Chapter 211

Seeing Zhu Lin hesitate, Wei Ming said seriously: "This is a game for the brave; it definitely requires some courage. It doesn't matter, admit you are a coward, and then go back to the starting point."

"What's the big deal, humph!" Zhu Lin stood up and neatly removed the one underneath.

She scanned the punishment measures leading to the finish line again. This was too improper; there were some she really didn't have the courage to do.

She pulled her nightgown together and glared at Wei Ming with shame and anger: "Did you come up with all this?"

Wei Ming nodded proudly; this could be considered his proud work that he racked his brains for.

Zhu Lin: "Stinky shameless, no seriousness."

Wei Ming: "Why should I be so serious in a relationship like this with you? We are an improper relationship, of course we have to play some improper games. It's my turn."

Wei Ming only jumped one grid: "Oh, kiss your opponent. Sister Lin, sorry."

Zhu Lin hadn't reacted yet when she was kissed by Wei Ming. After Wei Ming let her go, she said depressedly: "Is this your punishment? This is clearly a reward!"

Wei Ming smiled: "Who told me I'm lucky? Continue, continue."

Zhu Lin glanced at her retreat, hoping to roll three points, because that was blank and nothing needed to be done.

However, she rolled two points, and Zhu Lin's face suddenly looked bad. This punishment was too shameful.

Wei Ming was happy: "Sister Lin, I have strong hands, you bear with it."

Zhu Lin: "You, why are you still pulling my pants?"

"It doesn't sound loud through the pants."

Zhu Lin: "..."

Sister Lin's teeth were about to be crushed. It was too embarrassing. Since she could remember, her parents hadn't hit her butt. At most, her sister would do it to her when she was anxious, and she knew she couldn't provoke her eldest sister after junior high school, but she didn't expect that now, but...

However, Wei Ming knew how to rub it after hitting.

"Let go, continue." Zhu Lin rolled up her sleeves, determined to take back the humiliation just now.

However, there was more and more humiliation, and several times Zhu Lin couldn't bear it and had to return to the starting point helplessly.

While playing, both of them had no clothes on, and Wei Ming successfully reached the finish line with his thick skin. The game ended.

Zhu Lin suddenly thought of one thing: "Now you won, but so what."

Before they played, they didn't say what the reward was for winning and what the punishment was for losing.

Wei Ming thought, isn't the "reward" during the game enough? He made Sister Lin do many things she couldn't do before through the game, making her more open in matters between men and women.

She was even mentally and physically prepared to accept Ma Xiaowei at this moment.

Wei Ming fell down, covering her whole body, looking at her face affectionately: "Now I want to collect my ultimate reward."

Zhu Lin was prepared to reconcile this time, but she didn't expect that it would be so easy for the stinky boy to succeed.

But at this time, she had long lost the courage to resist. Her courage had long been used up in the game just now.

She felt that this game was a pit dug specifically for her, making her lose all her reserve and sense of morality, completely becoming a slave to desire.

When the wind and waves calmed down, it was past midnight. After extreme happiness, the two took a shower together, and both were a bit unable to sleep.

Wei Ming was thinking that he had to buy a water heater later. The bathroom space was not small, and he could get a bathtub in the master bathroom.

Now bathing depends on solar energy. After spring, when the weather is warm, he can bathe frequently. In winter, he mostly has to go to the public bathhouse.

He hadn't taken a mandarin duck bath with Sister Lin yet. It must be arranged. Anyway, he still had more than 13,000 US dollars. Let's improve the quality of personal life first.

And Zhu Lin was thinking that she might not be able to leave this boy for the rest of her life.

In fact, she had thought about it these days. Ma Xiaowei was too young and his heart was not settled. It was probably difficult for the two to achieve a positive result, so why not just find an honest person to marry.

But after the varied ways of playing tonight, she realized that she had completely fallen into his hands. In the future, no matter what kind of man she met, she would not forget the extreme enjoyment of tonight, and it would be unfair to that man.

Forget it, let it be. Drink today's wine today, and don't think about the future.

The next morning, I don't know what time it was, Zhu Lin opened her eyes suddenly: "What time is it?"

