The god of pure love is a mermaid

After the author conference ended, Song Yu felt that Yun Chen didn't remember what happened in the safe passage that day, and he was happy to see it succeed. If Yun Chen knew that the two of them were under the same roof, it would be embarrassing if they looked up and saw each other.

Fortunately, Yun Chen flew to Victoria for a business trip the next day, and before leaving, he bought a lot of dried fish shreds for Song Yu without adding preservatives, and used them as snacks for Song Yu.

Song Xun coded while eating snacks, and his efficiency was very high.

Song Xun finished coding the last chapter of "My Boyfriend is the President", and after typing "full text" at the end of the document, he put the last chapter in the manuscript box and set the publication time.

Although the code has been finished, the novel is only halfway through serialization now.

Song Yu sent a message to Xixi: Xixi, I'm done, the outline and character design of the next article, I'll show you in two days.

Xixi: So fast!

Song Xun was a little excited: Yes, I have already thought about it, it is still the theme of the president, and keep the same style of painting.

Xixi sent a blown kiss emoji: I love you, you can rest for a few days before conceiving a new article.

Song Xun was planning to go downstairs to get food, when Xixi sent another message: The new apartment has been furnished, let's move in the day after tomorrow.

Song Yu:?Is it my new apartment?

Xixi immediately withdrew the above message and explained: I sent it by mistake, hehe, please ignore me.

Song Yu asked: I want to ask, when will my new apartment be my turn?

Xixi: What's wrong?Yun Chen neglected you?

One sentence was deleted by Song Yu, and only a few words remained at the end: No, Yun Chen is very kind to me.

Xixi: Don't worry, I'm already going through the process. There are a lot of high-V authors who have signed contracts recently. If Yun Chen disturbs your creation, just tell me and I will communicate with Yun Chen.That's it, I'm busy first~

Song Yu looked at the dialog box with mixed feelings, it was actually not Yun Chen who bothered him, Yun Chen went back and forth between Victoria and Ibaraki City every three days, and was away for half a month a month, so it was unrealistic to say that he was disturbing.

The message notification sounded again, and Song Wei thought it was Xixi who was looking for him again, so he hurriedly clicked on it, and it turned out that it was sent by his local fan, Tianshangyun.

Clouds in the sky: [Image] The sky in Victoria.

Tianshangyun chats with Song Yu almost every day, sometimes it’s just a simple greeting, or saying that the weather is good today, or sending a photo to Song Yu to see.This kind of measure is very good, and it will not cause trouble to Song Yu, so the two have always kept in touch.

Gradually, Song Hui learned a lot of information about Tianshangyun, and combined the scattered information, Song Hui knew that Tianshangyun was a genuine president, so those overlord tickets were nothing to Tianshangyun.

Song Xun opened the original picture sent by the clouds in the sky, and there was no cloud on the blue sky, which was very pure, bluer than the one in Ibaraki City, just like the reflection of the sea.

Song Hui replied: So you are from Victoria.

Tianshangyun: I just happened to be here on a business trip.

Song Yan put down his phone and ran downstairs to get some food. When he came up with a plate of cold shrimps, Tianshangyun had already gone offline.

Out of politeness, Song Yu replied: I went to get food just now, but I didn't reply in time.It turns out that you are also on a business trip. I have a friend who is also on a business trip.

After posting this sentence, he added another sentence: By the way, I finished writing "My Boyfriend is the CEO", do you want to read the ending first?

The overlord tickets that Tianshangyun threw at him were enough to read more than 100 V novels. Song Yu wanted to thank Tianshangyun, but he couldn't find a chance, so he had to give Tianshangyun to read the latest chapters in advance for free in return.

Every time Tianshangyun reads his novels, he will give some opinions and suggestions. Song Yu is very helpful, and he is more and more convinced that Tianshangyun is a senior reader of pure love.

Du Yuan led four strong men to ring the doorbell of the villa.

Song Yu opened the door.

Du Yuan immediately said: "Mr. Song, Mr. Yun entrusted us to help you paint the walls. I have too much business recently, so I am sorry for not being able to solve your problem in time."

Song Yu seemed to see a savior, "It's okay, it's okay, as long as you can help me fix the air conditioner, I can understand."

Du Yuan and the others carried tools and materials into the villa.

Song Yu hid back in the second bedroom, and let Du Yuan and the others play tricks without worry.

The cloud in the sky sent another message: Okay, let me ask first, is there a car in the ending?

Song Xun was choked by squid silk, and some readers in the comment area asked if they would drive, some of them were more direct than Tianshangyun, Song Xun didn't think it was a big deal.But knowing that Tianshangyun is a man who is about the same age as himself, and the car where the two men discuss novels, across the screen, Song Yu can become ashamed as a mimosa.

Song Yu: I don’t have a car, so I only write Qingshuiwen, haha, otherwise, what would it be called pure love.

Tianshangyun: May I ask, is it because you have never experienced it, so you don’t know how to drive?

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

Du Yuan heard Song Yan's coughing at the door, thought something was wrong, knocked on the door hastily, and asked, "Mr. Song, are you okay? Do you need to call a doctor?"

Song Yan's voice came: "No, no, I'm fine."

Du Yuan turned his head to watch the workers drilling holes for the wall, and reminded loudly: "Be careful, don't break it."

Song Yu hesitated for a while before replying: Regardless of whether I have experienced it or not, I only write Qingshuiwen, haha

After finishing speaking, he grabbed a handful of dried pufferfish and stuffed it in his mouth to suppress his shock.

