Damai was eating the sauced pork buns, occasionally adding a bite of cooked food, mixed with the noodles she made herself, and she was very happy and a little excited.
After all, she always doesn't like to move, and the food she eats is not very good or rich, but mostly dealt with. Only Nana occasionally brought something back, and she took a few bites of it.
It was a bit awkward to eat without talking, especially when two strangers were sitting across from each other.
Although Damai is relatively closed-minded, she has not yet reached the level of depression. She still feels a little uncomfortable.
He looked at Wang Yan, who was sitting across from him, eating big mouthfuls of food and reading the news on his phone. After thinking about it, she said, "You have a great appetite and you eat so much." Wang Yan's eyes left the phone and fell on Damai: "It's okay. I went out for a run in the morning. I exercised and my appetite improved. .You look like a baby panda with those dark circles under your eyes. You stay up late all night, and you didn't sleep all night last night, right? In the long run, you will definitely get sick. I think you should carefully adjust your work and rest, so that you can I want to have a good body and a good appetite." It was like two strangers in the same sealed elevator, breathing hard.
He knew Damai was embarrassed. If it was a long time ago, he would have been embarrassed too, but later he gradually understood, "As long as I'm not embarrassed, then you are embarrassed." That means being shameless and shameless.
In fact, the main reason is that Damai is more sensitive. After all, there are differences between men and women. He is still a female author with a brain. Before, his enthusiasm was enough. If it was more, it would be counterproductive and he would be resented, which would be bad.
It is not easy to get a good impression, but it is easy to get a bad impression. Once a bad impression is planted in the minds of others, it is not so easy to restore it, so the balance between this must be grasped.
For Mr. Wang, this is a no-brainer passive skill developed through many vicissitudes of life...
"Thank you." Seeing that he was serious, Damai thanked him and explained: "You also know that I write about the Internet, so I can't control my work and rest. I often sit there all day and can't write much, and at night I have to After updating, I hurriedly wrote some. Little by little, it gets later and later, and later and later, and it becomes more and more difficult to write..."揲
"I understand. It's like a student during the winter and summer vacations. They always write homework like crazy in the first few days of school, and use up three oil pens in a few nights." Wang Yan shook his head and chuckled, not forgetting to stuff a beef bun into his mouth. At the same time, he motioned her to eat more,
"I personally think that you should make some adjustments and write it during the day. But I think you will still say that you can't write it. There are thousands of plot lines, and it's always hard to develop them well. You're in a dilemma, and you don't know the end. How should you describe the thrilling and grand narrative in your mind? Write some hesitant deletions, deletions, and changes. If you don’t publish it, you won’t make money, and if you publish it, readers will scold you..." Wang Yan laughed while listening to it. After telling her feelings about writing, Damai's eyes widened little by little, and she said with some surprise: "How do you know? You also write online articles?"
"No, I just read some online articles and have some understanding. After all, there are many people,"
"I'm in the state you mentioned now. Maybe I'm still not suitable for writing..." Wang Yan smiled and asked, "How many years have you been writing?"
"It's been more than four years. I was writing when I was in college, but I didn't publish it. I didn't want to find a job after graduation and couldn't cope with those things, so I embarked on this path." Hui Damai poked the noodles with his chopsticks. His tone was disappointed, but he didn't forget to correct him.
"After graduating from college, I wrote for more than four years." She pursues rigor...
"Being able to write for more than four years, supporting yourself, and being able to rent a B&B here to write means that you can make a living. It's not a matter of whether you are suitable or not. I think maybe you haven't found the right path." With Damai's doubtful eyes, Wang Yan continued to speak,
"It depends on what you want. If you want to make money, then write whatever is popular. With your four years of experience in the industry, it is not a big problem to make a living. But if you want to be popular, it will be difficult. If you want to be popular for a long time, then It's even harder. I think you still love writing, and it's important to calm down. As the saying goes? Just work hard and leave the rest to God. Your mentality will affect your words. Can you Four years of writing has proven that you are a mature Internet writer. Oh, sorry, you are a mature Internet writer who can earn enough money to support your life. So when you have no worries about food and drink, I still think you should Adjust your work and rest and be in a good mood instead of locking yourself in the room all day long, racking your brains and feeling depressed. Your mentality will be reflected in your words. After you finish writing during the day, you can wander around at night Bending, blowing in the wind, relieve fatigue. You can also read books and study, which will be helpful for your writing. Anxiety is unnecessary. Let’s be more realistic and say that you are a lesbian. In terms of social survival, There is no pressure to buy a house, buy a car, or pay a bride price..." Wang Yan had already begun to pour out chicken soup, babbling a lot.
