Chapter 713: Planting Something in the Heart

Da Mai ate the spiced meat buns, occasionally picking up a piece of cooked food, mixed with the noodles she made herself, eating very happily, with a bit of small excitement. After all, she was always lazy and didn't eat very well, very richly, mostly just making do. Only when Nana occasionally brought back some things would she eat a little bit.

Eating without talking, especially when two strangers were sitting opposite each other, was more or less awkward. Although Da Mai was relatively closed off, she hadn't reached the level of depression, and she still felt a bit uncomfortable.

Looking at Wang Yan, who was sitting opposite, eating big mouthfuls of food while looking at the news on his phone. After thinking about it, she said: "You have a great appetite, you eat so much."

Wang Yan's gaze left his phone and fell on Da Mai: "It's alright, I went out for a run this morning, exercised, and my appetite got better. You have those dark circles, like a baby panda, it's clear you've been staying up late, and you didn't sleep all night last night, right? If this continues, you will definitely get sick. I think you should carefully adjust your work and rest, so that you can have a good body and a good appetite."

It was like two people who didn't know each other, in a closed elevator, breathing was suppressed. He knew Da Mai's awkwardness. If it were a long, long time ago, he would also be awkward, but later he gradually learned "as long as I'm not awkward, it's you who are awkward," which is thick-skinned, shameless.

Actually, it was mainly because Da Mai was relatively sensitive. Men and women are different after all, and she was a female author with a brain hole. His enthusiasm before was enough; any more would easily be counterproductive and cause disgust, which would be bad. It's not easy to gain favor, but it's very easy to gain disgust. Once a bad impression is planted in someone else's heart, it's not easy to save it, so the degree between this must be grasped.

For Wang Mouren, this belongs to the passive skill of not needing to use his brain, honed by many vicissitudes of life...

"Thank you." Seeing that he was serious, Da Mai thanked him and explained: "You also know that I write internet novels, I can't control my work and rest. I often sit for a day and can't write much, and at night I have to update, so I have to write some in a hurry. Little by little, it gets later and later, later and later, and harder and harder to write..."

"Understand, it's like students on summer and winter vacation, always writing homework frantically in the last few days of school, finishing three oil pens in a few nights." Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, not forgetting to stuff a beef bun into his mouth, while signaling her to eat more, "I personally think, you should still adjust well and write it out during the day. But I think you will still say you can't write it out."

"The plot has thousands of threads, and there is no way to unfold it well. You are in a dilemma, not knowing how to describe the grand narrative of earth-shattering and magnificent scenes in your mind. You delete and change what you write hesitantly, and if you don't send it out, you can't make money, and if you send it out, readers will scold you for being watery..."

Listening to Wang Yan laughing and saying her writing state, Da Mai's eyes widened a little, and she said with some surprise: "How do you know? Do you write internet novels too?"

"No, I just read some internet novels and have some understanding. After all, there are many people who read novels,"

"I am now in the state you described, perhaps I am really not suitable for writing novels..."

Wang Yan smiled and asked: "How many years have you been writing?"

"Four years, I guess. I was writing in college, but it wasn't published. After graduation, I didn't want to find a job, couldn't handle those things, so I embarked on this path."

Da Mai poked the noodles with her chopsticks, her tone lost, but she didn't forget to correct: "It was after graduating from college, I've been writing for more than four years."

She was relatively rigorous...

"Being able to write for more than four years, being able to support yourself, being able to run here to rent a homestay to write, shows that you can eat this bowl of rice. It's not a matter of suitability, I think perhaps you didn't find the right path."

Facing Da Mai's confused gaze, Wang Yan continued: "Look at what you want. If you want to make money, then write whatever is popular. With your level of four years in the industry, it's not a big problem to make a living. But if you want to be popular, it's difficult, and if you want to be popular for a long time, it's even more difficult. I see that you still love writing, so it's very important to have a calm mind. How does that saying go? You just work hard, and leave the rest to heaven."

"Your state of mind will affect your writing. Being able to write for four years already proves that you are a mature internet writer—oh, sorry, a mature internet writer—who can earn enough money to support your life. So in the case of not worrying about food and drink, I still think you should adjust your work and rest, have a good mood, instead of locking yourself in the room all day, racking your brains alone, and being depressed. Your state of mind will be reflected in your writing. You can write during the day, and at night you can wander around, blow the wind, and relieve fatigue. You can also read more books and learn, which is helpful for your writing."

