Jiang Xingzhou actually found her book!
Song Ci's mind went blank for a moment. During this time, Jiang Xingzhou had already pulled up the homepage of her book to show her the title.
"Well, that's it. After the marriage was cancelled, the elder returned to the throne."
Song Ci: "Ah..."
Seeing this, Jiang Xingzhou thought she was surprised that he was watching women's videos, so he explained: "Just now when I opened Baidu to search for something, I accidentally clicked on this ad. It's well written."
Speaking of advertisements, he remembered that the content seemed to deviate from the advertisement.
What about the president sending his wife abroad? When the heroine went abroad, the hero didn’t even know where he was. It had nothing to do with him.
And there is no plot about a girl who takes the same little bun as the president and dominates the entertainment industry.
Fraud.
Fortunately, the content is quite interesting and enjoyable to read, otherwise he would really have to report it.
"Hey Song Song?" Jiang Xingzhou suddenly called out.
Song Ci looked at him blankly, her eyes still confused.
Fortunately, he didn't know it was her book.
This made her feel a little relieved that her vest did not fall off.
Therefore, Song Ci was relatively calm: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Xingzhou said: "Is this kind of book title popular now? I thought it would be a title like "One fetus, several babies"."
He was indeed surprised when he saw the title of the book. It was also a stereotype of his. He had heard before that the female-oriented books were all about having several babies at one birth, or about a CEO chasing his wife. Although this title would not be very attractive, at least he did not feel so embarrassed when he said the name.
Song Ci nodded: "Ah, that's right, there are a lot of book titles with this pattern recently."
Song Ci was a little nervous and asked him, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Jiang Xingzhou shook his head, returned to the page inside the book, and continued reading. "The title of the book is quite consistent with the content."
"So... do you think this book is well-written?"
Jiang Xingzhou nodded without hesitation: "It's great, do you want to see it? I saw it on this software, I'll send you a link."
"Ah, no need. I have the software. I'll search for it myself later."
"Okay, we can discuss the plot when you watch it."
Jiang Xingzhou had no doubts at all, and was very happy that he could read the same book with Song Ci and have a new common topic again.
Song Ci had a strange expression: "Okay, okay."
Seeing this, Jiang Xingzhou pulled her into his arms, pinched her nose, and asked her, "Are you going to continue writing today?"
"I need to write. I'm having a writer's block today. I'm writing very slowly. I've only written 2,000 words. There's still a lot to go. I'll write a little more tonight."
After the release of her novel, Song Ci has maintained an update speed of 10,000 words per day. In order to keep her own manuscripts, she would also write 10,000 words every day. Today, she only wrote 2,000 words, which is really a huge difference.
Jiang Xingzhou rubbed her head comfortingly: "It's okay, don't worry, take your time."
"Okay," Song Ci looked up, "Then what do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."
Jiang Xingzhou thought about it and made a decision: "I'll make dinner today. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you. How about that?"
"Really?" Song Ci's eyes lit up, her anticipation overflowing.
Jiang Xingzhou smiled, lowered his head and shook it against her forehead: "Of course it's true, let's cook, what do you want to eat?"
Song Ci thought about it for a while. Jiang Xingzhou had not cooked many times, so she passed on all the troublesome dishes. She finally said, "Can I make that fried noodles?"
"Which one?"
Song Ci found the video and handed it to Jiang Xingzhou: "Here, this is it."
Jiang Xingzhou took a look and found that it was fried instant noodles.
It’s not difficult, just add eggs, ham and vegetables.
Since they were all young people, Jiang Xingzhou naturally wouldn't say anything about instant noodles not being nutritious. He just asked, "Do you have instant noodles at home?"
Song Ci: “.”
"Um... the turkey noodles you bought last time, I think you still have them, right?"
She had never tried making fried noodles with turkey noodles and didn't know whether it would taste good.
When Jiang Xingzhou heard this, he also remembered that he bought a big bag of turkey noodles when he made grilled cold noodles last time. He only ate that bag and neither of them ate it again after that.
He made an OK gesture and kissed Song Ci on the forehead: "Then I'll do it for you."
Song Ci happily raised her hands and held his face, tilted her head back and gave him a kiss, then said sweetly, "Thank you, Jiang Jiang~"
Jiang Xingzhou: “.”
After helping Song Ci sit down, Jiang Xingzhou stood up and prepared to make dinner.
"You continue writing, I'll go cook."
"Okay~"
Nowadays, there are detailed video tutorials on cooking on the Internet. Jiang Xingzhou has a good learning ability, so he made this fried noodles quite well.
