afternoon.
Brother Chicken came to visit with his sister and her husband.
"Sister Yanling, long time no see. We only have lemonade at home, do you mind? One with honey."
Chen Jingle greeted the three of them to sit down.
He is relatively familiar with Chen Yanling.
When I was a child, I went to their house to watch cartoons on Star Channel, and a group of children often fought over the remote control.
In the blink of an eye, the little girl back then has now been married for seven or eight years, and her children are all grown up.
And her husband seems to be an honest and simple man.
"Yeah, it's been a long time since I last saw you. I heard from Zhenji that it's thanks to you this time."
Chen Yanling was cautious but grateful.
"Let's not talk about my relationship with Brother Ji. Even ordinary villagers, who are sensible and reasonable, will not stand idly by when seeing such a thing." Chen Jingle smiled.
The rest of the conversation was mostly business-like.
After chatting for a while, the three of them stood up and prepared to leave. When leaving, Chen Yanling took out a thick red envelope and stuffed it over, worth about ten thousand yuan.
Chen Jingle didn't want it.
First, Chen Yanling didn't marry well, and her husband's family was from the countryside, and they were all ordinary migrant workers. It was estimated that the money would have to be saved for a year and a half.
Second, if he really wanted to make money with his special abilities, wouldn't it be better to trick rich people? Rich people are very afraid of death. They have so much money that they can spend dozens or even millions at a time.
Seeing that Chen Jingle refused to accept the offer, Chen Yanling and his wife had no choice but to thank him profusely.
Brother Ji said seriously: "If you need my help in the future, just ask and never hesitate. In addition, I will pay more attention to what you said before."
He decided to leave the game account to the hired studio employees and concentrate on collecting the information Chen Jingle needed.
Earning less is not a problem, the key is to do the things Chen Jingle entrusts well!
Which one is light and which one is heavy, he can tell clearly.
Chen Jingle nodded: "Okay, I'll trouble you then."
"You're welcome!"
Brother Ji grinned: "So, are you free for supper tonight? I know you don't want to go out, so I'll come back at the hour to order some barbecue and beer. I'll call Brother Chun and let the three of us drink some together?"
"Can."
"Then it's settled, wait for my call tonight!"
After watching the black Yuhuang Emperor disappear, Chen Jinngle closed the door and prepared for a lunch break.
Another thing has been resolved.
…
…
My name is Chen Chunming, 27 years old.
She lives in Qiantian Village, Xinfeng Town, Orange County, and is a solo author. In order to catch my meal, I have to type until two in the morning before I can rest. I don’t smoke, and I only stop drinking. I’m used to going to bed at six in the morning and waking up at two in the afternoon, and sleep a full eight hours every day. Before going to bed, I like to watch short videos of beautiful women, not for anything else but for my physical and mental pleasure. Put down your phone and fall asleep quickly. When the king of hell saw me, he said that I was in good health.
When Chen Chunming received the message from Brother Ji, he was staring at the Word document that had been open for half an hour.
Didn’t you just code the words yesterday? Why do you need to code them today?
angry!
"Brother Chun, don't be too full for dinner. There will be a barbecue at Brother Le's house at eight o'clock. Remember to ask for leave from your readers in advance."
Chen Chunming replied: "Received."
In fact, what I was thinking was: "Please give me a hammer. If labor and management want to write, they can write. If they don't want to write, they can't."
Well, speaking on the street is tough.
…
Eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Jingle's house.
The solar lights in the yard are not very bright, but they are enough.
Brother Ji moved a whole box out of the trunk, all packed with barbecue.
Grilled oysters, grilled chicken wings, grilled lamb kebabs, grilled eggplant, grilled leeks...you name it.
Chen Chunming also arrived and helped carry over a box of Cordon Bleu pure students.
The three people are similar in age and each has his or her own characteristics.
Chen Zhenji, who is half a year old, is a bit fat and a bit short. He has a simple and honest face but also a bit shrewd. He probably looks a bit old-fashioned because he has been in society for many years.
Chen Jingle, who was born half a year later and whose birthday is in February of the following year, is the tallest, almost 1.8 meters tall, and has the tallest appearance among the three. He is slender, handsome and handsome.
Chen Chunming, whose birthday is at the end of the year, is relatively average. He is shorter than Chen Jingle, and is thinner and darker. He is the kind of person who will not be glanced at in a crowd and will know at first glance that he is not suitable.
The three of them have been going to the mountains to pick fruits and dig out bird's nests together since childhood, and they have been going down to the river to catch fish and touch clams.
It’s been more than 20 years in the blink of an eye.
