Mornings in the villages in the plains at the foot of the mountains are always accompanied by the chirping of insects and birds, and of course the smoke and smoke that a farmhouse should have.
The sky is already bright, and the sun has just emerged. The light passes through the morning mist, dreamy and blurred, and the dew on the wheat branches is crystal clear, trembling and dripping with the breeze.
Wang Yan wore a peaked cap on his head, holding down his hair that had been sleeping like a chicken coop. He was wearing sportswear and sneakers. After a long sprint on the asphalt road in the wheat field, he gradually slowed down. Increase the speed until it comes to a complete stop.
Panting slightly, Wang Yan took out his phone from his pocket and looked at the data on the sports software. Run 20 kilometers, time 45 minutes, pace 225.
I opened the browser again and searched for the half marathon world record, which was 57 minutes and 31 seconds. Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction, stretched his arms and kicked his legs, standing in a straight line and stretching.
On a whim, he ran almost at full strength. Ever since he once had his body tested in his company and found that it was beyond the acceptable range of ordinary people, he has never had a physical examination again because it was too shocking and obviously not good, and he himself did not There is no way to complete a full range of physical examinations independently, so that’s all.
The same goes for daily sports, there are always people watching. In order to avoid attracting too much attention, he also performs at the level of an athlete.
The Yunmiao Village where he is now is different. It is relatively remote and has a small population. Even the locals in the village rarely come so far to hang out in the wheat fields after five o'clock. This is of course very convenient for him to run wild.
Although the timing of the mobile phone may be a little off, in fact it is not that much different. It is only about ten seconds, and the error is within 200 meters.
If this result were announced, it would definitely cause an uproar. And although he was almost at full strength, he was not really at full strength.
He ran at a constant speed to the greatest extent, and as long as his body could support it, he tried to run as fast and for the longest time as possible.
In other words, he still has the energy to run another twenty kilometers at the same speed. As for the explosive sprint, he did not measure it, because it was more concerned with the number after the decimal point, but it must be within eight seconds.
This is much higher than the world record of nine seconds and fifty-eight seconds, because at this level, it is extremely difficult to improve even one millisecond.
After walking around for a while to calm down, Wang Yan started boxing on the deserted road.
The daily exercise of the day ended and the daily routine began.
By the time he returned to the village, it was barely seven o'clock. At the hotel at the entrance of the village, as Yang Guanjun said last night, there was a restaurant named 'Yiwei' with a large steamer set up in front of it, steam rising.
If you guessed correctly, the owner of this restaurant should be called 'Yiwei'... Wang Yan strolled over and greeted, "Boss, what are the fillings for the steamed buns?" Yan Yan
"Those with soy sauce and beef, that's all. There are also steamed buns without stuffing." The boss who was busy inside came out and introduced their pricing to Wang Yan. At the same time, he opened the basket and let Wang Yan Look clearly at the size of the steamed buns.
The buns are just normal buns, neither too big nor too small. Wang Yan took one look and said with a smile: "Let's get a drawer each of soy sauce meat and beef, and add some side dishes." The boss put the buns in and asked with a smile: "I haven't seen you before? Are you new here? Living in a small courtyard? I also have tofu curd and soy milk, do you want them?"
"Yes. Let's have two more bowls of tofu."
"Then I won't charge you for this side dish. Our place is very good, but it's blocked by the ones outside, otherwise our place would be popular. You have to have a good time. If you don't play well, then It's such a pity. If you need help with anything, you can come to me. This backyard is where my family lives, and I'm always here. Oh, by the way, you can also come to my house for dinner. I'm very good at my craftsmanship and I'll give you a 10% discount. ." After the boss packed the steamed buns, he also made a small plastic bag and put all kinds of pickles he made himself into it. It was quite generous.
Wang Yan believed that other restaurants would probably say the same thing and make the same choice. This should have been discussed by the bosses before.
No one wants more tourists than those who open their doors for business. Yan may also have Xie Zhiyao, a college student returning home, and Huang Xinxin, a college student village official stationed in the village, present to communicate.
After all, as shown in the play, these two people together are the collective will of the villagers of Yunmiao Village.
Although there are still some messy things that are holding them back, overall, these two people have become the masters of Yunmiao Village.
