When I got home, my hair was frozen from the cold, and according to my mother, if I put some chocolate on my face and put a label on it, I would be able to sell it at the price of Menglong in the market.

I didn't have time to talk to her, so I went headlong into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and hugged the hot water that was like a lifesaver for me at this moment. It's so comfortable, this is the bath water, it's like Guanyin Bodhisattva riding on the back of my neck and pouring holy water from her white bottle on my head. It's so comfortable......

As the saying goes, "The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning." Although this sentence is mostly used for scholars and athletes, for us ordinary people, the time in the morning is also of great significance. In addition to brushing your teeth and washing your face, and reading the newspaper, the most important thing is to eat breakfast.

Xiao Long Soup Dumplings with Lu'an Gua Slices is the best breakfast combination I've come up with over the years.

The wonderful feeling of these two things working together is as if you are wearing a pair of plastic sandals that don't care about the world's eyes, standing on the bank of the turbulent Qiantang River with your back hand, arrogantly facing the river breeze. After the rich soup juice enters the mouth, just like the rolling river bombarding your taste buds, turning over the river and the sea, and then using the weak tea brewed from the pure Lu'an melon slices to pay tribute to the mouth, so that everything is quiet, beautiful and wonderful, beyond words.

After taking a shower and having breakfast, I went back to my room and turned on my computer to start the day's writing. As I introduced myself earlier, I am a professional writer who writes physical books. The biggest difference between physical writers and online writers is that they are not so free, they can't write what they want, and the editor does all the work of topic selection and planning, and he is responsible for thinking of the topic and handing it to me, and I am responsible for writing according to his topic.

In fact, it's okay to save me from always racking my brains to figure out the subject matter of writing, and it's thankless. I remember that I had a year of painful experience, exhausted my life's experience, raised my hand and flowed, the pen opened and closed, in order to protect the height and consciousness of world peace, serious and dignified to write a novel with a strong magical realism color, called "Wang Erlame and his aunt's two or three things", this book made me deeply feel the sense of social responsibility that should be borne on the shoulders of a heavy literary writer, I sent this masterpiece that may subvert literary history to my editor Pudding, was almost blocked by her......

I received the latest job from my editor in charge of the pudding girl in my mailbox, and the publisher didn't know which tendon was wrong, and suddenly said that I wanted an urban fantasy romance novel that could smell strong local feelings between the lines. The story is probably about the love-hate entanglement between a soldier king from the countryside who returns to become the village chief and a little doctor fairy in the same village. I lit a melancholy Hibiscus King, and the smoke choked my tears, and after thinking for a while, I wrote:

"He's handsome, golden, and uninhibited."

"He is the man who is in charge of the safety of the whole village. At the agricultural products exhibition in ten miles and eight towns, he took a fancy to her at a glance. He is calling for wind and rain in Lotus Village, but he is only willing to take care of her alone. He gave her a coveted Niutou brand limited edition tractor, and spent a lot of money just to get her smile."

"She fled, he chased, and they couldn't fly."

"He was poisoned by her, and he was sick."

She said, "King of soldiers, whoever you get from me will not get my heart!" The King of Soldiers' dark eyes were as dark as night, and his thin lips were close at hand, "Medicine Immortal, I don't mind playing a forbidden game with you!" ”」

"She closed her eyes and wept, and a pink snow lotus bloomed on the white bed......

I wrote and wrote, but I couldn't help but stop. The look of loss when the old man in the black coat finally parted with me kept lingering in my mind, and a strong sense of guilt arose in my heart. I couldn't help but ask myself: What the hell am I doing? Why do I have to argue with a kind old man whether this wonderful story is true or false? When did I change my career to 315? Lao Lu himself is fucking poor, and he is about to wear thongs, and he pours tea and hands cigarettes to me. If it weren't for the kindness of Lao Lu to let me go into the house to hide from the rain and cold, I am afraid that I would have frozen into the Lady of Liberty and pulled to the dock to symbolize peace.

Thinking of this, I secretly made up my mind, after this heavy rain stopped, I must carry two catties of authentic monkey kui to the lake to apologize to Lao Lu sincerely for my spicy-eyed emotional intelligence, and present four softly decorated yellow crane towers to express my heartfelt repentance. There is no one who can be a man and do things to the extent that I am, if this matter is not handled more satisfactorily than the Spring Festival Gala, I will always have a hurdle in my heart.

When the rain comes, it will go early.

The heavy rain only stopped for half a day.

I turned off my notebook, changed my clothes, and went out without a moment's delay.

I bought cigarettes and tea at the shop downstairs, and weighed some melon seeds, almonds, Xu Fu Chi's crisp candy, and so on. These are all what my grandparents love to eat, and I thought to myself that Lao Lu is about the same age as them, and the generation that has experienced eating with food stamps should have similar tastes.

I wasn't in a good mood, but the owner of the commissary downstairs had to be angry with me, and he shouted behind me when I walked away: "Little Mozi, look at your big bag and small bag, you must be going on a blind date again, right?" Maybe other girls are thinking about starting with other people's parents? Uncle told you that these fancy intestines are useless, let your mother take out the money she kept to find her wife and take you to plastic surgery, which can be made into my son's temperament, and keep your old Mo family can renew the incense next year. ”

I thought to myself, this is the worst hack I've ever had.

I'll admit that I'm average-looking, but it depends on who I compare myself to. If he PK with his turtle son, he won't need to put coins in his five round-trips. His son's ugliness is about to alarm the central government, why don't he have a point in his father's heart, his turtle son's exaggerated mouth is like a mobile toilet, and you can see his nose hair fluttering in the wind from a distance of three meters.

I'm too lazy to mess with these neighbors.

Pick up your pace and head towards the lake.

I couldn't wait to push open the door of the broken shack, and happily shouted "Lao Lu" but found that the house was empty, I gently put things on the small wooden table, frowned and smoked while thinking: Where is Lao Lu?

While I was pondering, I always felt that something seemed wrong in this room. I glanced around the walls of the room, and suddenly it dawned on me, when did I have an extra painting on this wall? I took a closer look at the extra painting, and I was horrified.

Isn't the person in that painting Lao Lu!