Time flies so fast.
…
"The boss is bleeding heavily tonight."
Chen Chunming was surprised when he looked at the boxes of barbecues laid out.
Brother Ji waved his hand: "It's a small thing, just be happy!"
Chen Chunming chuckled: "It's a rare opportunity to improve the food, so I won't be polite."
He has also heard about Brother Ji's nephew. Although he doesn't know if it has anything to do with Chen Jingle, it should be a good thing if it does.
"By the way, the rumors about your nephew are quite mysterious. Is it true?"
"Really, it's even more mysterious than the rumors."
Needless to say, the friendship between the three of them is not a big talk.
Brother Ji pulled out the photo on his phone and showed it to him: "Here, the edema is so terrifying. I just walked into the Jingzhu Temple with my child in my arms, and the edema immediately shrank to below the child's ankles. Can you believe it? Wait until you finish drinking... With that bowl of water, the last problem disappeared, which can only be described as a miracle.”
He paused mid-sentence and glanced at Chen Jingle. Seeing that he had no reaction, he was secretly relieved.
In the darkness, Chen Chunming was busy eating chicken wings and didn't notice the look in Brother Chicken's eyes. After hearing this, he was very surprised: "According to this, I'm sure the spiritual energy has really revived. I don't know if there will be an official organization for all people to practice cultivation, okay? Let us ordinary people also benefit from it.”
Why not say that the thinking in writing novels is indeed unconstrained.
This is indeed a new way to change the current destiny of ordinary people and break the shackles of class.
The premise is that it really comes true.
But don’t think about adventures or anything like that. Do you really think everyone is the protagonist in a novel?
Wake up, most people just come to this world to make up for their losses!
…
Chen Jinngle feels that it is really possible for all the people to practice this.
Maybe not in the early stage, but in the later stage, when all the weird things come back to life, the legendary special department alone will definitely be too busy. There are not so many strange people and strange things among the people, so it is better to relax the restrictions on cultivation. By then, science and cultivation may go hand in hand. .
Thinking that students would take several more exam subjects in the future, Chen Jinngle actually felt a little gloating in his heart.
Brother Ji put down the sign, picked up the wine bottle and touched it with three people, blowing half of the bottle first: "I don't have any ideas, as long as everything is safe, anyway, there is no chance to make a big fortune in this life, so why not save a little money and go to the bathroom occasionally?" Relax your feet. When you get tired of it, find a suitable woman to marry."
These words aroused the contempt of Chen Jingle and Chen Chunming.
What a scumbag talking!
However, this guy was thick-skinned and didn't care. Instead, he said proudly: "You are the only ones who are noble and amazing. Aren't you going to become a great magician and you can't even find a girlfriend?"
Chen Chunming wanted to refute, but he was short-tongued and chose to remain silent in the end.
Huh, I won’t use money to support technicians anyway!
Brother Ji blew away the remaining half of the bottle, burped, and sighed: "Brother Chun, you have to remember this sentence, men's money is for women to see, not for women to spend, understand. ?The difference in thinking between men and women is that men often think that I am good to you because you feel that I am good to you, and at the same time I hope you will be good to me. And women... I can’t say everything, that would be too absolute, at least most women, They will only think that if you treat me well, it means that I am great, awesome and worthy, and you should treat me well."
"So, you must first learn to identify and screen out those women who have bad brains and are confused by the poisonous chicken soup on the Internet. Or simply, learn from me, foot washing and massage are great, spend money to buy services, save trouble and feel comfortable, a Four or five months a month, how much does it cost in total? You don’t have to worry about the betrothal gift, house or car.”
Chen Jingle couldn't listen anymore and waved his hand to interrupt: "Don't listen to his boasts. There is no need to imitate others. Just write honestly and become a master first."
Chen Chunming took a sip of beer and sighed: "Writing a book? That's nonsense. Writing a novel is a dead end!"
Brother Ji laughed loudly: "I heard you say this no less than ten times, but in the end you still didn't write it honestly?"
Chen Chunming replied: "Every time you go to wash your feet, you still say it's the last time!"
Two sand sculptures.
…
After eating and drinking, we simply packed up and went back to our homes.
Brother Ji's Yuhuang Dadi will be left with Chen Jingle first, and he will drive away tomorrow.
Chen Jingle closed the door, washed his face to wake up, then went to the roof to blow in the air to dissipate the smell of alcohol, and prepared to take a bath and go to bed.
However, at this moment, Brother Chicken called.
"There was a car accident at the intersection of Cheng'an Avenue near the entrance of Jianshan Expressway."