He did it intentionally and unintentionally. If Damai's looks were not enough, she would not be cute or cute anyway. Without her face as a bonus, her confused eyes revealed a relatively clear stupidity.
Having traveled around the world for many years, Wang Yan's ability to deceive people is not in vain. He is not really cheating. In fact, he has seen a lot, has experienced a lot, and is well-targeted. What he says is really credible.
Damai was deceived under such targeted measures. She ate the meal unconsciously, listened to Wang Yan's various inspiring words, and was immersed in the beautiful picture he had conceived for her.
A little girl in her twenties without much social experience could not stand up to an old bastard who had practiced Taoism for nearly a thousand years... After a full night's sleep, Xu Hongdou turned over and lay down, letting out a big yawn and kicking The legs are splayed, the body is open and the arms are spread out like a big slump, affecting the muscles that are sore from excessive walking, feeling sore and satisfied with happiness.
She hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time. In the past, when I woke up, I was still very tired, unlike now, I was full of energy.
Staring at the ceiling and emptying her head, she felt as dazed as if she could close her eyes and fall asleep for two minutes. She rubbed her eyes, used her white and tender arms to bring the charging phone from the bedside to her eyes, looked at the time, but it was Seven sixteen.
She had already slept well, and now that it was not cold, she did not stay in bed any longer. Because she knew very well that if she lay down any longer, her head would become dizzy.
After taking a few sips from a bottle of mineral water, Xu Hongdou took the morning tea bag and a thermos cup, rubbed her head and smoothed her long shawl hair, and went out to solve personal problems first. She simply washed her hands and rubbed them. Face, make yourself more energetic, and walk towards the kitchen.
Passing by the kitchen window, she subconsciously looked inside and saw Wang Yan's back and a pretty girl she had never seen before sitting opposite her.
Using the elimination method, she immediately knew that the girl who was smiling happily was the Internet writer who lived in Room 4 of Youfeng Xiaoyuan who did not show up last night.
If she read it correctly, Wang Yanzheng had a very happy chat with this internet writer? She blinked hard twice, yes, she saw it right.
She walked into the kitchen in a few steps and said with a smile: "What are you talking about? You are so happy?"
"Let's talk about life, let's talk about ideals." Wang Yan said with a smile, looking at Damai who still had something to say,
"Let me introduce, this is Damai who lives in Room 4. He is an Internet writer who is working hard as an online writer. Damai, this is Xu Hongdou. We came here together yesterday and lives in Room 6." Listening to Wang Yan's introduction , Damai smiled shyly, and nodded to Xu Hongdou: "Hello, I am Damai."
"Hello, I'm Hongdou." Xu Hongdou responded with humor and then said,
"We are quite destined. Barley and red beans are all grains." She had discussed the issue of fate with the lively and imaginative Chen Nanxing before. They both had the idea of a Prince Charming, but later she didn't believe it anymore, but Chen Nanxing But I always thought about it.
But after yesterday's coincidental encounter, it was hard for her not to believe in fate. Seeing Damai nodding his head and eating silently, seemingly returning to his previous dull look, Wang Yan turned his head and looked at Xu Hongdou: "I thought you had to sleep until ninety o'clock, but I didn't expect you to get up so early. I bought a lot of breakfast and sat down to eat it together."
"Wait while I boil some hot water to make tea." Xu Hongdou walked aside to fiddle with the electric kettle to collect water.
"I didn't expect to get up so early. Not only did I get up early, I was in great shape and felt very energetic. I have never felt so good since I started working."
"It's just that it was too tight before. How are you? After walking so much yesterday, are you feeling sore?"
"It's sour, but it feels good." Xu Hongdou filled up the hot water, turned around and walked over slowly, sitting down next to Wang Yan.
Wang Yan raised his lips slightly and gave Xu Hongdou a bowl of tofu curd. He has sharp ears and eyes, a keen sense of spirituality, a superhuman spirit, and an extremely powerful ability to receive and process information. According to the common martial arts parlance, that is called subtlety.
He knew it just now when Xu Hongdou went to the bathroom, and he knew it even more when he looked through the window outside the kitchen. Xu Hongdou's steps into the kitchen were not at the same frequency as his steps now.