"Then let's do it at noon tomorrow. I'll come over and have a taste. I'll order four dishes and one soup from you first." Wang Yan nodded with a smile.
"Okay, boss, there are too many pickles, you can eat three meals."
"The pickles I make are particularly delicious. You will know when you get back." The boss filled some more and said,
"You can just come over tomorrow and have it cooked to order."
"I'm just afraid that I won't have the ingredients I ordered when the time comes. Don't worry, boss, I don't have any taboos, so I will definitely come over and just cook your specialties. In this way, I will transfer another 100 to you as a deposit, and tomorrow at noon I'll be here around eleven o'clock." As he spoke, Wang Yan simply scanned the QR code and paid for breakfast.
The boss grinned: "Look, I'll definitely satisfy you." Wang Yan took the buns and pickles with a smile, held them in his hand, said hello to the boss, and walked back to the small courtyard.
When Yan entered the courtyard, Wang Yan did not see Ma Qiushan getting up early. Based on this inference, this kid from Ma Qiushan should be a night owl.
After all, they broke up and went to bed last night between ten and eleven o'clock. Basically, according to the rest time of adults, they would wake up around seven o'clock.
After all, there is no class, and the whole day is idle, so there is no need to waste energy. Maqiu Mountain is about cultivating one's moral character, so it is inevitable to go to bed early and get up early. Get up, have breakfast, practice Baduanjin and so on.
But if Maqiu Mountain has not risen, then it means it has not risen. Wang Yan felt that this greasy middle-aged man who usually used Nokia in front of others was probably playing with his smartphone at night. The light in the small square frame illuminated his greasy face, which was looking silly and happy... Of course not. Excluded, people stay up late thinking about comeback projects.
Without returning to the house, Wang Yan went directly into the kitchen and saw the back of a long-haired woman wearing brown loose pajamas, scrubbing the pot.
Deliberately making some noise, the woman looked back. What Wang Yan saw in front of him now was a man with greasy, dreadlocked hair. He looked pretty good, and his eyes looked dazed, tired, and somewhat confused.
Not to mention that Wang Yan knew how to see a doctor, just by looking at the dark circles under this woman's eyes, one could tell that she was a player with a long-term irregular schedule.
He raised the corners of his mouth and showed a friendly smile: "It's Damai, right? Hello. I'm Wang Yan. I just came here yesterday."
"Ah? Ah..." Damai was stunned for a moment,
"Hello, Wang Yan." Yan
"Want to make breakfast?"
"Yes, cooking noodles." Wang Yan patted the steamed buns placed on the table: "The steamed buns freshly baked at Cunkou Yiwei Restaurant include stuffed pork and beef. I bought a lot. Let's eat together. Oh, By the way, have you seen that bag? It’s filled with specialties from all over the world. You can grab and eat whatever you want." Damai let out a sigh of relief: "Thank you, but I want to eat noodles."
"It doesn't matter, how about you make more? Let me try it too, and we will eat together. The day's plan lies in the morning, and we must have a good breakfast. Let's eat together and have more variety." After a brief thought, Damai, who had already had a "dark day" according to her regular schedule, thought about it carefully and realized that the sauced pork buns at Yiwei Restaurant were pretty good. She just wandered around the village for two days because she had to admit her bed. I ate the buns there once.
Now that I think about it, I really want to eat it. The taste of pickles seems to be okay... After careful consideration, Damai solemnly nodded: "Okay." Yan
"Then I'll make some more specialties and eat more. I wanted to ask you to come down for dinner last night, but Nana said you were an Internet writer and couldn't be disturbed. She was afraid of disturbing your thoughts, so she didn't ask you."
"Correction, he is an online writer, I can't even call him a writer. Yesterday Nana told me on WeChat that you want to feed me duck meat and pig's trotters, thank you. I'm cooking noodles." There was a moment in the box room. After falling silent, Wang Yan cut some more meat for the platter, while Damai waited for the hot water to boil without saying a word.
After a while, Damai seemed to suddenly remember something: "That king..." Looking at the charming woman in her twenties who suddenly got stuck, she was trying to remember, with some embarrassment in her eyes. Wang Yan showed a friendly smile. :"Word."
"I'm sorry, I forgot for a moment."
"It doesn't matter. What do you want to say?" Yan
"Do you want some eggs? Poached eggs!"
