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Chapter 60 Chapter 60

After waking up from a nap, she wrote another 4000 words. Lu Mengmeng felt that she was really amazing today.

The update is finally done.

It's nice to have a little extra manuscript left.

In the future, you can work hard to write [-] words a day, and work a little bit harder in everything.

She will definitely become the brightest cub on the Internet!
Lu Mengmeng dug out the snacks and made up for it a little bit. Code words are too mentally exhausting and exhausting.

As for dinner, just eat later.

Anyway, I can eat it.

Lu Mengmeng ate some snacks, there was food in her belly, and everything was fine.

But more people still drink water all the time, because their throats are dry and uncomfortable, and if they don't drink water, they will keep coughing.

For some reason, Lu Mengmeng still felt a little chest tight.

It was only when drinking water that she felt more comfortable, so Lu Mengmeng kept pouring water on herself.

Although she drank so much water, the inflammation in her throat seemed to be like a raging flood, drowning her in an instant.

Illness comes like a mountain down, sickness goes like a thread.

Moreover, this disease did not appear in a short period of time, it must have accumulated for a period of time before it appeared.

Ling Yingjun came to pick Lu Mengmeng up for dinner, and was very satisfied to see Lu Mengmeng kept drinking water.

"Is your voice better?" Ling Yingjun asked.

Lu Mengmeng just shook her head and didn't speak, her voice could be saved as much as possible.

"Isn't it good to drink plain water all the time? How about making some drinks that are good for your throat?" Ling Yingjun asked.

Lu Mengmeng shook her head, "White water is fine."

Other things always have a taste, and it will be uncomfortable in the mouth.

Ling Yingjun shrugged. Since Lu Mengmeng didn't like it, he naturally wouldn't bring it up again.

"Let's go, let's go to dinner. After dinner, it's time for us to listen to cross talk." Ling Yingjun smiled.

Lu Mengmeng's spirit suddenly became stronger after a day of sluggishness, "Okay!"

The dinner was still very light, and Lu Mengmeng ate comfortably, but she didn't dare to eat too much for fear of stomach pain.

Mother Ling told them before they left the house: "Take care of Mengmeng and let her drink plenty of water."

Drink more water.

This is what Lu Mengmeng heard the most these two days.

But she also knows in her heart that if her condition is to be greatly relieved now, she still needs to drink a lot of water.

After bidding farewell to Mama Ling, the two walked towards the Quyi Club hand in hand.

Digestion after eating, the distance is not very far, a walk can be regarded as exercise.

Lu Mengmeng didn't reject Ling Yingjun's proposal, anyway, it was still early, so getting there so early would be a wait, so it's better to take a stroll slowly and see the night view.

The night view is picturesque.

Lu Mengmeng doesn't know how to draw, otherwise it would be a scene if she painted them.

The two held hands and strolled along the sidewalks of the streets and alleys. Many people saw it and sighed: Show affection.

Although Xiu Enai died quickly, but the two had been friends for many years and just fell in love, even if they heard those gossips, they would not take them seriously.

Whether it's Lu Mengmeng or Ling Yingjun, they both have one thing in common, that is, they are very casual.

No matter what other people say about themselves, they just laugh it off, because some things really don't need to be bothered with others.

As the old saying goes, if you are serious, you lose.

The two have a good attitude and can understand each other when they are together. Even if they get married and live in the future, they will definitely be happy.

Facing the setting sun, the two walked for about 20 minutes and finally came to Hongshun Quyi Club.

The place is still the same as it was before, without any changes. The people queuing up at the door to collect and buy tickets are quiet and there is no noise at all.

Speaking of ticket sales, the Hongshun Quyi Club has the same effect as the Deyun Club, that is, the tickets sold will never be refunded.

It is said that the refund gate of Deyun Club is in Afghanistan, and the refund gate of Hongshun Quyi Club is in Canada.

How big is Afghanistan?Even if you go, you can find it.

Canada is a big place. If I don’t tell you the exact location, you won’t be able to find it even if you look for it.

Lu Mengmeng didn't pay attention at first, but they knew about it when they talked about cross talk and smashed it.

It's really like a deep sea when you enter the cross talk, and the wallet is a passerby from then on.

Today's Hongshun Quyi Club is full of holes and valleys, the whole venue is already full, it is really lively.

"There are so many people here." Ling Yingjun sighed.

Lu Mengmeng smiled triumphantly, "Naturally! It's hot here!"

Those who knew knew that Lu Mengmeng was a regular customer, but those who didn't knew that she thought she was a family member of the comedian here.

That little feeling of pride is too exaggerated.

It's as if they are talking about who and who is very popular in their own family.

Lu Mengmeng pinched her fingers and counted the famous actors in this folk art club one by one.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, they are neither famous nor very popular, but in Lu Mengmeng's eyes, they are the characters.

Some people love Zhang San, some people love Li Si, who has different views and aesthetics.

If you insist on being serious, there is no way to clarify this matter.

Lu Mengmeng and Ling Yingjun sat for a while, then served two cups of chrysanthemum tea.

Today they are in a good position, in the first row, on the side closer to the toilet.

If you want to get a good location, you need to call in advance to make a reservation, and then buy a ticket at the door when the time comes.

Very convenient.

"This gaiwan feels really good to use." Although Ling Yingjun came here for the first time, he was still very emotional.

Things like gaiwan, as well as the scene in the whole garden, made him feel like he had traveled back to the Qing Dynasty.

"Drinking tea with a tureen is really different. I feel like an empress in the palace." Lu Mengmeng smiled innocently.

Ling Yingjun smirked, picked up the tureen and handed it over, pinched his throat and said, "Yo, Mengfei, please have some tea."

"Well, handsome young man, let's go to bed tonight!" Lu Mengmeng smiled tremblingly, and took the tureen from Ling Yingjun's hand.

Although there were people around, the voices of the two of them were not loud, and their chatting and laughing did not attract the attention of those around them.

Even if it is heard, it is estimated that it will only be called a showman, and nothing else.

The two chatted and laughed for a while, and then heard the sound of a bell ringing in the garden, which meant that there were still 5 minutes before the opening.

"What programs are there today? Are they all about cross talk?" Ling Yingjun asked.

Lu Mengmeng nodded, "That's right, today is a cross talk conference, so naturally all of them are cross talks. There are six programs in total, about two hours or so."

As expected, he is indeed a regular customer, and he knows a lot about some things about Hongshun Quyi Club.

"Then I see in their introduction, there seems to be some drum magic and acrobatics?" Ling Yingjun waved his phone and said.

Lu Mengmeng snorted, "These don't happen very often, and there are the most cross talks. There is also a Peking Opera theater every Monday afternoon. Some of these cross talk actors can do magic tricks. I'll find a video to show you later."

Ling Yingjun nodded. In fact, in this garden, listening to cross talk is very good. If it is on the stage, it is indeed a bit weird to throw knives and guns, take big sticks and so on.

　This week has been sick, gastritis - pharyngitis - tracheitis - cold - gastritis, really tormenting people crazy, these chapters are not satisfactory, and the state is not good.Fortunately, it is basically healed now.

　　
　
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