What is it like to be told by a man that you have never driven a car?

Song Yu wants to cry but has no tears. Is it amazing to drive a car?Isn't it just writing about driving?Hasn't eaten pork, hasn't he seen a pig run?

Anyway, he has also watched many classic gay movies, classic Japanese pure love anime, high-definition and uncensored movies, and describing driving in words is amazing!

Song Yan rolled up his sleeves and created a new document with a dignified and serious expression.

He wants to show Yun Tiantian that he can drive too!And it's still an old driver!

"On the snow-white sheets, the atmosphere in the room is hot, and even the air is dyed with a trace of heat..."

I can't write QAQ.

Song Xun deleted this line of words, trying to build a picture in his mind.

Necessary elements for driving: a room, a big bed, attacking and receiving, it is best to take off your clothes while exercising, so as to have a sense of picture, you must proceed step by step, the foreplay must be sufficient, it must be provocative enough, there must be BGM, The classic must-have actions are kisses, strawberry planting, and Longyang 48 style, it is best to do it again, from the bed to the floor to the window to the bathroom and then to the bed, so that the plot is sufficient, of course it is too much for all action scenes It's low, the picture should be more beautiful, the love words should be more lingering, and the modifiers should be more subtle, so as to create a picture that still holds the pipa and half hides the face!Finally, at the climax, there is an affectionate "I love you", perfect!

Song Xun summed up the gay movies and animations he had watched, and basically included all the above elements. The car described in this way must be fragrant and hot, making people want to stop. At the same time, with literary decoration, it will not be for meat. , but a literary work.

"That's right, what I wrote is not a car, but a literary work." Song Xun spent 10 minutes in self-hypnosis, and finally the hypnosis succeeded. He put his fingers on the keyboard and began to type:

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a starry night scene.

The bright moonlight shone in through the glass, covering the floor with an invisible veil.

A slender hand...

Song Xun couldn't write anymore, he had no way to start, and he didn't know where to start first, the offense and suffering in the film and television works are all quickly driven...

Clouds in the sky: An author who can't drive is not a good author.

Song Yu: ... You have read so many pure love novels, so are you good at driving?

Song Yan wouldn't say that he drove secretly, but ended up failing without even starting the car.

Tianshangyun didn't reply for a long time, Song Yu thought that this sentence had successfully deterred the other party, so he couldn't help being complacent, and at least he got the game back, hehe.

The commotion in the next door was even bigger, so Song Yu had no choice but to check the situation.

It was amazing to see, his room was full of smoke and dust, and he had no idea what was going on inside.

"Master, master, why is there so much dust?" Song Yan was wearing sunglasses and a mask, so he wasn't worried about inhaling too much dust.

Du Yuan stretched out his head, his face covered with ashes: "Ah, Mr. Song, just wait a moment, it will be fine soon."

"Boom—" A loud noise made Du Yuan run out in fright, and shouted, "What happened? I told you to be more careful."

Song Huan quickly ran back to Yun Chen's room, only to see a big hole was poked out in the wall of Yun Chen's room...

Du Yuan looked at Song Hui with a look of despair, and stretched out his head to Song Hui: "Mr. Song, no matter how much you scold us, we have no complaints. We will not charge any wages, and this wall will definitely be repaired for you."

Several other workers imitated Du Yuan and stretched their necks. They were wearing hard hats and looked disheartened. It was a joy to make this movement.

Song Chuan bent down, laughing until his stomach hurts.

"Okay, okay, I get it, you guys tell Yun Chen." Song Yan has lost his temper completely, the air conditioner is being repaired intermittently, even if he is a fool, he can see that Yun Chen wants him to sleep again Lying down, sleeping on a water bed, as for why, Song Yu couldn't figure it out...

Du Yuan wailed a lot of apologetic words in front of Song Yan, showing full guilt, which made Song Yan's ears callused.

"The villa is not mine, I just borrow it, so you should tell Yun Chen these words."

After finally sending Du Yuan and his party away, Song Yu looked at the mess on the ground, and regretted why he didn't let Du Yuan and the others tidy up before leaving...

As soon as Du Yuan left the villa, he immediately reported the progress to Yunchen: "Mr. Yun, I knocked down the wall between your room and Song Yu's room, and now you don't even have a bed to sleep in."

Yun Chen: ...

"Of course, of course, the second bedroom is still intact, but the bed is a bit small, and I feel sorry for you and Song Yu."

Du Yuan finally said something human.

Yun Chen verbally praised a few words, and decided to add chicken legs to Du Yuan.

Song Yu received a call from Yun Chen: "I have already blamed the maintenance workers, you wait for me first, I will go home later to deal with it."

"Ah, it's all right, my second bedroom is all right, if you come back, there might be no place to sleep." Song Yu was so anxious that he still wanted to hire someone to clean it. If Yun Chen came back today, someone would have to sleep on the sofa.

Yun Chen said: "It's okay, I can squeeze with you."

At this time, a message was sent from the clouds in the sky: You can imagine a wooden stick slowly going deep into the spring, stirring the spring water, and arousing the sound of water. , the spring water overflowed and wet the surrounding soil...

Song Yu: ...

Cloud in the sky: Sometimes, driving doesn’t have to be direct, but the effect of metaphor is better.

Song Yan's mind is full of images of the stick stirring the spring water, Aoao can no longer look directly at the spring and the stick.