The two of them had dinner. Song Ci typed for a while while Jiang Xingzhou continued reading the novel and threw a dollar as a reward to the book.
Well written, encouraged.
And judging from the update frequency, it seems to be ten thousand per day. Jiang Xingzhou is very satisfied.
What a coincidence! Song Dynasty porcelain also costs tens of thousands a day.
Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help but sigh that there really are authors in this world who are as hardworking as Song Ci.
It can be encountered by chance but not sought after.
Jiang Xingzhou glanced at Song Ci who was typing seriously next to him, and his expression suddenly softened.
At about half past seven, the two went out for a walk, and at around eight o'clock they arrived at the old place to wait for the orange cat.
I have been feeding this cat for many days in a row, and both parties are very satisfied. The person enjoys petting the cat, and the cat enjoys eating, and the food it can't finish is taken away.
Today, the two of them fed the baby bread, and occasionally improved the kitten's diet.
After torturing the orange cat on the roadside for about ten minutes, the cat purred with satisfaction, then ran away with a piece of bread in its mouth.
After feeding the cat for almost half a month, the two people were sure that it was a stray cat.
They are all quite satisfied with the current situation. They have cats to pet and they don't have to bear the responsibility of taking care of them. It's simply great. The key is that the cats don't seem to have any intention of going home with them.
Both the cat and the person are very satisfied.
However, the accident happened the next day.
The two of them then realized that the orange cat didn't want to go with them because it wanted them to help raise its children.
For a moment, I really didn’t know whether I should admire the greatness of the cat’s love, or say that this cat is very smart
At night, they came to the same place at the usual time. When they heard their movements, the orange cat immediately ran out, followed by a smaller orange cat.
After eating, the orange cat pushed the kitten to Song Ci's feet, and the kitten also lay on Song Ci's feet, meowing softly and acting coquettishly.
Song Ci: “!
!”
"What are they doing?" Song Ci was confused.
Jiang Xingzhou has been observing and came to a conclusion: "This is probably its child. It seems to be entrusting the child to you!"
Having just taken care of Liang Ting's little one, are they going to have a little one of their own
Even though it's a cat.
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After all, this family finally became a family of three ahead of time.
Jiang Xingzhou lifted the cat's legs and asked Song Ci beside him, "Have you thought of a name for it?"
"Is it a little princess or a little prince?" I just kept petting the cat after coming back and don't know the gender of the kitten yet.
Jiang Xingzhou took a look and said it was a boy.
"Then call me Orange."
"ah?"
“Because it’s an orange cat.”
"So asking about gender is...?"
"Just ask."
"oh."
Just like that, very hastily, the name of the orange was chosen.
Jiang Xingzhou made an appointment on his mobile phone and planned to take Orange to the veterinary hospital for a check-up tomorrow.
I temporarily found a courier box to serve as a nest for Orange, and in this way Orange was settled down temporarily.
Tonight's experience was quite magical. The cat that they had been feeding for half a month finally gave its babies to them.
Thinking about it, she found it quite interesting, and Song Ci laughed and fell into Jiang Xingzhou's arms.
Jiang Xingzhou immediately threw the oranges into the box and hugged Song Ci tightly.
"So happy?"
"It's fun. From now on, we will have cats too."
Jiang Xingzhou sighed quietly, hoping that this kitten could be more sensible and not make so much noise.
The appointment was for the next afternoon. The two were in no hurry and ate lunch leisurely and took a nap. Of course, Jiang Xingzhou wanted to but didn't have the courage to suggest taking a nap together again.
I set out in the afternoon to check on Orange.
The two people then realized that Orange was already one month old, so when they fed the cat for the first time, the cat took away half of it, apparently it was doing it to raise a baby.
Song Ci was touched and stroked Orange's cat head. Orange meowed at her and stretched out his legs to climb onto her, but was held down by the doctor.
When Song Ci saw that she had disturbed someone's inspection, she blushed and retreated back to Jiang Xingzhou. She secretly held his hand and then she relaxed a lot.
The examination results showed that Orange was healthy, and because it was a wild kitten, it was easy to raise.
When he heard that it was easy to support, Song Ci's eyes lit up, which made Jiang Xingzhou unable to help laughing. Before he knew it, the little money-grubber ran out again.
Petting the cat with Song Dynasty porcelain, Jiang Xingzhou petting the Song Dynasty porcelain.