"Anxiety is unnecessary. Let's be realistic, you are a female comrade, and in terms of social survival, you don't have the pressure of buying a house, buying a car, or paying a bride price..."

Wang Yan was already pouring chicken soup, chattering a lot. He was intentional, and also unintentional. If Da Mai's looks weren't good enough, then no matter what, it wouldn't be cute, wouldn't be dazed, and without this face as a bonus, her dazed eyes would just be clear stupidity.

Having walked the rivers and lakes for many years, Wang Yan's ability to bluff wasn't for nothing. He wasn't really bluffing; it was really that he had seen a lot, experienced a lot, and spoke with purpose. What he said really made people believe.

Da Mai was bluffed under such purpose. Eating unconsciously, listening to Wang Yan's various inspiring remarks, immersed in the beautiful picture he conceived for her.

A girl in her twenties without much social experience couldn't withstand the old king turtle with nearly a thousand years of Taoism no matter what...

Xu Hongdou, who had slept well all night, turned over and lay flat, let out a big yawn, kicked her legs, tightened her body, and stretched her arms, pulling the muscles that were sore from excessive walking, feeling sour and satisfied. She hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time. In the past, when she woke up, she was still very tired, unlike the full spirit now.

Looking at the ceiling and emptying her head, she was dazed for two minutes, which was enough to fall asleep in the past. She rubbed her eyes, took the phone charging at the head of the bed to her eyes with her fair arms, and looked at the time; it was only 7:16.

She had slept well, and it wasn't cold now, so she didn't continue to lie on the bed. Because she knew very well that if she lay down again, her head would be dizzy.

She drank a few gulps of mineral water, took her morning tea bag and thermos, rubbed her head, smoothed her long hair, walked out to solve her personal problems, simply washed her hands, rubbed her face, made herself more energetic, and walked toward the kitchen.

Passing by the kitchen window, she subconsciously looked inside and saw Wang Yan's back, and a long-haired woman she hadn't seen before sitting opposite him, who looked quite good.

Using the elimination method, she immediately understood that the girl who was laughing happily was the internet writer who didn't show up last night and lived in Room 4 of the Windy Courtyard.

If she wasn't mistaken, Wang Yan was chatting happily with this internet writer?

She blinked her eyes hard twice, well, she really wasn't mistaken.

She walked into the kitchen in a few steps and laughed: "What are you talking about? You look so happy."

"Talking about life, chatting about ideals." Wang Yan smiled, looking at Da Mai, who was still wanting more, and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Da Mai, who lives in Room 4, an internet writer who is working hard to be an internet writer. Da Mai, this is Xu Hongdou, we came together yesterday, living in Room 6."

Listening to Wang Yan's introduction, Da Mai smiled shyly and nodded to Xu Hongdou: "Hello, I'm Da Mai."

"Hello, I'm Hongdou." Xu Hongdou responded with a humorous bacterium, then continued, "We are quite destined. Da Mai, Hongdou, both are grains."

In the past, she had discussed the issue of fate with the lively and imaginative Chen Nanxing. They both had the idea of a Prince Charming, but later she didn't believe it, but Chen Nanxing always kept it in mind.

However, with the coincidental encounter yesterday, it was hard for her not to believe in fate.

Seeing Da Mai nod and bury her head in eating, seeming to have returned to her previous dull state, Wang Yan tilted his head and looked at Xu Hongdou: "I thought you would sleep until nine or ten o'clock. I didn't expect you to get up so early. I bought quite a lot of breakfast, sit down and eat together."

"Wait for me to boil some hot water to make tea." Xu Hongdou walked to the side to fiddle with the electric kettle to get water, "I didn't expect to get up so early either. Not only did I get up early, but my state is also very good. I feel very energetic. Since I started working, I have never felt so good."

"It's just that you were too tight before. How about it, did you walk so much yesterday, are your muscles sore?"

"Sore, but it feels good."

Xu Hongdou finished filling the hot water, turned around, and walked over slowly, sitting down beside Wang Yan.

Wang Yan's mouth raised slightly, and he took a bowl of tofu pudding for Xu Hongdou.

He was sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, his spirit was superhuman, and his ability to receive and process information was extremely powerful. According to general martial arts novels, it was called "entering the subtle."

He knew when Xu Hongdou went to the washroom just now, and he knew even more when he looked through the window when he was outside the kitchen. And the frequency of Xu Hongdou's footsteps entering the kitchen and her footsteps now were not the same.

