Transform into a fairy girl

"Of course, the aunt across the street invites us to be guests tonight. Please prepare yourself. We will go there at 05:30." Ji's mother said to "Ji Ran".

"I don't have time to visit my neighbor's house." Xie Yuxin refused without thinking.

"You kids are all from the village. They invited us specially. If we don't go over, it would be disrespectful to them. Just go over and sit down. Don't be so stubborn." Ji's mother persuaded "Ji Ran" .

"Oh, okay, okay, it's really annoying." Xie Yuxin rolled her eyes impatiently, slammed the door, and went back into the house.

Mother Ji watched "Ji Ran" suddenly lose her temper. Some monks were confused, "What kind of temper did this good-looking girl have?"

"Okay, maybe the child is in a bad mood, don't talk about her." Father Ji stepped forward, took the broom from Mother Ji's hand, and started cleaning.

In the evening, at Mother Ji's urging again, Xie Yuxin reluctantly followed Father Ji and Mother Ji to Chen Meifeng's house across the street.

"Aunt Chen, she's causing you trouble again." Mother Ji walked into the living room and said politely to Chen Meifeng.

"Oh, what did my sister-in-law say? You are already very happy to be our guests. We don't want this kind of trouble." Chen Meifeng said with a smile, and then shouted towards the back room: "Zidong Zidong has guests. Come out and get some tea."

"Hey, here it is." Lin Zidong combed it carefully in front of the mirror, and after confirming that there were no flaws, he ran out of the room happily.

"Uncle, aunt, Xiaoran." Lin Zidong shouted politely. When he called Xiaoran, his eyes couldn't help but froze on "Xiaoran"'s face for a moment.

Xiaoran is so beautiful, no matter from which angle she looks, she is so perfect.

However, at this time, Xie Yuxin was playing with her mobile phone with her head down, without even raising her head to look at him, which made Lin Zidong feel a little disappointed.

"Of course, people are saying hello to you, stop playing." Ji's mother reminded from the side.

Xie Yuxin frowned impatiently, glanced up casually, and then lowered her head to play with her phone.

She has no interest in Lin Zidong at all. Strictly speaking, she is very annoying.

"Ji Ran" was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone. She didn't respond at all to Lin Zidong's inquiries, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Originally, Lin Zidong was inexplicably nervous when he saw "Ji Ran", but now "Ji Ran" was so cold and indifferent to him, making Lin Zidong even more embarrassed.

"Zidong, don't pay attention to her. She's in a bad mood today. Don't be surprised." Upon seeing this, Ji's mother quickly smiled and said Yuan Cheng.

"Oh, it's okay, everyone has a bad mood sometimes, it doesn't matter." Lin Zidong said with a smile.

"Zidong, I heard that when you are writing at home, what do you write for? Are you writing for newspapers or submitting articles to magazines?" Ji's father asked with great interest. He didn't see this young man from the opposite door going out on weekdays. He was usually his mother. He was coming in and out. Occasionally when his mother was not around, he would order takeout, and every takeout would be delivered to his door. Later, he thought it was troublesome to open the door, so he actually dug a hole in the door. Later, the takeout delivery guy came. You don't even need to open the door, just deliver the takeout directly through the small hole.

Once Lin Zidong's mother went on a trip, and he didn't leave the house once for more than ten days. Later, when his mother came back to clean the room, she packed ten big bags with garbage alone. It was really weird.

Dad Ji saw Lin Zidong sitting at home alone all day without going out to work, but where did his money come from?

His mother gave it to him

Or can you really make money by doing creative work at home?

"Haha, no, I write on the website, update a certain number of words on time every day, and then rely on readers' subscriptions to make a living." Lin Zidong explained with a smile.

"Oh, it turns out he's an online writer. I've heard about it. It seems that online writers are very profitable. I watched an entertainment program before and there were four online writers. They were about the same age as you. They all seemed to make a lot of money. One of them seemed to be making a lot of money. The third young master of the Tang family earns tens of millions a year, right?" Ji's father seemed to know something and looked at Lin Zidong with interest and asked.

When Lin Zidong heard this, he broke into a cold sweat.

Although they are all called Internet writers, there is still a big difference. The third young master of the Tang family is called the Supreme God, a peak-level god. However, compared with others, Lin Zidong can only be regarded as a small fool. Where is the comparison?

Moreover, it is said that the annual salary of the third young master of the Tang family has already exceeded [-] million. It is obvious that Ji's father's understanding is still at the level of seven or eight years ago.

"Haha, uncle, that's not the case. Those you are talking about are Internet masters. They are the leaders in the Internet literary world, the top writers, but I am not. I am just an ordinary Internet writer. No, strictly speaking, I should I can be considered an online writer, but I haven't reached the level of a writer yet." Lin Zidong smiled shyly and said sheepishly.

When Xie Yuxin heard Lin Zidong say this, she felt that he was speaking humanly, so she raised her head and glanced at him.

These days, some people are not very good at it, but they keep talking about writers, just like writers and Meituan delivery guys. They are so easy to be. In fact, only a handful of people can really be called writers. It can be counted that, as far as the current Internet writing circle is concerned, among the millions of writers, there are only one or two thousand who can really be called writers.

Things like Leek Kezi and Nalan Ruyu are basically all big hits. You would blush if you said you were a writer, let alone those like Lin Zidong who are even more crazy.

"Oh, it's okay. You are still young. If you work harder, you will catch up sooner or later." Ji's father smiled and encouraged.

Lin Zidong smiled, but felt guilty, wanting to catch up with the third young master of the Tang family

What kind of international joke are you kidding?

There is only one such great author in a hundred years. It is not much more difficult to catch up with him than to catch up with the Rockets.

"Zidong, come here, bring the food." Soon after, Chen Meifeng's voice came from the kitchen.

Lin Zidong responded and went to the kitchen.

"Open the wine and pour it for Xiaoran's father first. You guys drink first." Chen Meifeng took out a bottle of good wine and said.

Lin Zidong frowned when he saw the wine.

"Mom, this is the first time this person is a guest at our house. How can we serve Moutai like this before?" Lin Zidong looked at Chen Meifeng and asked.

"Those Moutai are genuine and are intended to be given to your mother-in-law in the future. If you drink them now, why would you give them to me in the future? That wine is so expensive, a bottle costs tens of thousands." Chen Meifeng glared at Lin Zidong and said.

"Oh, stop nagging, where is Maotai?" Lin Zidong asked with a frown.

Just as the mother and son were arguing, Mother Ji walked to the door and said, "Aunt Chen, don't make too many dishes. If you can't eat anything, just cook something casually."

Seeing Mother Ji coming over, Chen Meifeng smiled and shook her head, "No, it's just home-cooked food."

"Where's the wine?" Lin Zidong asked again.

Chen Meifeng was embarrassed to refuse in front of Ji's mother, so she had to take the Maotai wine out of the cupboard.