The two of them bought a lot of cat supplies, and when they went for a walk in the evening, they even took Orange with them so that Orange could get close to his mother.
The orange cat saw that its cub was being raised well, and meowed at Song Ci again. Song Ci felt joy from its meowing.
Song Ci immediately became happy.
It was around nine o'clock in the evening when they got home. The two of them huddled on the sofa, Song Ci watched some videos while Jiang Xingzhou read a novel.
In the past two or three days, he has caught up with the novel and couldn't help but share it with Song Ci.
"Song Song, have you read the novel I told you about a few days ago?"
Song Ci paused the video, climbed up from his arms, and nodded in response: "I watched it."
Jiang Xingzhou brought it up again, and I don’t know what he is going to say.
I feel inexplicably nervous.
I’m afraid he won’t like it.
"You read pretty fast then. Did you stay up late?"
Song Ci shook her head cautiously: "No, I'll probably read faster."
"Since you are also a novelist, I guess you know all the routines and you can read it quickly." Jiang Xingzhou still had no doubts.
"Yeah," Song Ci felt a little guilty, and nodded in agreement, "Probably."
"What do you want to ask?" Jiang Xingzhou didn't get to the point yet, so Song Ci just asked directly.
Jiang Xingzhou immediately became excited: "By the way, I wanted to discuss the plot with you. When do you think the protagonist and the child will recognize each other?"
"Ah..." Song Ci couldn't change the outline that had already been finalized. To be honest, she hadn't found any of the tens of thousands of manuscripts in her archives.
"Maybe it will take some time. After all, this is a small selling point of this book. I think the author won't let the protagonist and the child recognize each other before laying the groundwork for new selling points later."
She tried her best to speak objectively as a bystander, but she didn't know whether Jiang Xingzhou would accept it or not.
In fact, she was also very conflicted about the recognition, but the editor read her outline and encouraged her to write boldly. So far, the various reasons she wrote to make up for the past are very reasonable, so although she feels regretful when reading them, she does not feel annoyed.
However, the editor reminded that one must strike the right balance and not often hook the readers without letting them recognize each other. Just do it once during a break and don't write too intensively.
Song Ci humbly took note of this point, and has been working hard to balance the plot recently to reduce the chances of the child and the male protagonist meeting.
But now, readers asked her directly.
And this reader is someone very important to her.
She cares a lot about Jiang Xingzhou's opinion.
One compliment from Jiang Xingzhou is worth the compliments from many readers.
And she also saw the reward given by Jiang Xingzhou that day.
It was one dollar at first, but suddenly in the middle of the night a reward of fifty dollars came in.
What a spendthrift.
Thinking of this, Song Ci's expression suddenly became resentful when looking at Jiang Xingzhou.
Jiang Xingzhou was confused, he covered her cheek with his hand, and answered her question: "I don't quite understand it, but it's well written. I hope the author doesn't fail. This is my first time to seriously follow a female novel."
"How does it feel?"
Jiang Xingzhou commented: "It's awesome."
Song Ci burst out laughing, pulled his arm and took his hands away from her face, then fell into Jiang Xingzhou's arms laughing again.
Jiang Xingzhou also smiled: "Are you so happy?"
"No, I just think what you said is quite right, top."
"You can post a comment to urge the author to update the work. Maybe the author will add more chapters for you." Song Ci began to tease.
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
"Is this a rush?"
Jiang Xingzhou recalled the rules for adding more chapters written in the post-launch remarks, and said, "I remember that adding more chapters requires a reward of 100 yuan, right?"
"Yeah, that's right." Song Ci thought to herself, you're just short of forty-nine. But she was careful at the time and said it was a one-time reward, so even if Jiang Xingzhou gave her another forty-nine, she wouldn't add more chapters for him.
But she also said in her remarks on the book's release that if the author was praised enough, she might add more chapters.
Unexpectedly, in such a short time, Jiang Xingzhou actually flipped back to the remarks for the book's release and found the rule praising the author for the possibility of receiving additional chapters. He immediately became excited.
"Don't mention it, this one is really possible. Look, the author said it himself."
"Ah..." Song Ci covered her face, calmed down for a while, and then revealed her mouth through her fingers, and said, "Then do you want to praise her?"
"Just give it some praise. It's well-written anyway. You authors should all like readers to praise you, and this book is indeed well-written."
Remembering that he was talking to his girlfriend, Jiang Xingzhou added: "For both of us to catch up."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: “…”
"Well, praise me. Praise me well. Maybe I'll give you more chapters."
"Come on Jiang Jiang~"