Sometimes, people actually don't know some of their true inner thoughts. But the body's subconscious movements all explain it. For example, the small heart that stopped beating, the small footsteps that accelerated...

Wang Yan certainly didn't have the ability to make people fall in love at first sight. This was the same thing he had said to different women. He was a late-blooming player, relying on his bottomless, increasingly addictive, damn charm.

Three days or two days certainly weren't enough to explain anything, but something could be planted in the heart...

Xu Hongdou didn't know what the man beside her was thinking. She tore the disposable chopsticks, looked at the food on the table, and asked: "Did you buy it from the restaurant that the person selling barbecue yesterday said?"

"Yiwei Restaurant, not far from Gesanghua Restaurant."

"Well, the taste is not bad, quite delicious." Xu Hongdou ate the spiced meat bun, noticing that Da Mai, who was sitting opposite and burying her head in eating, hadn't spoken since she came in and said hello. She said: "Da Mai, I see your complexion is not very good, didn't you rest well?"

"Ah? Yes. Stayed up late coding." Da Mai picked up the big bowl that could hold her pretty face, shoveled it a few times, stood up, took the bowl to the sink, and washed it.

She finished the action cleanly and neatly, put away the bowl and chopsticks, turned to Wang Yan and said: "That, Wang Yan, you guys eat slowly, I'm going back to sleep."

She waved her hand, nodded to Xu Hongdou again, and walked away straight.

Seeing Da Mai leave, Xu Hongdou asked: "She doesn't seem very willing to talk to people?"

"Well, she is a bit introverted."

"Then how did you two chat so happily just now?"

"Look at who doesn't chat happily with me?"

Xu Hongdou thought seriously. Yesterday, the two of them basically didn't separate. Along the way, including herself, everyone who had intersected with Wang Yan chatted very well.

"Can't it be that the people in Yunmiao Village are enthusiastic and hospitable?" She didn't count as being stubborn, this was indeed a reason.

"It's possible. However, the social skills I honed after walking the rivers and lakes for seven years must have played a role." Wang Yan nodded with a smile, joked, and then said what Xu Hongdou might not know herself, but what she wanted to know deep in her heart, "She is a novel writer, you said what else can I chat with her about? Of course, it's chatting about novels, chatting about writing, etc."

"You even understand this?"

"If I don't understand, can't I watch?"

Xu Hongdou curled her lips: "Eight bowls at noon, ancient city in the afternoon, what are you doing in the morning?"

"Wandering around the village?"

"Okay, anyway, I'm idle, and we didn't finish seeing this village yesterday."

The itinerary for the day was set. Xu Hongdou suddenly said "hey," looked at Wang Yan's attire: "You are wearing sportswear, did you go out to exercise in the morning?"

"Yes, a day's plan lies in the morning. I didn't have time to exercise yesterday, so I had time today."

"You drank a lot of wine yesterday. Looking at how casual you are, I thought you were drinking wherever you went on weekdays. In this way, you can't get up in the morning."

"Well, this is treating me as a drunkard."

Talking and laughing, the two finished breakfast, packed up, washed and changed clothes, dressed neatly, each slung a camera around their necks, Xu Hongdou also took her big thermos, left the Windy Courtyard together, and wandered around the village together.

And when they left, except for Nana who went out in a daze, the other internet writer, a singer, and an idle person who sat in meditation, were all sleeping soundly, all night owls.

Yunmiao Village is not big, but it is not small. It is not comparable to a village with only a dozen households in the north. It is also a mix of various big roads and small roads. It is not an easy thing to really walk through the whole village. However, there is no rush, and perhaps it is not very necessary.

Because development needs to be concentrated and prioritized. It is the same in a village with dozens of households. This is a problem of planning input and output.

In this Yunmiao Village, the most essential place is of course the circle near the village committee. Four restaurants are here, and several small factories are also here. Homestays are even more so, for the sake of convenience. It is no exaggeration to say that the walls of residential houses in this area are much whiter than those in the back.

Xu Hongdou didn't walk fast, and Wang Yan was also an old man walking his dog. Mainly, they still had to take pictures along the way, so the two couldn't walk very far and couldn't get out of this circle at all.

Coming out of the wood carving museum, Xu Hongdou looked at the time and said: "It's eleven o'clock, let's sit in the Windy Pavilion, rest, and then go to Gesanghua Restaurant for dinner?"

"Okay, listen to you..." ===== CHAPTER 714 =====