Grandma, I want to talk to you about life

After more than a year of writing, Wang Xiaoming's Xinkeng finally came to an end.

Thinking that this 200 million-word long novel would be finished soon, Wang Xiaoming heaved a long sigh of relief, feeling as relaxed as if someone had opened up Ren Du's second channel!

After typing the last word of the last chapter of the novel, Wang Xiaoming couldn't wait to send out the ten chapters that he wrote all night, totaling more than 3 words, and then solemnly announced the serialization status of the article. Changed to Completed.

Seeing that the three big characters had been completed, Wang Xiaoming smiled as if he was relieved, and then directly pressed the shutdown button of the computer, fell headfirst on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell into a coma.

In order to finish it, he has not closed his eyes for almost two days. He finally got the inspiration. He was afraid that the inspiration would go offline as soon as he closed his eyes. write on keyboard.

Wang Xiaoming slept very deeply this time, and when he woke up again, he was awakened by Yu Fengjing's kiss.

Wang Xiaoming was half asleep and half awake, and felt something warm licking the corner of his mouth. At first, it was a gentle kiss, but then the soft thing got into his mouth recklessly, curling him up. His tongue was entangled fiercely, so intense that Wang Xiaoming was about to suffocate. When Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes in a daze, he saw Yu Fengjing's magnified face. Dazedly, he felt that Yu Fengjing seemed to be snatching oxygen from his mouth, causing his brain to lack oxygen for a while, almost suffocating.

With great difficulty, Wang Xiaoming pushed Yu Fengjing away, and was wrapped in Yu Fengjing's embrace with the quilt. Wang Xiaoming's face was forced to stick to Yu Fengjing's chest, and he felt the temperature of the cold air outside on Yu Fengjing's coat. Humming and chirping, he said, "Are you back?"

"Well," Yu Fengjing said in a hoarse voice, he held Wang Xiaoming in his arms, "I haven't seen you for over a week, do you miss me?"

Because the studio has been a bit busy recently, Yu Fengjing has been traveling between school and the studio for more than a week, sleeping in the studio at night, and almost never going home, so the two of them haven't seen each other for more than a week face.

Wang Xiaoming buried his face in Yu Fengjing's chest, and snorted sullenly: "Guess."

"I guess you must miss me." Yu Fengjing lowered his head and chuckled. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Wang Xiaoming into his arms. Wang Xiaoming was wrapped in the quilt like a spring roll. His face was flushed from the heat from sleeping. Couldn't help lowering his head, and bit Wang Xiaoming's cheek.

"...You guess again." Wang Xiaoming silently wiped the saliva from Yu Fengjing's chest... It was the mark left by Yu Fengjing's long kiss just now.

"I guess you must miss me very much." Yu Fengjing smiled lowly. He stretched out his slender and fair index finger and wiped Wang Xiaoming's dark and blue eyelids. ?”

"Hmph, don't be so prettier, who would have thought you wouldn't be able to sleep," Wang Xiaoming sneered at Yu Fengjing's words, "I've been staying up late for the past two days to finish it...I wrote more than 3 words last night with the lights on! It's finally finished! I am now tens of catties lighter!"

"Staying up late to catch up with the end?" Yu Fengjing raised his eyebrows.

"...I was wrong," Wang Xiaoming lowered his head silently, but quickly raised his head again, "But inspiration has come, and I can't stop it!"

"Sleep well if you can't stop it," Yu Fengjing patted Wang Xiaoming's butt through the quilt, "From now on, if you don't obey and sleep well, spank your butt."

"Slap your sister's ass!" Wang Xiaoming blushed, "I'm older than you! You can't spank my ass!"

"Who said I can't spank your butt if you're older than me?" Yu Fengjing smiled slightly, "You're older than me, why don't you still be crushed by me..."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

He looked at Yu Fengjing aggrievedly, turned his head away, wrapped himself from head to tail, and squatted at the foot of the bed to count the mushrooms.

Yu Fengjing looked at Wang Xiaoming's aggrieved appearance and smiled slightly, then stretched out his hand and rubbed Wang Xiaoming and the quilt into his arms, and then fell down on the bed with Wang Xiaoming.

"What are you doing!" Wang Xiaoming struggled.

"...You." With a light smile, Yu Fengjing put his hand under Wang Xiaoming's Doraemon, caressed Wang Xiaoming's warm skin with his slightly cool hands, and made Wang Xiaoming scream twice.

"Your hands are so cold! Take it out! QAQ"

"You're so hot, let me warm my hands..."

"We haven't seen each other for more than a week! Do you just want to do this kind of thing when you meet?!"

"I can't help it, the desire is coming, and I can't stop it..."

Then Wang Xiaoming was gnawed over and over again by Yu Fengjing from the beginning to the end, gnawed cleanly, and there was no residue left.

The next day, Wang Xiaoming climbed up with his sore waist, climbed to the computer desk firmly, and turned on the computer to read the messages.

