It was summer, and the girl was sitting in front of the desk wearing a cool beige sling. Her white and slender legs were dangling on the stool, and her ten pink and clean toes underneath were stretched and curled up.

There is a notebook in front of the girl. In the notebook is the novel she is updating. In the word count column, there are only a very pitiful three thousand words.

Today is the day when my roommate leaves school, and the dormitory is empty except for Xia Xingruo.

She originally planned to save up 20,000 words while no one would disturb her today!

But it's almost twelve o'clock in the morning, and there are only 3,000 words in the document.

This can’t be entirely her fault! The girl thought to herself.

Xia Xingruo just woke up at noon when she saw the junior student named Zhang Mingyang texting her: Senior sister, you were so awesome last night.

Can she endure such explicit teasing?

How can she show the majesty of her senior sister if she endures it!

But after the fight came back, the other person said: Senior sister, what are you talking about? Why can’t I understand? I said you stayed up late too late.

Xia Xingruo was so angry that she rolled back and forth on the bed!

But even though she was very angry, she found it interesting to chat with this junior fellow student.

Not only were all the jokes she threw out perfectly picked up by the other person, but even the topics he mentioned in the chat were of interest to her.

We chatted until dawn last night, and she still had more to say.

This is especially true during the day.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, I first set a small goal of 20,000 words. No one will disturb me in the dormitory today. I will definitely complete it with good quality and quantity.

At 12 o'clock in the morning, chat.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, chat.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Xia Xingruo, Xia Xingruo, you can't do this anymore. The new book has just been published, and I don't have many manuscripts in hand. The readers are still waiting for you to put it on the shelves, so hurry up and type!

Three o'clock in the afternoon, chat.

Four o'clock in the afternoon, chat.

As a result, in the end, the day was about to end, and we were still far, far away from the goal of 20,000 words.

This is definitely not her problem! If the junior classmate hadn't insisted on chatting with her, could she have been so deep in it that she even forgot the code words?

It was almost 12 o'clock, so I decided to start coding all night from 12 o'clock. I would never chat again, and I would not sleep until I coded 20,000!

Cat in the alley: Senior sister, when I arrive, as a volunteer, do you have to come to the school gate to help the junior students carry their luggage? [Picture]

Click on the picture to see the boy's tidy room and his packed suitcase.

This was the first time she saw a boy's room. Was it like this? It looked very ordinary.

Bai Zhi: Aren’t there still two months left for freshmen to start school? Why have you packed your suitcase so early and are going on a trip?

The cat in the alley: I haven’t seen my senior sister Ruoruo for many days, and I can’t help but miss her, so I want to go to school to see my senior sister as soon as possible.

Bai Zhi: Are you teasing your senior sister again? You haven't seen me yet. How come we haven't seen each other for many days? If you can come tomorrow, I will help you carry your luggage up personally. [Knocking]

Xia Xingruo smiled proudly, feeling that she had finally won back the victory during the chat.

Cat in the alley: Thank you senior sister first. When I arrive tomorrow, senior sister must remember what I said today.

Bai Zhi: Do you really want to come?

Bai Zhi: No, you are serious!

Bai Zhi: Hello!

After waiting for a long time, the message was lost, and the other party showed no intention of replying. He seemed to be asleep.

Xia Xingruo's thoughts were a little confused.

What if Zhang Mingyang lied to him and didn't come in the end?

What if it really comes?

Forget it, let’s talk about tomorrow’s matters tomorrow. If he really comes, wouldn’t he just move his luggage? Moving!

The dizzy girl seemed to have forgotten that even if Zhang Mingyang really came, she could refuse to meet him.

Maybe she forgot on purpose.

After Zhang Mingyang didn't reply, Xia Xingruo began to concentrate on typing, and her hands on the keyboard became more agile.

...

Zhang Mingyang put away the USB drive, rubbed his red bloodshot eyes, looked at the golden clouds in the distance, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He spent one night finalizing all modules and functions of the software.

After he finished writing the plan, it was already dawn, and the instant coffee he drank last night was all on the table.

I didn't brew it, I just poured the coffee powder into my mouth, then drank the water and swallowed it.

Such intensity of work reminded him of his days in a large factory when he was young.