Sometimes, people actually don't know some of their true inner thoughts. But the subconscious movements of the body speak for themselves.
For example, the little heart that stops shooting, the little steps that speed up... Wang Yan certainly doesn't have the ability to make people fall in love at first sight. This is always the same thing he says to different women.
He is a player with a backward hairstyle, and he relies on his bottomless charm, which becomes more and more addictive the more he comes into contact with it.
Three days and two days are definitely not enough to explain anything, but it can bury something in my heart... Xu Hongdou didn't know what the man next to her was thinking. She tore off her chopsticks, looked at the food on the table, and asked: "Did you buy it from the restaurant the guy selling barbecue mentioned yesterday?"
"Yiwei Hotel is not far from Gesanghua Hotel."
"Hmm, it tastes good. It's delicious." Xu Hongdou was eating the sauced pork buns. She noticed that Damai, who was eating silently across from her, had not spoken since she came in and said hello. She said, "Damai, let me see your face. It’s not good, is it because you didn’t rest?”
"Ah? Yes. She stayed up late typing." Damai picked up the big bowl that could fit her pretty face, pulled it twice, got up, took the bowl and walked to the sink to rinse it.
The movement ended neatly. After putting down the bowls and chopsticks, she turned to Wang Yan and said, "Well, Wang Yan, you guys eat slowly, I'm going back to sleep." She waved her hands, nodded to Xu Hongdou, and went straight Leave.
Seeing Damai leaving, Xu Hongdou asked, "She doesn't seem to be very willing to talk to others?"
"Well, I'm a little introverted."
"Then why were you two chatting so happily just now?"
"Who do you think is not happy talking to me?" Xu Hongdou thought about it seriously. The two of them were basically not separated yesterday. All the people who came here, including herself, really interacted with Wang Yan. All had a good chat.
"Can't it be that the people in Yunmiao Village are so hospitable?" She wasn't being harsh, this was indeed a reason.
"It's possible. But the social skills I have developed during my seven years in the world must have contributed." Wang Yan nodded with a smile. After joking for a while, he said that Xu Hongdou may not know it, but deep down in her heart If you want to be clear,
"She didn't write it. What else do you think I can talk to her about? Of course, talk about writing and stuff like that."
"Do you still know this?"
"Why don't you know how to read it?" Xu Hongdou pouted: "Eat eight big bowls at noon and go to the ancient city in the afternoon. What are you doing in the morning?"
"Walking around the village?"
"Okay, I have nothing to do anyway. We didn't finish seeing this village yesterday." The day's itinerary was decided. Xu Hongdou suddenly sighed and looked at Wang Yan's outfit: "You wear sportswear. In the morning Going out to exercise?"
"Yes, the day's plan starts in the morning. Yesterday you said how could I have time to exercise? Then there is no time."
"You drank a lot yesterday. Seeing how casual you were, I thought you drank wherever you went on weekdays, so you wouldn't be able to get up in the morning."
"Okay, you are treating me like a drunkard." After joking around, the two of them had breakfast, cleaned up, washed and changed clothes, and dressed neatly. One of them had a camera around his neck, and Xu Hongdou also Taking her larger thermos cup, we left the windy courtyard together and wandered around the village together.
When they left, except for Nana who walked out in a daze, another Internet writer, a singer, and a meditating person were all fast asleep. They were all night owls.
Yunmiao Village is not big, but it is not small either. It is not comparable to the villages in the north with only a dozen households. It is also intertwined with various roads and byways. It is not easy to really visit the entire village.
But I'm not in a hurry, maybe it's not necessary. Because development needs to be concentrated and prioritized, the same applies to villages with dozens of households. This is a matter of planning input and output.
In Yunmiao Village, the most important place is of course the circle near the village committee. Four hotels are here, as well as several small factories and everything else. B&Bs are also here for convenience.
It is no exaggeration to say that the walls of the houses in this area are much whiter than those in the back. Xu Hongdou didn't walk fast, and Wang Yan was also an old man walking around. The main reason was that he had to take pictures along the way. The two of them couldn't walk very far, and they couldn't get out of the circle at all.
After coming out of the wood carving hall, Xu Hongdou glanced at the time and said, "It's already eleven o'clock. Let's go to Youfeng Restaurant to sit down and have a rest, and then go to Gesanghua Restaurant for dinner?"
"Okay, I'll listen to you..."
