Genius writer

Early the next morning, Zhuang Mo had to catch a plane.Ren Mingqing didn't send him out, but squatted in the field and pulled weeds.

Ren Mingqing resented Zhuang Mo a little bit now, but only a little bit. After calming down, he realized that he really wasn't good enough for Zhuang Mo.He is weak, timid, and not interesting. Even if Zhuang Mo wanted to find a male partner, he would like someone as energetic as Mr. Xian.Not to mention that when he was 12 years old, he was lined up by all the girls in the school to pursue him. He deserved a better choice.

Ren Mingqing was always willing to think about others, so she didn't have strong negative emotions, but when she returned home, she stood in the middle of the living room in a daze, feeling empty and lonely.In fact, Zhuang Mo didn't take anything with him, he just felt empty and panicked.

At least he still has a virtual world to escape from, so he went upstairs and started typing.

Once he got into work, he forgot everything in reality. When he came back to his senses, it was already 12 o'clock, and he was already hungry.He was very satisfied with his work in the morning, the emptiness in his heart was filled with the sense of accomplishment of his hard work, and his steps down the stairs became lighter.It's just that when he found that the dining table was empty, he was really taken aback——

Oh, Zhuang Mo is on a business trip.

The phone vibrated in his pocket, and he picked it up hopefully: "Hello?"

"Madam!!! I'm sorry QAQ, something went wrong with my takeaway order, and they haven't delivered it yet... Can you eat something to fill your stomach first?"

"It's okay, why don't you cancel it and save some money."

"What do you eat, madam?"

"I have radishes, and I can eat some rice."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I have too many things here, I don't care about it after I place the order...Madam, can you not tell Master, he will scold me QAQ"

"Don't worry, I won't tell him."

After comforting Tian Tian, ​​Ren Mingqing felt that his conjecture last night was a bit ridiculous. Zhuang Mo often hated Tian Tian, ​​but he never hated himself.Zhuang Mo is not a boy in elementary school, and his personality is very mature. No matter what he likes, he should treat him better, right?So Zhuang Mo still likes himself more, right?

After the two of them moved in, they discussed it, and neither of them wanted to hire an aunt because of their own reasons, so they did all the housework by themselves.Usually, when he was resting, Zhuang Mo took him to have a big meal every day; later on he started to work, and didn't follow Zhuang Mo to the company very much, Zhuang Mo would make lunch every morning before going to work.

Ren Mingqing recalled Zhuang Mo's back turning around in the kitchen, a illusory smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ding dong—" the doorbell rang suddenly.

Ren Mingqing froze for a moment, who would visit at this point?

He hurried to open the door, and there was a kind village woman standing outside.

"Is it Teacher Xiaoren?"

"Yes, you are..."

The village woman handed him a three-layer bamboo food basket: "Your friend came to our restaurant this morning and ordered home-cooked dishes for a week. Here are braised crucian carp, mushroom tofu, beef soup, spicy pork ribs and shepherd's purse radish, you take good."

Ren Mingqing happily took over the heavy food basket: "Thank you, thank you, is it so heavy?"

"Your friend specifically asked you not to use disposable packaging boxes, so you put them on plates. I'll come over to pick them up at night—what do you want to eat?"

"I'll do it myself, don't worry about it."

"I heard from your friend that you are a great writer and you are usually very busy. Do you really not need to deliver dinner?"

"I can't finish so many dishes in one meal." Ren Mingqing was frugal by nature, and felt that such a large portion would be enough for him and Tian Tian at night.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I'll follow your orders. Anyway, Mr. Zhuang will pay for your meals. Our restaurant is at the corner of the straight road. This is our phone number. If you want to eat, you can contact me anytime."

Ren Mingqing returned to the living room with the food basket in his hand, arranged a plate of side dishes, put a few grains of rice into his mouth, bit his chopsticks and smirked.

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Tian Tian was terrified by his mistake at noon, but when he returned home, he found a table of side dishes, and he was saved from a desperate situation: "Madam, you are so virtuous!"

"Mr. Zhuang ordered these dishes for lunch, so I cooked a bowl of soup."

"Huh? Was he still on the plane at that time?"

"It seems that he has agreed with the restaurant at the end of the straight road that he will provide three meals a day."

Tian Tian hugged his head: "It's over! Master is really good at predicting things! He must have expected that something bad will happen to me, so he activated Plan.B again, and he will definitely scold me when he comes back!"

"I won't tell. But these are leftovers from lunch, sorry."

"It doesn't matter! I'm not the master, I'm so tricky! I can make a living!"

After eating, Tian Tian soon discovered that his nanny life was not so scary.Compared with Zhuang Mo's high demands and high standards, Ren Mingqing is a very easy-going cohabitant.When Tian Tian didn't pay attention, Ren Mingqing washed all the clothes he had hoarded.Seeing Ren Mingqing put away the clothes that were warmed by the sun, and folded them into tofu cubes on the sofa with a peaceful face, Tian Tian seemed to see his grandma far away in the country.

Tian Tian felt sorry for thinking that he was a super invincible boss.His nanny didn't help with anything, so he took the initiative to take on Ren Mingqing's editorial work.

