Don't act like a baby [Transmigration Book]

Selling flowers for romance and writing essays for dreams, Song Chen thinks his idea is very good.

He feels that there has never been a better time to pursue his dreams than now.

Speaking of which, Song Chen has been writing articles for five or six years, but it is a pity that he has written for so many years, with millions of words, but he has not become popular. The most promising article is "Divorce", which is still relatively controversial.

In fact, he often compromised with the market in the process of writing articles. Although the article "Divorce" went in the opposite direction and was written in a more cruel way, it was still quite bloody, and there were many hot elements such as the live broadcast of wealthy families. .What he really wanted to write was far more unpopular than "Divorce".

Now that there is no pressure in life, he can write whatever he wants.

He planned to write an article that he had always wanted to write, but was afraid of hitting the street. He had already thought of the title, which was "After my lover gets old, I'm still as beautiful as a flower".

Well, the name is still very Jinjiang.

He searched the Internet and found that this world is almost exactly the same as his original world, but it is more like a parallel world, and everything related to him does not exist, and the rest is no different from the original world. There are also many novel websites such as Jinjiang.

He lay there thinking for so long, just thinking of a pseudonym.

Finally he settled on his new pseudonym: "Laughing Up to the Sky".

Don't you want to look up to the sky and laugh, it is in line with his current state, and it is in line with Song Chen's style.

He knocked on the self-introduction of the column: "Looking up to the sky and laughing, go out, how can I be a decent person!"

After everything was settled, he asked Wang Ma, "Do you have a smaller computer desk at home?"

Wang Ma said, "How small?"

"The ones that can be moved freely are the best."

"I do have one in my house," Wang Ma said, "It's the computer desk my grandson used to use. Shall I move it here for you?"

Song Chen nodded.

Wang Ma went out, she really wanted to write a novel.

When she went downstairs, she happened to meet Mrs. Chen, who asked in a low voice, "What is Xiao Chen doing?"

"He's going to write a novel." Wang Ma hurriedly pulled Mrs. Chen over, gossiping for a long time, "I feel that since he fell down, his temperament seems to have changed a little, I don't know if it's here..." She pointed to her head : "It fell."

"Writing novels, him?" Mrs. Chen couldn't help laughing: "Thinking of one thing and doing another, he always makes people dumbfounded. I think this is very similar to him. I really can't wait to see what kind of novels he can write." Come!"

Mrs. Zhao was chanting scriptures in the Buddhist hall, and Mrs. Chen had nothing to do, so she accompanied Wang Ma to move the computer desk upstairs.After entering, I saw Song Chen lying on the window wearing only a loose nightgown, watching the heavy thunderstorm outside.

"Xiaochen, be careful of the rain on you." She said hastily.

Song Chen turned around when he heard the words, and said, "Put it here, next to the window."

Wang Ma and Mrs. Chen put the computer desk by the window.

Song Chen was very satisfied, the computer desk was not too big or too small, and there were pulleys under it, so it was easy to move around, so he brought a big chair over, and asked Mama Wang to buy him a Backpack.

"Good back?" Wang Ma was surprised.

Song Chen nodded: "People who code words tend to hurt their backs after sitting for a long time. A good back can protect their waists, and it's not easy to hunch their backs..." He paused, then said: "If you tell you to buy it, just buy it, don't worry about it. .”

Wang Ma responded, took a look at Mrs. Chen and went out.Mrs. Chen looked at Song Chen curiously, and saw Song Chen move the computer to the table, completely draw the curtains, and sit down facing the small pond outside the window.

The thunder outside was much quieter, but the rain was getting louder, making a lot of noise. Song Chen also left a gap in the window to let out the sound of the rain.

He turned his head and glanced at Mrs. Chen. Mrs. Chen was taken aback for a moment, then quickly smiled and went out.

It's still kept secret, so don't watch it.

She was really curious about what kind of novel Song Chen could write.

Oops, she's so curious.

When she returned to the Buddhist hall, Mrs. Zhao was still squinting her eyes and reciting sutras. What are you going to do?"

Mrs. Zhao's heart tightened and she was taken aback: "What happened to him?!"

"He's going to write a novel!"

Mrs. Zhao patted her with the Buddhist beads: "You really scared me to death. I thought he was in trouble again, writing novels, writing novels?"

"I don't know, I'm not allowed to watch it. But I see him like that, it's not a joke, he's very serious."