Wei Ming hugged her tighter: "Don't be afraid, it's Sunday today, no work."

Zhu Lin closed her eyes again: "That's good."

But soon it was not good. Wei Ming woke up, and he was energetic, and he started to have bad ideas again.

Zhu Lin was overwhelmed, and had to jump out of bed helplessly. No more sleeping, no more sleeping, she couldn't take it anymore. Too much water loss is not good either.

"I'll go make breakfast." She escaped the devil's claws.

As soon as she left, Wei Ming hurriedly took out the bottle of tiger bone wine from the dark compartment under the bed and drank a bottle cap.

He could handle the battle last night completely, just taking two sips preventively, to prevent trouble before it happens.

After drinking, he lay down for a while, feeling his body warm, and didn't get up until Zhu Lin called him.

"Just now I heard someone passing by the door outside, and stood for a while," she said.

Wei Ming opened the door and took a look, and after a while, he brought back a few newspapers.

"It's the newspaper delivery." He is not short of money now, so he subscribes to many newspapers and magazines. The monthly expenditure in this regard can basically cover his salary at Peking University, so he still has to buy a house, not only to put letters but also to put books and newspapers.

However, he is a bit short of RMB now, because buying a color TV almost spent all the RMB on hand, and the electricity bills for several home appliances are not small, plus the monthly phone fee, with a fixed expenditure of dozens of yuan every month.

Fortunately, he still has 13,000 US dollars. It seems he can only find the black market to exchange some money to spend.

Eh!

Wei Ming looked at Zhu Lin and suddenly had an idea.

"Linlin, how much money do you have on hand now?"

"What are you doing, using money?" Zhu Lin started to dig into her pocket. Although she knew Wei Ming earned a lot, she could also see that this kid spent even more ruthlessly, and could spend everything he had.

Wei Ming waved his hand: "It's okay, but I have some US dollars on hand. If you want, I can exchange them with you, just use the official exchange rate."

Although he could exchange more outside, thinking that people are now eager to consume at the Friendship Store, Wei Ming would rather earn less himself.

Sure enough, hearing that Wei Ming had foreign exchange here and wanted to exchange it with her at the official exchange rate, she was refreshed: "Really? Is it okay to exchange as much as I want!"

Hearing her big tone, Wei Ming hurriedly added a patch: "This is my own money, only you can enjoy it, at most add Uncle and Auntie and our eldest sister. I won't exchange it for others."

"It's just my own money, I've also saved several hundred."

Wei Ming breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you had tens of thousands. It's just a few hundred yuan. How much do you have? I'll get you the money later."

Zhu Lin: "I haven't seen US dollars yet, but how could you have US dollars?"

Wei Ming was about to explain that the US dollars were exchanged from pounds when the home phone rang. Zhu Lin looked at the phone and was eager to move, thinking, could it be that Gong from Shanghai?

"Or you answer it." Wei Ming smiled and picked up the *China Youth Daily* on the table.

Zhu Lin: "It's your phone, you should answer it. If I answer it, won't I have to give it to you?"

Wei Ming laughed, put down the newspaper and went to answer the phone. *Yo, it really is a long-distance call from Shanghai. *

But it wasn't Gong Xue's, but the editor of *Juvenile Literature*.

Zhu Lin picked up the newspaper Wei Ming had just read and saw a big headline on the front page, which read: *The Artistic Life of the New Generation Fairy Tale King, Wei Shenme! *

She couldn't help but give a "Ho," this headline is a bit big, right? Directly appointing Ma Xiaowei as the new generation fairy tale king?

Although there is indeed no fairy tale writer who can compare to his popularity recently, it is a bit too immodest. There are still many older generation fairy tale writers who are still insisting on creation.

In fact, the editor of *Juvenile Literature* also called Wei Ming specifically because he saw this report.

First is congratulations, congratulations on the overseas hot sale of *Jumanji*. As the first publication, their *Juvenile Literature* is honored.

Second is to ask for articles. Now Wei Ming only publishes a few thousand words of *Black Cat Detective* in *Children's Literature* every two months.