Ren Mingqing has been particularly passionate about writing recently. Sometimes he writes about the anti-Japanese history of a minority ethnic group whose name he has never heard of. He says it is very touching and full of humanity;Regardless of whether the writing is finished or well written, let’s write first anyway.

Tian Tian admitted that the articles he wrote are very touching, after all, his strength lies there, but none of these themes are suitable for commercialization.Which father wants to see this kind of thing!No one except Zhuang Mo is willing to invest money in this kind of project!Even if Zhuang Mo invested money, he would lose everything!The market is so cruel.

Tian Tian saw it in his eyes and was anxious: "Madam, have you thought up any novels recently? Let's chat?"

"Oh! I just wanted to tell you that I plan to write a novel about traditional Chinese mythology, about how Nuwa, Chiyou, Huangdi, and Houyi all came to be."

Tian Tian felt that it was not good when he heard it. Too many people wrote about this setting.

"A long time ago, a stellar-class scientific research ship landed on the earth. These aliens have extremely advanced biotechnology and have genetically modified the ancients. The ancients thought they were gods. The climate of their home planet is different from that of the earth. , causing them to stay in a special gas-powered transport device as soon as they leave the cabin, the ancients thought it was their tail, and thus the legend of Fuxi and Nuwa was born..."

"Eh?" Tian Tian felt that he couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

"I want to tell fairy tales from the perspective of space opera." Ren Mingqing explained with a smile.

Tian Tian thought for a while, and said persuasively: "Madam, I have a very good direction, which coincides with your idea, and it is more suitable for the tastes of young people today-have you heard of "Glory of Heroes"? "

"I know, it's a very popular game."

Tian Tian turned on the phone: "Come on, I'll take you flying."

Ren Mingqing used a counterfeit smartphone before and rarely played games.He reacts slowly, has poor coordination of hands and feet, and basically spends the whole night giving away heads and being sprayed by others, and soon loses interest in this game.But Tian Tian didn't want him to play with things and lose his mind. Tian Tian hoped that he would write a novel about "Glory of Heroes".

"You just write that the world's number one e-sports player is forced to retire, and then gather a team to make a comeback and win the S8 championship."

"I... I don't know much about e-sports."

"I don't understand, I can help you find materials. The main reason is that there are many mythical heroes and historical figures in the game. Isn't this the same as your idea?"

Ren Mingqing shook his head seriously: "It's not the same. My concept is to add a set of science fiction interpretations to the traditional mythology system, while the mythology system in your competitive story is just a game setting."

"However, so many people write about Nuwa, the descendant of Yanhuang Chiyou, which is no longer a novel subject. You have created a very punk world view. No matter how much Master favors you, it is impossible to build you a space battleship. The film industry is immature. He can't do it. "Glory of Heroes" is different, with realistic themes and down-to-earth, the key is—do you know how popular it is?" Tian Tian opened Guanwen's happy news, "Look, even the Great God Tan Si I’m writing a game fan! You write this with your own traffic. I used to have an author who wrote mediocrely. Because of the background of the game, I’m talking to her about manga output. It’s estimated that she can earn tens of thousands .”

Ren Mingqing's ears trembled: "So many..."

"That's right! So if you write about professional players and game anchors how to play "Glory of Heroes", it will definitely become popular at your level!"

"Okay, I'll go back and think about it."

Ren Mingqing returned to the study and still opened his previous word document.

He is a good old man, not good at rejecting others, but he has his own insistence on what kind of stories to write.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was a stellar-class scientific research ship in the ancient prehistoric landed on the mainland of China.The so-called dragons are actually air-sea battleships, deployed in the Bohai Bay, and floated out of the sea behind the genetically modified ancients with fluttering clothes. The silver-white ship splashed white waterfalls, soaring into the sky. , cruising in low Earth orbit.Houyi's shooting into the sun was a war across the stars, which ended in destroying nine solar systems; Huangdi's departure on the dragon actually unlocked the genetic lock and stole a small transport ship from the gods...

These historical allusions have changed the style of painting, and they came to his mind one by one, which made him so excited that he wanted to start creating immediately.

As for the game competition theme of "Glory of Heroes", he neither understands nor handles it.

But this time, as he was writing, he remembered what Tian Tian said: "So many people write about Nuwa, the descendant of Yanhuang Chiyou, and the writing has already been ruined. If the readers don't catch a cold, they can't make a film after writing it."

Tian Tian is an excellent editor, and Zhuang Mo has affirmed his "keen market sense" more than once.He treats people sincerely, and his earnest teaching is also from the bottom of his heart.Tian Tian's judgment on these two themes is naturally reasonable.However, when he heard that what he wanted to write was not a hit, he felt a heavy burden in his heart—if he could not write a novel that fit the market and was not recognized by everyone, how could he have his own business?How can he be worthy of Zhuang Mo?

Once Zhuang Mo's thoughts were involved, they were out of control.The fingers typing on the keyboard gradually slowed down until they came to a complete standstill.He realized that this emotion is called "missing".

A video invitation pops up on QQ—ID: Yinhua misses beauty.

Ren Mingqing had to believe that telepathy existed in this world.