My tenant is really high street and rich

"I know." Shen Weiying said, "I still know how to deal with such a small matter, but I have to tell you."

That night, after Su Xingmang returned home and helped Su Ruilin with his homework, he suddenly realized that he hadn't received a call from the old man Shen Wei mentioned all day, so he called Shen Wei again: "The old man didn't know what to do. Haven't contacted me all this time? Have you told him my cell phone number?"

"I gave it to him, but he said that he can't tell you, and that it's none of your business, he only looks for me, because I'm the one who uses these furniture and appliances now." Shen Wei didn't take it seriously in words "Don't talk to him, bro, I've seen this kind of person a lot, if you don't talk to him, he will calm down in two days."

"It's not a problem if he keeps looking for you like this. Why don't you tell me his mobile phone number, and I'll take the initiative to contact him."

"No. If he continues to talk about it later, let's talk about it." Shen Wei's focus is obviously not on the old man, "I just sent you a revised first draft, please help me look at it."

Su Xingmang glanced roughly, and initiated a video chat with him: "Well, this version is indeed much better, but I didn't read it very carefully, and I may not be able to notice many details. I think this version should be signed. There is no problem, why don't you try to apply for a visa again?"

"You feel good, then I have confidence."

Su Xingmang laughed: "That's just my personal opinion, maybe the editor has different tastes from mine."

"One editor has different tastes from you, and it's impossible for all editors to have different tastes, right?" Shen Wei was still full of confidence, "In short, I feel relieved with your words!"

"I just said it was much better, not particularly good." Su Xingmang felt that Shen Wei was still suitable for constant beating, "Do you know what is the biggest problem in your novel writing?"

"I know." Shen Wei replied quickly, "When I conceived the plot in my mind, such as when I conceived the process of the game, I was very excited and bloody, but when I wrote it out, it was flat and boring. I don’t feel excited at all. It’s like when I watch those movies, I’m so dry, but when I do it myself, I’m wilted.”

This metaphor made Su Xingmang spray the tea on Su Ruilin's desk, but luckily it didn't spray on the homework.

He hurriedly wiped the table for Su Ruilin, and forced a smile to ask Shen Wei: "You do this every time? That's not okay."

Shen Wei first subconsciously replied "Yes", and then realized something was wrong: "Are you asking me how it is every time? Every time I conceive it, I think, oh, this plot is so hot, it must be interesting to write it out. Oops, this meme is so good, there must be many readers blowing rainbow farts when it is written, but when it is written, there will be no more farts.”

Su Xingmang laughed again: "I'm talking about your last sentence, is it a metaphor or a fact?"

The other end was silent for a while, first laughed, and then said repeatedly: "It's just a metaphor, referring to some people, not myself. How could I?"

Su Xingmang still wanted to follow his words to tease him, but thinking that the two of them were not familiar enough to joke about such things casually, so he endured it and said, "You have improved a lot now. Do you know what changes in the mentality of a newcomer when writing a novel?"

"what?"

"In the first stage, I felt that I was a star of Wenqu, and the things I wrote were masterpieces, and I couldn't see my shortcomings at all. Even if the things I wrote were not recognized by no one, I felt that either the editor had no vision, or The things I write are unconventional, so the audience is small, anyway, I will never think that it is a problem with my articles. You are also like this at the beginning, right?"

Shen Wei admitted: "I was not as exaggerated as you said at the beginning, but I did feel good about myself."

"Congratulations, you have now entered the second stage, that is, you have been able to face up to your own shortcomings, you can clearly understand your own shortcomings, and you suffer from not knowing how to solve them."

"Yeah, yeah, I know that I just can't write that kind of picture that is so strong and exciting. How to solve this problem?" Shen Weizheng was troubled by this problem.

"I'm not a professional either, how do I know?" Su Xingmang thought for a while and gave his own suggestion, "Why don't you try to watch more episodes of film and television dramas? Or hot-blooded anime episodes?"

"This method is good!" Shen Wei readily accepted, "Brother Su, you are really amazing, a single sentence can give people a feeling of enlightenment."

This... No reader blows rainbow farts to him, so he turns himself into a rainbow fart?

Shen Wei asked again: "Do you have any good film and television dramas or animations to recommend? It's suitable for me."

Su Xingmang: "..."

He just said it so casually, where do you know which film and television drama or animation is suitable for Shen Wei and suitable for Shen Wei's novels?He hasn't watched much TV dramas in recent years, let alone anime.

What's more, wouldn't Shen Wei know how to search by himself?Even this has to bother others to recommend?

Just about to reject him, Shen Wei said: "I know that Brother Su's recommendation must be the most suitable and appropriate."

It sounds a bit embarrassing and useful, so I'm sorry if I don't recommend a few to him.

But he really doesn't know what to recommend!

When he turned his head and found that Su Ruilin was secretly playing games with his other mobile phone, he immediately became angry: "I said, why have you been quiet for so long? Then you secretly played games again! You don't want your eyes anymore, do you? Come here!"

Su Ruilin immediately threw the phone on the bed: "I'm not playing anymore."

"come here."

"I'm not playing anymore." Su Ruilin reiterated.