"This is not enough. The young readers are waiting to be fed. Everyone is looking forward to seeing more of your new works."

Wei Ming was modest for two sentences, and then said that a fairy tale he was creating could be submitted to *Juvenile Literature*.

Although this one is mainly for the overseas market, it doesn't matter if he earns a manuscript fee in China. It's blooming in both China and England.

This manuscript fee will have to wait until it is written to be earned.

However, this editor teacher directly sent money next.

"There is one more thing, that is, we hope to launch the book *Jumanji*. I hope to get your permission. We will pay the manuscript fee according to the highest standard, and the first printing quantity is as high as 500,000 copies."

They also want to take advantage of this foreign fire, plus the massive publicity of *China Youth Daily*, to stimulate the curiosity of the Chinese people, and then seek benefits from it.

In this way, the basic manuscript fee + printing quantity manuscript fee, plus Ah Long's illustrations, another thousand or so arrived. Wei Ming naturally agreed happily.

The editor said he would remit the manuscript fee as soon as possible.

Wei Ming explained to Zhu Lin happily whose phone it was: "And another manuscript fee will arrive soon, but what I just said still counts. You can exchange as much as you want."

And at this time, Zhu Lin had already finished reading the newspaper and knew why Wei Ming had so much foreign exchange. It turned out to be because of Melinda.

Although the name Melinda was not mentioned in the text, only referred to as an international student studying at Peking University who became a British children's book editor, Zhu Lin knew it must be her.

It turns out that Ma Xiaowei and Melinda have such a relationship, so they will still be in contact in the future, and to have works distributed overseas, the bond with Melinda will definitely be indispensable. "Has Melinda already left?"

Didn't expect Sister Lin to mention her actively. Wei Ming nodded: "Left long ago."

"Then will she come back?"

Wei Ming said frankly: "That's not clear. This time she personally sent the manuscript fee back, but she can remit money directly in the future. She opened a foreign account for me."

Letting others open an account, this relationship can be said to be husband and wife, right?

Zhu Lin really wanted to ask, if you meet again, will you still do that kind of thing?

However, from Wei Ming's sincere eyes, it can be seen that he will not lie to himself, and the answer is likely to be "Yes."

It was so fun on the sink, how could he refuse!

*Humph, isn't it just a sink? I might not be able to do it, but let's try the front-and-back posture on the bed first. *

Wei Ming drank porridge and took the *China Youth Daily*, and saw the headline written by Zhu Wei, almost spraying it out. *This guy is harming me, the tone is too big! *

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At the beginning of the article, Zhu Wei first listed some glorious achievements of well-known predecessors, including children's literature writers such as Ye Shengtao, Chen Bochui, and Jin Jin, and then mentioned the current situation of domestic fairy tale creation after the reform and opening up, pointing out how outstanding Wei Shenme's achievements are, and it is very rare to trigger huge repercussions at home and abroad, so he would say the statement of the new generation fairy tale king.

Among the new generation of fairy tale writers, Wei Shenme is indeed the undisputed first. Wei Ming's modesty is useless here.

Of course, at this time, a young man with the surname Zheng felt a bit jealous after seeing this headline, and always had a feeling of being robbed of luck.

Zheng Yuanjie is six years older than Wei Ming. His creation time is longer than Wei Ming's, but his fairy tale debut *Hei Hei on Honest Island* was published in the same issue of *Children's Literature* as Wei Shenme's *The Toothless Tiger*. The two can be considered fairy tale writers who debuted at the same time.

However, after that, Wei Shenme's works were published in *Children's Literature*, the big brother of domestic children's literature journals, and became the sales guarantee of *Children's Literature*.

And Zheng Yuanjie's creation was not so smooth. The response to his subsequent works was average, and he could only publish in secondary journals and newspapers.

At this time, he was seconded to work at the China Children's Publishing House and witnessed the hot sale of 500,000 copies of *Tianshu Qitan*. At this time, seeing that Wei Shenme's *Jumanji* was actually popular in England, he was so envious and jealous.

And saying something about buying a house to put reader letters, why are you so able to show off? There are so many reader letters, is one house enough? Or you buy ten houses.

