Wang Ling felt that he must have had nightmares because he hadn't slept for too long.
He closed his eyes and looked inside his body, and even checked his soul inside and out, but did not find the soul contract mentioned by the old coconut man in the dream.
So... I must be thinking too much, right
Wang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, if it was true, as the old coconut man in the dream said, that souls would be automatically connected as soon as they entered the space, Wang Ling felt that he should be able to fully feel it.
Although life now has some ups and downs, overall it is still within Wang Ling's acceptable range. At this stage, it was a little too early for Wang Ling to get in touch with people of Immortal Master's status. Wang Ling didn't want to be pestered by an inexplicable person, let alone have an affair with some so-called seniors in the cultivation circle for no reason. association. That will only bring more trouble to yourself...
Frowning, Wang Ling raised his hand and opened all the windows in the room.
What was originally a wonderful weekend was completely ruined by the old coconut man, which made Wang Ling feel a little upset for no reason.
The cool breeze blew through the window and blew on Wang Ling's cheek, calming his restless heart a little.
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After reviewing his homework for a while upstairs, Wang Ling closed his book and saw the old man and Wang Ma going out on sheep through the window. Wang Ma was sitting behind the tricycle with Loopy Ha in her arms, and the old man was pedaling the tricycle. She was probably going to buy groceries and take Loopy Ha out for a walk.
Wang Ling sat in front of the desk with his chin held high, staring at the old man riding a tricycle along Donghuang Road. When he was only ten meters away from the Wang family's villa, Wang Ling saw Loopy holding out a dog melon seed and pulling it at the corner of his eye. With a grimace, this scene immediately made Wang Ling's face twitch... He really felt that Loopy Ha's life was much more comfortable than his own!
On a rare weekend, Wang Ling used his watch to open Father Wang's novel and read it. He was surprised to find that Father Wang had not updated the chapter today.
He scrolled down the webpage, and sure enough he saw that the comment section of the novel "The Live Life of the Immortal King" was full of complaints.
Book friend "Xiaobai is very exaggerated": Wang Situ didn't update anymore today? Tell me if there is no update, waiting for an update is the most painful thing!
Book friend "The Dream to Stop the War": Shocked! The author of a certain online novel has not updated it until now. Is this the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality
Book friend "Gold flows in July": I have been chasing a book by an author called Three Days and Two Sleeps. As I kept chasing, I found out that this author has established two days of sleep... Wang Situ, you have to hold on. !
Book friends “It’s important to check the author’s dark room for coding”: everyone, please pay attention to the quality! Swearing is wrong! Let me see, why don't we find two people to guard the author's door, and then wait for the author to come out, put a sack on the author, and take out the "soup"!
Book friend "GGsbada": Could it be that from now on we will update once a day... OH! No!
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Wang Ling: "..."
In Wang Ling's impression, the phenomenon of Father Wang procrastinating is not unheard of, and judging from Wang Ling's summary of the update rules of Father Wang's novels over the years, usually if Father Wang updates at a normal pace, he will usually There will be no delayed or interrupted updates.
But if Father Wang has a sudden burst of inspiration one day and completes a week's worth of manuscripts in one day, then what awaits Father Wang may be a subsequent exhaustion of inspiration... In the end, Father Wang is just an ordinary person, and inspiration is so illusory. Things don’t just come. When the one-time burst of inspiration ends, Dad Wang will inevitably fall into a situation where he feels that his brain has been drained.
When it comes to writing, sometimes I really can’t rush it.
Sometimes the more you want to write something, you may find that your mind is completely blank when you really want to start writing.
For veteran website writers like Dad Wang, sometimes the reasons for postponing or interrupting updates are usually due to time reasons, such as cooperating with the website to do some offline promotion of novels. Of course, there are also plot reasons. Wang's father has been writing for many years, and Wang Ling doesn't believe that his father can't write a single word. But in this state of mind, if you have to force yourself to write something, the quality of the chapters cannot be explained to the readers.
To update or to quality, this is a question that many authors face.
After all, you can’t have your cake and eat it too.
So when Wang Ling came downstairs, he saw Wang's father sitting on the sofa with a lifeless look on his face, his head resting on his hands, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Father Wang usually finds inspiration by watching the live broadcasts of female anchors, but at this time, his favorite female anchor Xiaoxuan is not online, which makes Father Wang especially feel a little irritated...
Seeing Wang Ling coming down from upstairs, Dad Wang turned his head slightly, glanced at Wang Ling, and then patted the sofa: "Ling Ling, come and sit!"
Wang Ling knew that this was the second most popular way for Father Wang to find inspiration, which was to find people to chat with.
Normally, Wang Ma would play the role of chatting, but now that Wang Ma followed the old man out to buy groceries, Wang Ling was once again surprised to find that he had become the "spare tire"!
"Xiao Ming will come over in the evening. Your mother and your grandfather went out to buy groceries." Father Wang shook the ashes from his cigarette and said to Wang Ling.
Wang Ling said "hmm" quite cooperatively.
Father Wang, who had lost his inspiration intermittently, even the look in his eyes was different, full of gloom. This look made Wang Ling a little uncomfortable.
Father Wang squinted his eyes at Wang Ling and found that Wang Ling was two feet away from him. He couldn't help but twitch his lips: "Why are you so far away from me, kid?"
Wang Ling: "..."
Then, he stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Ling over to his side: "Why did you stick to me when you were a child? Have you forgotten?"
Wang Ling took a deep breath and chose not to care about it: "..." When he was a child, the thing that impressed him most was probably his father Wang's beard. This thing really made him nervous...
The sudden mention of things from his childhood reminded Dad Wang of many stories, and he couldn't help but laugh: "Did you know? In fact, your mother also wrote novels before."
Wang Ling cast a curious look: "Huh?"
Dad Wang: "Your mother and I have been childhood sweethearts since we were young. I know her hobbies very well. Besides, your mother also published a book when she was young, and her writing was very good! At that time, she was contacted by many publishing houses. She wrote a sequel, and your mother even drafted the outline and planned to debut under a different pen name... but she happened to be pregnant with you."
Wang Ling: "..."
(End of chapter)