H Province to collect style. Some photos of the village where Lin Renxin and Yu Qijing lived, Liushupo Village.

Kuang pragmatically thought that Lin Shengnan had been in Yishi for many years and had not returned to Yishi. I sent some photos to Lin Shengnan and asked him to see the changes in his hometown.

After Lin Cheng went to the imperial capital, Lin Shengnan sent a few more photos to Lin Cheng and asked him to bring them back to show her.

Yuan Qingyan smiled lightly and told Yu Jingyao:

"Kuang Pragmatic's predecessor's friend, Director Wei. He used to be a military writer and a well-known screenwriter. More than ten years ago, the movie script of "Defending I Floating Dream Mountain" was written by him ......"