Zheng Yuanjie admitted that he was sour. From this report, it can be seen that Wei Shenme is only 19 years old. He is so young. How can this make his 25-year-old self feel!

And Wei Shenme is from the countryside. It was only last year that he got an opportunity to be a security guard at Peking University. In order to buy a broken eight-hand bicycle, he started to create and drew inspiration from his fraternal twin cousins.

*Hey, why does this experience look so familiar? *

Zheng Yuanjie scratched his hair that still existed at this time, always feeling that he had heard this story template somewhere, but the *China Youth Daily* report shouldn't be plagiarized, right? It should just be a coincidence.

This is actually a foreshadowing left by Zhu Wei.

Many people know the age of the new generation great writer Wei Ming and his experience as a security guard at Peking University. Now there is another amazing security guard at Peking University, and his surname is also Wei. I don't believe readers have no thoughts.

After reading the whole report, Zheng Yuanjie was determined to cheer up and also write a hit novel.

At this time, he was conceiving a story about a naughty boy. When he saw that Wei Shenme got inspiration from his cousin, Zheng Yuanjie really wanted to get married to his partner and have a child.

Suddenly, he stared at the words "fraternal twins" and was stunned. Right, he could write a boy and a girl as a contrast, and they were still twin brother and sister. Doesn't this have dramatic conflict!

Although he hadn't thought of naming the boy Pipi Lu and the girl Lu Xixi, Zheng Yuanjie felt that his brain had many inspirations at this moment, and he keenly grasped this straw of inspiration.

Then he was interrupted. The leader called him to a meeting, and the content of the meeting was to reprint *Tianshu Qitan*.

The previous 500,000 copies had been sold out. Now the *China Youth Daily* put the big hat of "Fairy Tale King" on Wei Ming's big head. Other youth newspapers under the Communist Youth League in other places would likely reprint and spread it.

It is foreseeable that Wei Shenme's popularity will continue to rise, and the market still has great demand, so, another 500,000!

"Oh, good, good, good, Auntie will invite you to dinner later."

Wei Ming was on the phone. Zhu Lin was looking at the hundred-dollar bill. She only took two, and would send three hundred yuan to Wei Ming later. She still had to go to the bank to withdraw it; she didn't have that much money on hand.

She was embarrassed to exchange more. These two hundred dollars exchanged for foreign exchange coupons were enough to take her parents to the Friendship Store.

Wei Ming learned about the news of the reprint of *Tianshu Qitan* from Aunt Xiaoyan. 500,000 copies were about 400 yuan. The RMB that was sold out quickly recovered to four digits by publishing.

This has to thank the ability of *China Youth Daily* to bring goods.

However, Aunt Xiaoyan also warned him that although the influence of the title "Fairy Tale King" is great, the responsibility is also great.

"In the future, you are afraid that you will have to output influential fairy tale works for a long time," Aunt Xiaoyan said. The eldest nephew is considered to be set up here.

Wei Ming felt it was okay. With the publication speed of *Children's Literature* every two months, he could write *Black Cat Detective* for ten years alone.

The influence of *China Youth Daily* is indeed great, and it has also penetrated into Gong Xue's side.

She saw this report today and was sincerely happy for the influence of Ma Xiaowei's works penetrating abroad. At the same time, she also noticed the international student female editor from Peking University mentioned in the text.

This should be Ma Xiaowei's ex-girlfriend. It turns out they are still in contact, and this ex-girlfriend is still working hard for the overseas distribution of Ma Xiaowei's works. I am afraid that the love between them will not disappear easily.

Fortunately, she is also a useful person to Ma Xiaowei. I don't know if the package she sent him has arrived.

Wei Ming didn't plan to go out today. After eating, he first watched TV with Sister Lin for a while, but it was not very watchable, and then practiced some voice, stage, and performance.

Today is mainly poetry recitation. It happens that Wei Ming's *Ideal* is very suitable for recitation, but it is a bit long, but Zhu Lin remembers every sentence clearly, just because it was written by him.

It was almost noon, and Wei Ming suggested: "Let's go out to buy vegetables, walk there, just treat it as a walk."

