Wang Ling felt that he must have had a nightmare because he hadn't slept for too long.
He closed his eyes and looked inside his body, and even checked his soul inside out, but didn't find the soul contract that the coconut old man in the dream had mentioned.
So … was he thinking too much?
Wang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Actually, if it was really like what the coconut old man in the dream had said, that as soon as he entered the space, he would automatically form a soul contract. Wang Ling felt that he should have been able to completely sense it.
His life now was a little turbulent from time to time, but overall, it was still within Wang Ling's acceptable range. At this stage, it was still a little too early for Wang Ling to come into contact with a Venerated Immortal. He didn't want to be pestered by some random person, and even more so didn't want to get involved with some so-called old seniors in the cultivation circle for no reason. That would only bring more trouble to himself …
Frowning, Wang Ling raised his hand and opened all the windows in the room.
What was supposed to be a beautiful weekend had in the end been completely ruined by that coconut old man, which inexplicably made Wang Ling feel a little upset.
A cool breeze caressed Wang Ling's cheeks through the window, calming his restless heart a little.
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After reviewing his homework for a while, Wang Ling closed his book and saw the old man and Mother Wang ride Sheep out through the window. Mother Wang was sitting behind the tricycle with Loopy Toad in her arms, while the old man pedaled the tricycle. It looked like they were going to buy groceries and take Loopy Toad out for a stroll.
Wang Ling cupped his chin in his hands as he sat at his desk and watched the old man ride the tricycle away along East Huang Road. When they were less than ten meters away from the Wang family's small villa, Wang Ling saw Loopy Toad actually stretch out its dog melon seeds to pull at the corners of its eyes and make a face at him. Wang Ling's face immediately twitched at this scene … he truly felt that Loopy Toad's life was much more comfortable than his!
Bored to death on a rare weekend, Wang Ling opened Father Wang's novel on his wristwatch and was surprised to find that Father Wang hadn't updated any chapters today.
He scrolled down the webpage, and sure enough, he saw that the novel comment section for The Live Streaming Life of the Immortal King was full of complaints.
Book friend "Little White Is Too Much": Is Great Wang Situ still not updating today? Tell me if you don't update, waiting for an update is the most painful thing!
Friend "Stop the War Dream": Shocking! A certain web novelist actually hadn't updated his novel until now. Was it because of the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality behind this?
Book friend "July Flowing Gold": "I used to follow a book by an author called Three Days and Two Sleeps, and as I did so, I discovered that this author had established Three Days and Two Updates … Wang Situ, you have to hold on!"
Reader "I Want to Shut the Author's Little Black Room to Write: Everyone, please watch your manners! Scolding people is wrong behavior! In my opinion, why don't we find two people to wait at the door of the author's house, then when the author comes out, we can use a gunny sack to cover the author and drag him out!
Book friend "GGsbada": Could it be that I'll be updating once a day in the future … Oh! No!
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Wang Ling: "…"
As far as Wang Ling could remember, it wasn't like Father Wang had never dragged on with his updates. Furthermore, based on Wang Ling's summarization of Father Wang's novel updates over the years, if Father Wang updated his novels at a normal pace, he wouldn't usually drag on or stop updating.
But if Father Wang's inspiration burst forth one day and he finished writing a week's worth of manuscripts in one day, then what awaited him might be a subsequent exhaustion of inspiration … When all was said and done, Father Wang was just an ordinary person, and inspiration wasn't something that came to him on a whim. After a one-time burst of inspiration, Father Wang was bound to feel like his brain had been hollowed out.
There were times when writing really couldn't be rushed.
Sometimes, the more you wanted to write, the more you might find that your mind was blank when you really started writing.
For a veteran web novelist like Father Wang, there were times when he delayed or stopped updating his novels because of time. For example, he had to coordinate with the website to promote his novels offline. Of course, there was also the plot. Father Wang had been a writer for many years, and Wang Ling didn't believe that his old man really couldn't write a single word. But in this state of mind, if Father Wang forced himself to write something, he wouldn't be able to explain the quality of his chapters to his readers.
Updating or quality? This was a problem that many authors faced.
After all, you couldn't have your cake and eat it too.
So when Wang Ling went downstairs, he saw Father Wang leaning against the sofa with a lifeless expression on his face, his hands pillowed under his head and a cigarette in his mouth. Father Wang's usual way of finding inspiration was to watch live streams of female live streamers, but his favorite female live streamer, Little Xuan, wasn't online at this time, which made Father Wang feel a little frustrated …
Seeing Wang Ling come downstairs, Father Wang turned his head slightly to look at him, then patted the sofa. "Ling Ling, come and sit!"
Wang Ling knew that this was Father Wang's second main way of finding inspiration, and that was to crazily look for someone to chat with.
Usually, it was Mother Wang who played this role. But now that Mother Wang had gone out with the old man to buy groceries, Wang Ling was once again surprised to find that he had unexpectedly become the "spare tire!"
"Little Ming will come over tonight. Your mom and grandpa have gone out to buy groceries," Father Wang said to Wang Ling as he shook off the cigarette ash.
Wang Ling gave a very cooperative "mm" sound.
Father Wang, who had intermittently lost his inspiration, had a different look in his eyes; they were full of gloom, which made Wang Ling feel a little nauseous.
Father Wang squinted at Wang Ling and realized that there were actually two body lengths between them. The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. "Child, why are you so far away from me?"
Wang Ling: "…"
Then, he directly reached out and pulled Wang Ling over to his side. "Have you forgotten how you stuck to me when you were little?"
Wang Ling took a deep breath and chose not to argue. "…" The thing that had left the deepest impression on him when he was little had to be Father Wang's stubble, which was really prickly …
The sudden mention of his childhood reminded Father Wang of a lot of stories, and he couldn't help laughing. "Do you know? Actually, your mom used to write novels. "
Wang Ling gave him a curious look. "Huh?"
Father Wang: "Your mom and I have been childhood friends since we were kids, and I know exactly what her hobbies are. Also, when she was young, she even published books, and they were very good! At that time, a lot of publishing houses contacted her to write a sequel. Your mom had even drafted the outline, and was planning to start her career under a new pen name … but she just happened to be pregnant with you. "
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