After working all night, his eighteen-year-old body was not tired, but his thirties-year-old heart was very tired.

When I opened the door, I heard the sound of cooking coming from the kitchen.

Adhering to the tradition of getting dumplings on the bus and noodles off, Yan Hui woke up early today to cook dumplings for her son in the kitchen.

"Why did you get up without shouting today?" Yan Hui turned her head and saw Zhang Mingyang with a tired face, and immediately realized that this was not about getting up early. She hadn't slept all night!

"Read in advance to prepare yourself, so you won't be embarrassed." Zhang Mingyang went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of honey water and drank it all in one gulp.

"Mom is happy that you want to work hard, but hard work doesn't happen in a day. You have to pay attention to your health. You're not allowed to stay up late over there, you hear me?"

After her husband's persuasion, Yan Hui finally understood.

To forge the iron, you have to be strong yourself. If you really want to take your daughter-in-law home, it is useless to rely on her alone to bring her together.

"I understand," Zhang Mingyang said perfunctorily.

For people in his line of work, let alone staying up late, he would be very happy if he could stay up a few less nights.

While waiting for the dumplings to be served, Zhang Mingyang opened Weibo and started checking his background.

Since the tea girl's Weibo, the data on his next two Weibos has not dropped much, and the number of fans and the number of retweets of the first Weibo are even increasing.

He searched and found that someone had already created it for him even with the super words #OnlineDatingGodfather.

There are two groups that support the traffic of super calls. One is those who are deceived by online dating and treat this place as a tree hole. The other is those who give their own information and conditions and look for online dating partners on the Internet.

As early as 2003, the concept of self-media has been proposed, but it was not until 2013 that the self-media industry began to take shape.

Zhang Mingyang understands that the Weibo account in his hand can now be regarded as the prototype of self-media.

In addition to the explosion of Weibo data, he also had many private messages in the background. He did not reply to any of these private messages and could not reply to them.

If he were reborn in 2014 and had such a great self-media account, he would be happier.

But now is 2010, capital has not yet seen the potential of self-media, and self-media also lacks monetization methods. It is okay to play around, but there is no need to take it seriously.

"Stop playing with your phone and eat your dumplings quickly. The car will pick you up soon."

Yan Hui brought the steaming dumplings to the table and thoughtfully mixed a bowl of dipping sauce for her son.

"This is so delicious!" Zhang Mingyang sighed, picked up the dumplings and stuffed them into his mouth. He didn't mind the dumplings too much, so he basically took one bite.

Until he went out to work for many years, his favorite food was still the dumplings made by his mother.

Different from the dumplings outside, the dumplings made by Yan Hui have beautiful wrinkles on the edges. Zhang Mingyang always feels that the dumplings with these wrinkles will taste better.

"Eat slowly. Your dad's share isn't cooked yet, so he won't compete with you."

What could be more satisfying than being praised by others for the delicious food you cooked early in the morning?

In Yan Hui's impression, his son is still the little bean who is only a few years old and hangs around him every day.

I don’t know when the original little Doudin grew to a height of over 1.8 meters. She needed to raise her head to communicate with her son.

"Yangyang, hurry up and wash up after eating. The master just called me. He has already picked me up in the car and will be at our house in about twenty minutes." Zhang Beihai walked out of the room in his pajamas and waved the phone in his hand.

"Understood." Zhang Mingyang made an OK gesture and he was almost done eating.

After washing up, I checked my luggage again and found that the car was already downstairs.

"Mom and Dad, I can go down alone, and you two can eat." After saying that, Zhang Mingyang quickly dragged his luggage out and closed the door. If he didn't hurry up, my mother would follow him in her pajamas.

Before leaving, Zhang Mingyang gave his father a look and told him to take care of your wife.

"How old is he? We don't need to send him away."

Yan Hui ignored her old man and walked to the kitchen, looking through the window at the small figure underneath.

After a while, Zhang Mingyang walked out of the corridor, and the driver helped him put his suitcase into the trunk. After the two got in, the seven-seater commercial vehicle drove away from the community.

Zhang Beihai gently hugged Yan Hui and comforted his wife who was crying silently.
Chapter completed!