When Yu Fengjing walked into the room with his breakfast, he saw Wang Xiaoming laying on the bed with his ass pouted, looking at the screen of the notebook seriously.

"Let's play computer together." Yu Fengjing put the breakfast on the table, climbed onto the bed and picked up Wang Xiaoming, "You might as well spend the rest of your life with the computer."

Hearing Yu Fengjing's tone, Wang Xiaoming seemed a little cold, and knew that Yu Fengjing was probably still angry that he stayed up all night to finish things, so he obediently leaned his face towards Yu Fengjing, "Because it's over, I want to read their comments, you know My last article was unfinished, and I was very afraid of bad reviews."

Yu Fengjing's expression turned warm after being rubbed by Wang Xiaoming, but he still lifted Wang Xiaoming up from the bed, carried him to the computer desk, and asked him to sit down and eat breakfast.

Wang Xiaoming took a bite of the freshly baked custard bun, and asked Yu Fengjing vaguely: "By the way, I just saw someone asking me about the game adaptation of this novel... how long will the game take?"

While lowering his head, Yu Fengjing inserted a straw of soy milk into Wang Xiaoming, while answering him: "We are going to make an online game, and plan to make it in about two to three years."

"...so long?" Wang Xiaoming was startled with a custard bag in his mouth, and almost choked, "I thought it would only be about a few months and half a year..."

"More than that," Yu Fengjing took a sip of soy milk calmly, and continued, "We still need to keep testing, and the internal testing will probably take one to two years."

"It won't be long before we see it," Wang Xiaoming looked disappointed, "I still want to play a game and watch a live show..."

"Okay." Yu Fengjing looked at Wang Xiaoming's disappointed expression and laughed, "Even if the game production cycle is relatively long, it will be made one day."

"Well," Wang Xiaoming silently stuffed the remaining custard buns into his cheeks, and his cheeks suddenly swelled up like a little squirrel storing food. He said vaguely, "Then I will wait... ..."

Yu Fengjing couldn't help poking Wang Xiaoming's cheek with his hand, and said with a light smile, "Well, I'll wait with you."

Hearing Yu Fengjing's words, Wang Xiaoming's disappointment disappeared instantly. He originally thought that the game would come out soon, and he promised the fans that he would go to play and broadcast live with Yu Fengjing, so after hearing that the game would take so long to come out, , he still couldn't help being a little disappointed.

But after hearing Yu Fengjing's words, he suddenly realized that even if this game won't be released until a long, long time later, even if a large number of his B station fans have left by that time, even if he may not even be playing B station anymore, Even if at that time he and Yu Fengjing might have both retired from the circle, even if at that time station B might be dominated by another group of people, even if at that time no one at station B might have heard of his and Yu Fengjing's names...

But so what?As long as he was still with Yu Fengjing at that time, as long as Yu Fengjing was still by his side at that time, as long as this person was still by his side at that time, playing games with him, visiting all the scenery in the game, wandering in the game Every corner of it is enough.

Wang Xiaoming bit the straw and smiled at Yu Fengjing.

He and Yu Fengjing got acquainted because of Station B, but Station B is just one station in their lives. They may stay at this station for a year, two or three years, but they won't stay for a lifetime. One day , they will leave and go somewhere else.

He and Yu Fengjing came together because of the game live broadcast, but the game live broadcast is only a part of their lives, not the whole of their life. Their lives are still very, very long. Other than that, it is very colorful. Even if Wang Xiaoming leaves this circle one day, he will not feel regretful.

Because in this place, Wang Xiaoming has gained many friends, many fans, and a person who is very important to him... that is the person he wants to spend his life with.

The morning sun poured down through the glass window, and Yu Fengjing was eating red bean paste buns slowly with his head down. His eyebrows and eyes were extremely gentle under the sun, and Wang Xiaoming couldn't help feeling palpitations when he saw it... as if he saw it for the first time. The situation during Yu Fengjing's time.

"What are you thinking?" Yu Fengjing took a sip of soy milk, smiled and asked Wang Xiaoming who was staring blankly at him.

Wang Xiaoming snorted and said, "I miss you."

He wouldn't tell Yu Fengjing that he fell in love with him at first sight...

"I'm right in front of you, what else are you thinking?" Yu Fengjing raised his eyebrows.

"I think you've become more and more rascal recently..." Wang Xiaoming rubbed his still sore waist, "I'm getting old, and I can't bear to toss about it. I was shaken by you yesterday to the point where my bones are about to fall apart."

Yu Fengjing pretended to be thinking silently for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Then change to a more relaxed posture next time?"

"What posture?" Wang Xiaoming was taken aback.

"Riding?" Yu Fengjing said with gentle eyebrows and slightly raised lips.

"...Get lost!" Wang Xiaoming glared at Yu Fengjing, "How easy is this posture!"