"Later, in order to take care of you, your mother discussed it with me and stopped writing. She was determined to become a full-time wife. " Father Wang leaned against the sofa with a cigarette between his lips, but his eyes were no longer dejected, and were instead filled with happiness as he reminisced about the good old days.
When Wang Ling thought about it carefully, it seemed that this was the first time he had heard his father talk about the past. Wang Ling also hadn't expected Mother Wang to have actually written novels before he was born, and it seemed that they were pretty good ones.
What about the name of the novel?
Wang Ling couldn't help asking telepathically, very curious.
Father Wang cupped his chin in his hand as he thought for a bit. "At the time, your mom had a pen name called One Man One Piece, and she wrote a romance cultivation light novel called Half Immortal Summer Princess, which was published back then."
Wang Ling: "…"
"After it was published, the publisher found that the book sold surprisingly well, but a lot of readers sent letters complaining about the pen name. So after that, your mother decided to change to a new pen name before she started writing the next book. But at that time, your mother had already written the outline, but she wouldn't tell me her pen name … I heard that it was a novel about the cultivation world, and I was looking forward to it for a long time. "
As he spoke, Father Wang ground the cigarette butt in the ashtray and couldn't help laughing. "Now, I think I'll ask Little Ming about it, maybe he'll know."
Wang Ling: "???"
Father Wang: "Do you know about the time capsule? Before your mother decided to close it off, she sealed all the outline she had written in a capsule and gave it to Little Ming. At that time, the paper she used to write on was very rough, and Little Ming said that sealing it in this way would ensure that the paper wouldn't be damaged. I'm guessing that when Xiaoming received the outline and drafts, he had probably already read them. "
Hearing this, the corners of Wang Ling's mouth couldn't help twitching. It wouldn't have mattered if it was anyone else, but if it was Wang Ming … it was indeed possible that he would do such a thing. Furthermore, Wang Ming himself was actually a fan of novels. Even though he clearly couldn't cultivate, he would often imitate the plots of cultivation novels and do some crazy things.
Wang Ling's curiosity was piqued again. In any case, Wang Ming would come over later, so he could just drag him upstairs and ask him. Besides, Wang Ling himself was very curious about Mother Wang's unpublished work.
As he was thinking this, he heard the sound of the villa door opening. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lie Mengmeng very skillfully push open the door and enter. The door of the Wang family's small villa had a fingerprint lock, and as Father Wang's exclusive editor, he had already entered Lie Mengmeng's fingerprint into the lock roughly two weeks ago.
Father Wang still hadn't updated today, so Wang Ling knew that Lie Mengmeng was most likely here to urge him to update.
Ordinary website writers would never be able to enjoy the treatment of an editor coming to their door to urge them to update.
"Hi! Wang Ling! You're home! " Lie Mengmeng grinned and greeted Wang Ling, then his face immediately turned cloudy as he stared helplessly at Father Wang. "I say, Brother Wang … why haven't you updated today? Didn't you save a lot of manuscripts? "
Taking a leisurely sip of coffee, Father Wang replied, "Mm, I'm done …"
The corner of Lie Mengmeng's mouth twitched. "If I recall correctly, there should be 200,000 manuscripts in stock."
Father Wang: "Mm, they're all used up …"
Lie Mengmeng: "…"
Father Wang sighed. "Recently, a nouveau riche reader came and said that he would tip me 10,000 for each additional chapter. I couldn't help it, and sent them all. "
Lie Mengmeng covered his face. "Brother Wang, you have to control yourself! Premature ejaculation is bad behavior! "
Father Wang and Wang Ling: "…"
Lie Mengmeng: "Go upstairs, I'll help you sort out the plot."
Father Wang shook his head. "It's not about the plot this time, but a new character has appeared in the novel, but I don't know how to act it well. It's best to find someone to act it out, I've already prepared the props."
"A new character?" Lie Mengmeng cupped his chin in his hand and thought for a bit before he nodded. "Then let's stick to the old rules, I'll act it out for you. What style? "
Father Wang: "A dark maid loli in a gothic style."
Lie Mengmeng smiled. "It's just women's clothing, I don't care, it's not my first time."
Wang Ling: "…"
Father Wang: "You have to drip wax!"
"…"
Father Wang: "I want to see the truest reaction! Only then will the readers feel it's real! "
Lie Mengmeng's eyes welled up with tears. "Come on, I'm ready to sacrifice myself for the organization!"
Wang Ling: "…"
So … what kind of PLAY was this?
…
…
Wang Ming arrived early in the afternoon before the old man and Mother Wang came back from grocery shopping. When Wang Ling opened the door, he saw Wang Ming standing at the door with a melancholy expression on his face, and Zhai Yin following closely behind him.
The last time Wang Ling had turned Zhai Yin away, it was because Mother Wang and the old man had been cooking in the house at that time, so it was fine if they hadn't seen him. But they still hadn't come back at this time, and Wang Ling thought it wouldn't be good to leave Zhai Yin standing at the door alone, so he reluctantly let him in.
To be exact, this was the second time Wang Ling and Zhai Yin had met face to face.
In some sense, Wang Ming felt that Wang Ling and Zhai Yin were quite similar; they both had facial paralysis and facial paralysis. The difference, however, was that Wang Ling's facial paralysis was completely natural and untainted, while Zhai Yin's facial paralysis was probably a result of having seen countless life and death experiences.
After Zhai Yin had brought Wang Ming back the last time, he had actually started to secretly investigate Wang Ling. Unfortunately, all he had found was a bunch of mosaics.
This time, Wang Ling naturally had his own reasons for directly letting them in. As soon as Wang Ming stepped in, Wang Ling gave Zhai Yin a death stare.
This stare directly froze Zhai Yin in place …
Even though Zhai Yin was very experienced and knowledgeable, he was so frightened by this imposing aura that his forehead broke out in a cold sweat, and he felt a great pressure from the depths of his soul.
It was very obvious that this was a warning.
Wang Ming pulled Wang Ling behind him and stared at Zhai Yin. "I don't care if you follow me outside, but this is my little brother's house, and it's like my own home. If you dare mess around, I'll have President Qi dismiss you. "
Zhai Yin's gaze was a little deep. "You can try."
Wang Ming crossed his arms and sighed. He had forgotten that this guy was amenable to coaxing but not coercion!
Then, Wang Ming simply stretched out his hand and dragged Zhai Yin to the sofa in the living room. "Sit down! Whether you want to watch TV or meditate and cultivate, it's up to you … "
After saying that, Wang Ming suddenly smiled sinisterly to himself and looked at Zhai Yin. "Stay here and don't move, I'll go get you a tangerine!"
Wang Ling: "…"
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