The Transmigrated Li Jin’s Daily Farming Life

Chapter 93: The first reply was insincere, but the tone of praise was particularly sincere It's really well written

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Qin Muwen smiled shyly, planning to make another version of "Chang'e Flying to the Moon".

Li Jin stopped him and said, "Wenwen, let's write the first person in the next book."

Qin Muwen has a special talent for first-person descriptions, and he didn't even notice it himself, but fortunately Li Jin found it and was quietly guiding him in this direction.

"First-person," Qin Muwen thought for a while, and said, "I will write a first-person brother Tianluo!"

Li Jin stopped him and gave Qin Muwen a proposition.

"Write that later. You can write about your own life first and record it in small fragments."

Qin Muwen didn't quite understand: "Huh?"

Li Jin said: "It's like writing a diary, but it's not a running account, but a separate description of a certain thing that makes you feel happy and happy."

Qin Muwen said, "Write only one thing?"

Li Jin nodded: "A small clip is about three hundred words, and only one thing is written."

Qin Muwen lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then his eyes lit up.

Li Jin didn't expect him to come up with ideas so quickly, quietly standing behind the boy, looking at the cute hairpins and small letters that were born from the tip of his pen.

"On the third day of the 9th day of the 9th month of the year of Xin Chou, sunny and breezy..."

Qin Muwen wrote that at that time last year, they were still living in the village. On the third day of September, he was no longer in the medical clinic. He could go back to accompany him and his children early every afternoon.

Qin Muwen, of course, used himself as the first person. He wrote that he had finished his work, looked up at the sky, and more than once expected the sound of light knocking on the door from outside Chaimen.

I wrote that I heard the wrong voice a few times and I lost. Later, he had no choice but to go back and feed the rice cereal with a small bun.

But he didn't want to look up and saw the husband pushing open the door of the main house, holding the honey he bought for him in his hand.

A small clip came to an abrupt end here, but there was a little boyish emotion in the ordinary, which made people want to continue watching.

Li Jin praised: "This is well written."

Qin Muwen: "Husband, I also found that I wrote this more easily."

After all, they are all their own emotions, and they can directly write down their true feelings.

Li Jin said: "You can write more in the future, and I will come back at night to check the typo and wording for you."

Then organize it into a book, and you can probably go to the bookstore to contribute.

Qin Muwen didn't know Li Jin's plan, so he whispered, "A Jin, you have to keep watching."

Those are all his little thoughts. Those little emotions that he misses, likes, and love are seen by those who think in their hearts, even if they are as frank as a teenager, they will be shy.

Li Jin said, "Don't you want me to see it?"

Qin Muwen quickly shook his head, he was just shy.

Li Jin smiled and said, "Wenwen, I can stop reading it for the time being. You write yours. I'll read it later when you want to take the initiative to let me see it."

Qin Muwen hugged him and expressed her pure love.

"Actually, A Jin can watch it. I like A Jin."