Chapter 339： Dont move here ... (1/2)

”Later, your mother talked to me and stopped writing to take care of you. Determined to be a full-time wife.” Dad leaned on the sand, and his mouth was still smoking, but his eyes were no longer there That share of decadence was a little bit more reminiscent of the happy past and happiness.

Wang Ling thought about it for a while, as if he was listening to his father's previous events for the first time. Similarly, Wang Ling did not expect that Wang's mother had written a novel before he gave birth to him, and it seemed to write quite well.

What is the name of the novel?

Wang Ling couldn't help but Chuan Yin asked, very curious.

Dad Wang held his chin and thought, ”At that time, your mother had a pen name called a man and a dice, and wrote a light novel” Xia Ji Banxian ”, which was a romantic novel. At that time, it was published.

Wang Ling: ”...”

”After it was published, the publisher sold the book unexpectedly well, but many readers wrote to complain about the pseudonym. So after that, your mother decided to change a new pseudonym before the next book begins. But At that time, your mother even wrote the outline and refused to tell me the pseudonym ... It is said to be a novel about the cultivation of rivers and lakes, and I was looking forward to it for a long time. ”

In a word, Dad crushed the cigarette end in the ashtray, and couldn't help but smile: ”I'm probably asking Xiaoming about this now, maybe he will know.”

Wang Ling: ”????”

Dad Wang: ”Do you know Time Capsules? Before your mother decided to close it, she sealed all the outlines she wrote in the capsules and gave it to Xiao Ming. At that time, the paper used by your mother to write the manuscript was very rough. Sealing can ensure that the paper will not be damaged. I guess that when I got those outlines and drafts, Xiao Ming probably read them. ”

Hearing here, Wang Ling couldn't help but twitch his mouth. If it was someone else, it would be possible for Wang Ming to do such a thing. In addition, Wang Ming is actually a novel lover. He can't practice, but he often imitates the plot in the novels to make some crazy moves.

Wang Ling's curiosity was raised again. Anyway, Wang Ming would come over anyway, and then he would pull upstairs and ask. And Wang Ling himself was also curious, how exactly did Wang's unpublished work be written.

Thinking about it, Wang Ling heard the door opening of the villa, and with a stun of Yu Guang, he pushed into the door very skillfully. The door of the cottage of the Wang family is a fingerprint lock. As the exclusive responsibility editor of the father, the father gave the fingerprint of Lie Mengmeng about two weeks ago.

Today Dad Wang has not updated at this time, so Wang Ling wants to know that Lie Meng Meng Bacheng is here to urge more.

To say that ordinary website writers do not even enjoy this kind of special responsibility for visiting the office.

”Hi! Wang Ling! You are at home!” Lie Meng Meng fangs smiled, said hello to Wang Ling, then his face turned sunny and cloudy, staring helplessly at the father: ”I said brother Wang ... you还 Not updated today? A lot of manuscripts have been saved before? ”

Slowly took a sip of coffee, and Dad replied, ”Well, it's all out ...”

Lie Mengmeng drew a corner of his mouth: ”I remember, there should be 200,000 in the draft.”

Dad: ”Well, I've run out ...”

Lie Mengmeng: ”...”

Dad Wang sighed: ”I recently came to a local tyrant reader, saying that it was one more chapter, and I was rewarded 10,000. I didn't hold back, and I lost it all.”

Lie Mengmeng covered her face: ”Brother, you have to temper! Premature **** is bad behavior!”

Dad, Wang Ling: ”...”

Lie Mengmeng: ”Go upstairs, I will help you understand the plot behind.”

Dad shook his head: ”This time it's not a story, but a new character appears in the novel, but I don't know how to perform better. It is best to find someone to perform it. I have all the props ready.”

”New character?” Lie Mengmeng thought with his chin in mind and then nodded: ”Then still follow the old rules, let me show you. What style?”

Dad: ”A gothic dark maid, Lori.”