Early the next morning, Lin Feng got up and drove to the Automobile City in Shacheng to look at cars. In fact, he had already spotted Volvo's XC90 online last night. He came today just to test drive it. If there is no problem, he would order it. .
For rich people, buying a car is similar to buying shoes. Others don’t even think much about buying shoes. It’s very satisfying to buy a pair of shoes worth 70 or 80 yuan with 2,000 yuan in your pocket, but Lin Feng still has two more. With a deposit of more than 10 million, it is also very satisfying to buy a car worth 700 to 800 million. After a test drive, I felt it was very good, so I just swiped my credit card to buy it, and then handed it over to the 4S point to go through the formalities. He himself drove a Hongqi H9 Went back.
When he went back, Lin Feng went to his lounge bar and walked around. There were quite a lot of people in the morning. Most of them were reading books and some were typing on the keyboard. They seemed to be writers. Anyway, the atmosphere of the entire lounge bar was better than that of the library. The learning atmosphere is even stronger. After all, there are few people here, and you have to pay to sit here. Of course, everyone comes because they like the environment here, so no one will make any noise.
"Liu Ying, please hold on for two days. I'm looking for someone. Someone will come to accompany you soon." Lin Feng said to Zhu Lin's cousin.
"Oh, I understand, brother-in-law."
After Lin Feng said a few more words, he went to the supermarket to buy some food reserves and then went home to stay at home. After returning home, Lin Feng called all his sisters. There was actually a cousin who was willing to come. His name was Jiang Ying, who had just graduated from university, was working as an accountant in a construction company. Young people found the work too boring, so she was looking for a new job. Lin Feng offered her a salary of 4,000 yuan, and she immediately agreed. It was better than her salary as an accountant. It's still a thousand more. After all, she is just a novice. In a small county like Shacheng, her salary is more than 3,000.
After solving the problem of employees, Lin Feng has nothing to do. He can code words every day, but it only lasts for an hour or two. Most of the rest of the time, he has nothing to do, either playing games or watching movies. .
"Hey, wife, do you think I should do something besides writing?"
"what you up to?"
"I just don't know, that's why I'm asking you."
"I seem to have heard a saying that says, 'When you don't know what you should do, read a book and learn.'"
"Well, that's right. Reading is something you should insist on. I've almost finished writing this little essay. I should read more books and write something in-depth. Maybe I can win the Nobel Prize for Literature. , that’s when I became famous.”
"I advise you to be more pragmatic. First, finish writing your novice novels, and then write a few books with realistic themes to hone your writing skills, or start a new sect, like the ghost blowing the lamp before. Tomb robbing style, spiritual energy recovery style, rebirth style, mortal style, etc., you can also create your own style." Zhu Lin talked eloquently.
"Hey, that's good. Wife, you actually know so many genres now. Have you read a lot during this time?"
"Well, I have nothing to do when I stay at home, so I can only watch to kill time. The romantic scenes and palace fighting scenes on female videos are really annoying to watch, so I just watch some rankings on male videos. The ones on the list, let alone the ones you wrote are pretty good, they are much better than the ones you wrote, so you need to study more."
"As you command, my dear wife, I will study humbly, create my own literary school, and strive to write the fifth greatest masterpiece, so that my name will be passed down through the ages, be famous throughout the ages, and..."
"Okay, you are bragging again. Go read a book quickly. Take out the Bluetooth speaker and play some soft music. The soothing music will help the baby grow better. I feel much better in the past two days. It should be I listened to Chopin's music a few days ago, so I think we should listen more to these elegant things. Although I don't understand it well, there should be gains after listening more." Zhu Lin said with some uncertainty.
Lin Feng didn't refute. Of course, he couldn't jump out and say that it was the effect of the Marrow Cleansing Pill, so he could only find a Bluetooth speaker and put it in the yard and start playing some light music. He also picked up a collection of Lu Xun's works and wanted to read it. Let’s look at what Mr. Lu Xun said and open the first page. The first article is a madman’s diary.
"A certain gentleman, Kunzhong, whose name is withheld now, is still a good friend in middle school..."
Although this semi-vernacular article seems a bit strenuous for someone like Lin Feng who is used to reading novices, Lin Feng is actually looking forward to it. After all, he once studied "Sanwei Bookhouse" and "Run Tu" when he was a child. I still remember them all deeply, and I quite like them.
The two of them just sat in the yard and read the book. They ate something and took a nap at noon, and then resumed reading in the afternoon. The day passed like this, and both of them were immersed in another world written by the author. Here, I completely forgot the passage of time. Perhaps this is the charm of literary works.
After two days like this, Lin Feng and the others had to read in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, because the weather had become colder. The wind outside made people shiver when they blew on them, and the leaves on the trees also It has almost fallen, it is already late autumn, sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window watching the golden leaves falling, while I am sitting at home reading a book, not to mention how much I enjoy it.
"Husband, do you think we should get a wood-burning stove? If at night, we gather around the stove and the lights are dimmed, we sit like this, with snow falling outside, and you take the teapot off the stove, Pour me a cup of hot tea, we look at each other, smile, blow on the hot tea, and then take a slow sip, with a happy expression on our face. Is this the day described in the text when we were in school? .”
"Well, which text describes it?" Lin Feng asked.
"I forgot about it, but there is such a scene that has always been in my mind, maybe it was an article abroad, because they were surrounding a fireplace, hehe."
"Well, there should be such an article, or maybe more than one. I have also imagined such a scene, but it should be when we get old, we cuddle up in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, two lounge chairs next to each other, with our legs He was still covered with a blanket, his hair was gray, and he was telling some past events from his youth." Lin Feng's eyes were empty, as if he was caught in some kind of scene.
"Ah, have we really been living in seclusion for too long? We all have the mentality of the elderly. Before we grow old, our hearts grow old first."
"It's possible, let me tell you, we should go out to play. When the children are a little older, we should go out and see the outside world while we are young. Otherwise, when we are old and sit in front of this floor-to-ceiling window, we won't know what to remember. There is something, there is no material to talk about, we have to seize the time to get more material, so that we can have something to talk about in our old age."
"Okay, that's it. I'm going to check out some interesting places on the Internet now." Zhu Lin took out her phone and started searching for some domestic and foreign tourist attractions.
Lin Feng suddenly thought of his own system. He is a systematic person and should live much longer than others. What will his wife do then? It seems that they have to do more tasks, or give their wives some exercises suitable for women to practice in some fairy world, so that they will probably have endless topics to talk about in their old age, or they will always be young and don't have to worry about their old age at all. What to talk about.