Although it was the end of June, it was quite cool today.

Zhu Lin looked at the strawberry mark on her neck in the mirror and refused decisively. She had no face to see people. It was better to go out at night when it was dark.

Zhu Lin: "I'll read some more books, you go yourself."

Wei Ming didn't pass this reason. What's good about romance novels?

Zhu Lin: "You were too fierce yesterday, and my bones were all tossed apart. Tired, can't walk."

Wei Ming immediately smiled and pinched Sister Lin's little face: "Then you have a good rest. What do you want to eat at noon? I'll make you Mapo Tofu, okay?"

Watching Wei Ming leave, Zhu Lin smiled bitterly and shook her head. Men.

Although that sentence was mainly to coax him, it was indeed tired. It was because her body was strong. If it were some little girl from Jiangnan, she would be afraid that she would really fall apart.

Gong Xue's appearance popped out immediately.

Zhu Lin was very wary of this Gong Xue, whom she had only met once. She didn't have the tenderness of a southern woman, but perhaps that would be very attractive to northern men.

Zhu Lin glanced at the phone. You'd better make a call now. I must have a good chat with you.

As a result, the phone really rang at this time. Wei Ming had already gone far, so she could only answer it herself.

Zhu Lin answered the phone with three points of tension and seven points of expectation, and then heard a voice from the other end of the phone: "Hello, Ah Ming."

The one who called Ma Xiaowei like this should be his good brother from Guangdong, Ah Long. They had met once before when Ah Long sent the drunk Ah Ming home.

"Hello, Ah Ming just went out. Is there anything?"

"Ah!"

Ah Long recognized it. This was the beautiful big sister from that night. She was actually at Ah Ming's house again. Good guy, wouldn't they be living together? Too avant-garde!

"Oh~" Ah Long reacted and said hurriedly, "Sister-in-law, hello."

Zhu Lin didn't admit it, nor did she deny it, just blushed.

Liu Rulong paused and said: "It's like this, I finished the final exam ahead of schedule and will be on vacation tomorrow, so I thought about going to the Shanghai Animation Er Yingchang for an internship. Ah Ming said he would go with me to see the production progress of *Tianshu Qitan*. I want to ask when he will leave."

Zhu Lin hurriedly asked: "Is it the Shanghai Animation Er Yingchang in Shanghai?"

"Yes."

Zhu Lin felt sour in her heart. Could it be that going to the Shanghai Animation Er Yingchang is fake, and going to see Gong Xue is true?

Zhu Lin said again: "He went to buy vegetables. I will tell him when he comes back. Is there anything else?"

"Oh," Ah Long smiled, "You tell him that the *Black Cat Detective* wood carving has been completed. If he has time, come to the Film Academy to pick it up. I won't send it to him."

*To avoid disturbing your private life. *

"Oh, I see." Zhu Lin hung up the phone with a blushing face. She also understood.

No, she absolutely cannot stay here overnight tonight. She absolutely cannot be addicted to that kind of thing. Just gather once every few days.

Zhu Lin then entered the study, preparing to find a book to read. This time, she didn't read romance novels, but read some serious literature or professional books to lower the fire.

However, after pulling out a *One Hundred Thousand Whys*, Zhu Lin saw a black, fuzzy thing tucked behind the book.

"What is it?" Zhu Lin took it out curiously.

A black ball immediately turned into two black strips, and it was silky and smooth, with excellent texture.

"This is..." Zhu Lin made a bold assumption, "Could this be silk stockings?"

She also had nylon stockings, but none were as long as this. Could this reach the root of the thigh? And so black!

Suddenly, Zhu Lin thought about why this thing was hidden behind the book by Wei Ming. It must have been left by Melinda.

She gave a hum, put the thing back, thought about it later, took it back, and then tried to put it on her legs.

"Is this really good-looking?" Zhu Lin compared it suspiciously.

Just put on one, suddenly, the phone rang at this time.

Zhu Lin hurriedly went to the living room to answer the phone.

A middle-aged man's voice came from there: "Hello, Little Ming, it's Dad."

(End of chapter)