"I asked you to come over, what does it have to do with whether you play or not now? Tell you to come over!"

Su Ruilin curled his mouth and looked like he was about to cry: "I'm not coming! I haven't played anymore, why do you want me to go there and get beaten?"

Su Xingmang was a little funny, and pulled him over: "I won't beat you up, I'll let you come over and recommend a few cartoons to your Uncle Shen, the ones that you think are particularly good-looking, and you can't stop watching them with so much interest." kind of cartoon."

"That's too much!" Su Ruilin jumped at Su Xingmang's phone excitedly, "Uncle Shen, what kind of cartoon do you like to watch?"

"I don't like watching cartoons, so please help me recommend them." Shen Wei and Su Ruilin smiled playfully, resisting in their hearts. What he needed was Su Xingmang's recommendation, but in the end he even arranged for someone who had just entered the first grade of elementary school. The little fart kid who recommends cartoons to him?

Su Xingmang was helping to answer: "Your Uncle Shen is writing a novel about football..."

"What is a novel?"

"It's just... the story, he's writing a story about football..."

"Ah, I see! Uncle Shen, when I first started football lessons, my grandfather bought me a complete set of Captain Tsubasa..."

"I refuse to watch football cartoons..." Shen Wei couldn't laugh or cry.

"why?"

"Because... because I'm writing a story about football, and watching the football manga again, I'm afraid I will be affected unconsciously, and it will be troublesome if people say that I have borrowed too much..."

"What do you mean by borrowing too much?"

"It's just..." Shen Weizheng racked his brains to figure out how to explain it to a child, Su Ruilin no longer cared about the question he just asked.

"If you don't watch football, don't watch football. I can also tell you a lot of good-looking cartoons..."

"No, no, no, the cartoons you recommend must be very childish..."

"Who is naive? You are naive! Listen to me..."

Su Xingmang listened to the big and small ones avoiding the one chasing and shouting, so he simply ignored them. He took another work-specific mobile phone and answered some parents' questions. Suddenly, he felt that these questions Very targeted, they should post an article on the company's official account.

So I explained a few words to the company's staff who were in charge of writing the manuscript for the official account, and then turned around to look at the big and small ones, who were already chatting enthusiastically through the phone screen.

"Don't you think he's naive now? Do you still have such a common language with him?" He leaned over and smiled at Shen Wei at the other end.

Shen Wei seemed to want to give him a slap in the face, and he was about to fly over, but he felt that it was inappropriate to be too harsh and impatient, so he became a little softer, and there were deep bruises in his eyes and lips. Smiling: "I can't continue chatting with him. I have to force my thinking down to the level of a primary school student to communicate. I'm busy first, so I hung up."

"Should I continue to edit the novel?"

Shen Wei laughed twice: "Watch the cartoon recommended by the handsome guy."

……

Who said Su Ruilin was too naive just now?

Turning his head to see Su Ruilin, who was lying on the table staring at the screen of the phone in a daze, his expression seemed to be unfinished, but it also appeared to be frowning.

"What's wrong with you? What's that expression?" Su Xingmang touched him.

"I just remembered a cartoon that was particularly good-looking, but I can't remember the name..."

"Okay, okay, let's talk when you think about it. Hurry up and wash up and get ready to go to bed."

When the little guy finally finished washing and went to bed, Su Xingmang had some time entirely to himself and could do what he wanted to do.

But he doesn't want to do any of the planned things, but he always thinks of the knife-like but eye-catching eyes that Shen Wei gave him before, and the clear and clear laughter at the end.

**********

The next night, Su Xingmang was still concerned about Shen Wei's situation as usual, whether he applied for a visa again, whether the old man came to him again, etc.

"I applied for a visa, but the editor hasn't replied to me yet. I don't know when I will get a reply. I have been waiting so anxiously." Shen Wei swiped the author's background almost every 3 minutes after the visa application this time.

When I was a student, I was never so anxious to check my grades in exams.

Su Xingmang comforted him and told him to wait, and asked about the old man's condition.

"Today he also came to look for me." Shen Wei replied, "Not only looking for me, he seems to be wandering around the community all day long, at the door of the house, the elevator entrance, the door of the unit, the entrance of the snack bar...you can see it everywhere He, I went downstairs to walk the dog and he just followed my ass and kept talking..."

"Is he still finished? Call the police!"

"I really called the police." Shen Wei said, "But the policeman who answered the phone told me that this situation can't be dealt with for the time being. He said that if he breaks the door and enters when I'm not at home, he can report the theft. If he breaks in while I'm at home, I can sue him for trespassing. But he hasn't taken any further actions, and it's not even harassment..."

"Give me his cell phone number, and I'll find him."

"No, I told you not to talk to him."

"I want to call him, what's his phone number?" Su Xingmang insisted.

"Don't bother you to worry about these things." Shen Wei said, "I really want to spend it with him now, to see who can consume more energy than whom. If I really don't have the patience to spend it, the worst thing is to let him take everything away. I'll buy new ones. Just because I hate those second-hand ones."

"Give me his cell phone number." Su Xingmang emphasized again, "It's your business if you want to spend time with him, and now I want to meet him too."