"A few years ago, he also clamored to write a novel, but he didn't come up with a piece of paper for half a month." Mrs. Zhao was also a little curious, so she went upstairs, and when she entered the door, she saw Song Chen standing in front of the window Bounce.

"...Three two three four, five six seven eight, four two three four, five six seven eight..."

"Why is this?" Mrs. Zhao asked.

Song Chen stopped panting after hearing the words, and said, "You need to move your body."

He used to pay too little attention to exercising. He worked hard for a few years and didn't make much money. Instead, he suffered from a lot of problems, such as backache and neck pain. Later, he realized that he needed to exercise, but it was too late.Now that he has newly obtained a healthy and fresh body, he can't waste it, so he sets a time on his phone, and gets up and moves in half an hour.What he just danced was radio gymnastics that he learned in elementary school.

Mrs. Zhao walked in with a plate of fruit and smiled: "I heard Mrs. Chen said that you are writing a novel. Show me what novel you write."

Song Chen said, "Do you read gay novels too?"

He was still a little embarrassed.But having said that, in the world of same-sex marriage, Tanmei novels are no longer something that needs to be hidden.

Sure enough, Mrs. Zhao said, "I'll read everything you write."

Song Chen really wanted to find someone to take a look and give him some reference.

He pulled the chair away and let Mrs. Zhao sit down.Mrs. Zhao smiled and put down the fruit in her hand: "You eat."

Song Chen inserted a cherry tomato with a bamboo stick, sat up on the edge of the chair, leaned against Mrs. Zhao, and watched while eating.

""After my lover gets old, I'm still as beautiful as a flower"..." Mrs. Zhao read the title of the novel, and she couldn't help laughing. She just said, Song Chen wrote novels, and the little ink in his stomach could write something good !

She held back her laugh and said, "The name is inverted."

The following is a brief introduction: "One life is not enough, I want to love you for a few more lives."

Oh, at first glance, it seems like she's going to spit blood, it's her, a middle-aged housewife's dish!

Mrs. Zhao looked down seriously.

"Luo Wensheng has disappeared.

They were fine when they went out in the morning, and the two had a rare hug, but Luo Wensheng never came back after he went out.

He was getting old, his legs and feet were already inconvenient, and he was suffering from ailments. Those old guys were very worried, fearing that he would have an accident.The big guys helped Yu Nuo together, and searched all possible places but couldn't find it. "

Don't tell me, it started off pretty well, very attractive.

But down there is no more.

Mrs. Zhao said, "That's all...so much?"

"I just started writing. I always write slowly at the beginning. I have revised it many times. What do you think of this beginning?"

Mrs. Zhao put her hands together with a smile and said, "It's very well written, Xiao Chen is great!"

Song Chen knew he had asked the wrong person.

Mrs. Zhao has always flattered Song Chen and rarely told the truth.

Mrs. Zhao stood up and said, "Then I won't bother you anymore. You can continue writing. I'm looking forward to it."

Anyway, this is a serious business. It is much better for him to stay at home and write novels than to go out and cause trouble!As long as he is honest, doesn't cause trouble, and looks so good-looking, maybe Zhao Jindong will fall in love with him.

In order to encourage Song Chen and let him hear more support and applause, Mrs. Zhao told him about his novel writing as soon as Zhao Yungang and Zhao Jindong and his son came back.Zhao Yungang said with a smile: "Yes, it seems that our family is going to have a writer."

Mrs. Zhao went to see Zhao Jindong, and saw that the corner of Zhao Jindong's mouth twitched, obviously sneering.

Zhao Yungang was very happy, and immediately went upstairs to encourage Song Chen. As soon as he went up to the third floor, he heard music coming from the study, singing: "The breeze blows the clouds, and the drizzle falls to the ground."

It is actually a very old song, Teresa Teng's "Breeze and Drizzle".

He looked back at Zhao Jindong, feeling very comforted.

Song Chen used to love to listen to those thumping songs. He was probably old and found it very noisy. Now that he listens to such old-fashioned love songs, he probably listened to his advice and prepared to change his mind.This is a good thing, I should ask the second child to follow along.

He knocked on the door and went in, said with a smile: "Xiao Chen, I heard from your mother that you are writing a novel?"

Pushing open the door, he saw Song Chen lying on the table, and turned his head when he heard the sound, his face was full of tears, and his eyes were swollen from crying.

Such a handsome and beautiful boy looks good even when he cries, as if a rose has been washed in water.

While the computer was still playing songs, Teresa Teng sang: "The breeze is accompanied by the drizzle, just like I am accompanied by my lovely you."