"Two, thank you." Wang Yan nodded with a smile. Damai yelled, before the hot water boiled, he trotted to the refrigerator with his slippers on and took out two eggs. He closed the refrigerator door and went back. He knocked two eggs into the pot neatly.
She has cooked noodles and cooked eggs many times and summed up her experience. When the water is almost boiling, turn down the heat and slowly and gently beat the eggs in.
In this way, the egg liquid will roll together and become a perfect poached egg. Watching the two eggs gradually taking shape in the pot, Damai nodded with satisfaction... Wang Yan was sitting at the dining table at the back, holding his cell phone while watching Damai amusing himself.
This girl is quite interesting, very silly, and she is also the target of a mission. In fact, her conditions are quite good, and her writing skills should be sufficient.
Because Youfeng Xiaoyuan is located in a remote area, the house price is not high, at 7500 for three months. Yan Xie Zhiyao wants more people to come to Yunmiao Village and drive tourism and consumption in Yunmiao Village.
On the other hand, guest rooms also need turnover, which is why Xie Xiaochun said that he should decide whether to renew the lease half a month in advance.
B&Bs always have standards, decoration always costs money, and a homestead with three families always has rent.
And the lady who cleans the house also needs to be paid. They are not a hotspot, and they don't have many tenants, so they still cherish every customer.
In this case, there is no problem in negotiating a price of 7,000 yuan. According to the information provided by the living father, the house he lives in is seven thousand three months old.
Damai is not here to travel. She doesn’t have much money to spend except for food and drinks. The prices here are not bad. She can cook herself. Adding all the miscellaneous things together, it costs two to three thousand yuan a month, including the room fee. Five thousand.
And her parents are not very supportive of her writing, so there is a high probability that they will not support her with a lot of money. Because at this point, the only thing parents can control their children is money.
So it seems that Barley should be able to support himself, at least 5,000 a month. But obviously, if you really only earn 5,000, no one will choose to spend more than 2,000 to rent a house. Damai started writing full-time after graduating from college. He still has a living in his hands. He is considered a mature author and earns money. It must be more than five thousand.
According to normal circumstances, there should be a base of seven to eight thousand. As for writing about the Internet, it is rare to see someone who can earn seven or eight thousand.
Either there are more readers, or there are more readers, there are only two kinds. According to what is said in the play, what Damai writes is still classified into niche categories, so it should be of some level.
On the other hand, in the play, she left Youfeng Xiaoyuan and returned to her hometown. She lived alone with her dog. This means that she lives in her own house, not with her parents. The family conditions are also good. .
But she is not confident, cheerful, or lively. Wang Yan believes that the main reason is that she has a pursuit in writing. She wants to write good articles and write popular articles, but she still insists on writing niche categories.
And in this niche category, she is not very strong yet. This creates a contradiction. Gradually, what you want cannot be achieved, what you want is fire but cannot be fire, what you want to fly cannot be, and you become more and more anxious and irritable.
This further affected her spirit and her writing state. The more I write, the less I can write, and it feels difficult to write.
But the network requires a long period of time and a lot of updates. The harder it is, the harder it will be. I feel like I’m so worried that I can’t write anything, so naturally I can’t sleep well.
Such a vicious cycle started, and little by little, she became more and more closed off. If the time had been longer, maybe it would not necessarily be the case if he was depressed... Yan cooked noodles very quickly, and after a while, Damai divided them into two bowls of noodles.
One bowl is less, one bowl is much more, one bowl has only vegetables, and the other bowl has two eggs.
"The noodles are ready, come and serve it. That... is a little hot, please be careful." As he spoke, Damai carefully used his slender fingers to hold the upper part of the bowl. The heat had not yet spread to the bowl.
"Did you forget my name again?" Wang Yan stood up, walked over, and picked it up with one hand in his pocket.
Although he looks tender, he is really rough-skinned and thick-skinned.
"No." Without thinking, Damai shook his head in denial and changed the subject.
"I forgot to bring you chopsticks."
"Aren't there chopsticks on the table?"
"Oh, I didn't see it." Wang Yan looked at the two pairs of plastic-sealed chopsticks in the center of the table, and the topic changed somewhat abruptly.
He sat down and took apart the chopsticks, rubbing the burrs on the chopsticks with each hand: "My name is Wang Yan." Yan
"Well, I know."...
