From Car Overlord To The World’s Top God

At this point, one page is over. Lin Feng turned over and wrote:

"Eat it?" I stared at Grandpa with wide eyes.

"Well-eat it. Chew it, swallow it with water, and swallow it in the stomach."

"Isn't that painful? I want to know that the taste of paper is not as good as eggs and burgers."

Grandpa nodded contentedly, squinted his eyes and said, "So you finally know why Grandpa stopped reading a book."

When I grew up, I thought about what Grandpa said, and found that Grandpa was too right. In order not to eat the unpleasant smell of paper, I also studied Grandpa without reading a book.

So, when I knew that Zhuang Sheng didn't just study hard, but he really ate the books into my stomach, I started to worship this man. The reason why I didn't tell Lao Li about this was that I promised my grandpa not to say it.

However, I decided to tell my grandson in the future.

Lin Feng closed the pen cap contentedly, and then laughed.

Sure enough, he is a genius.

Bang Bang!

Hathaway knocked on the door again.

"Lin Feng, you haven't finished it yet. It's been more than ten minutes." Hathaway said outside the door.

"Okay." Lin Feng answered as he stood up and opened the door.

"Here." Lin Feng handed the paper to Hathaway.

Hathaway looked at the densely packed words, but didn't say anything. Instead, she was sitting on a chair beside her and was ready to read. First, she asked:

"Is this a novel?"

"Yes."

"What's your name?"

"Um... the name... the name doesn't matter!"

"It doesn't matter how the name is!"

"Well...then think about one...um." Lin Feng frowned, "has...it's called "The Highest State of Reading""

"The highest level of reading?"

"Right." Lin Feng smiled.

Hearing this name would tell it was not pretty, Hathaway thought about it, but didn't say anything. Instead, read it slowly.

"Oh!" she screamed.

"What's wrong?"

"Quite good looking!"

"thanks."

"But. It's too short."

"Fiction... It doesn't have to be too long to be free. What people write now is too short."

"But you are only about one or two thousand, which is too short."

"Concentration is the essence... well, it's not the essence, because it's the first draft after all."

"Yeah." Hathaway nodded, then looked at Lin Feng with a grin, and said, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

"What do you think?"

"You write another one."

"Still writing!?"

"Isn't creating a pleasant thing?"

"Creation... well, but the time is too rush, what can be enjoyed for a work written in just one or two minutes?"

"Fast food culture." Hathaway concluded.

"Yes."

"But it's fine." Hathaway smiled.

"But..." Lin Feng said weakly.

"But what!!!" Hathaway gave him a white look.

"I can not write..."

"No way!!" Hathaway categorically rejected him.

"Okay. I write. Wait an hour for me."

He thought of an idea.

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he returned to his room and sat down at the desk. Then he picked up a pen and wrote the name "The Missing Woman".

"Dear friend, if you are free at this time and you happen to see here, please read this text carefully:"

Lin Feng wrote the first paragraph, feeling satisfied, and went on to write:

A friend and I have lost her name, Zhuang. She was only about 22 years old at the time, and now seven years have passed, she should be almost 30 years old. Don't admit it, my friend, she can't look like a thirty-year-old woman, she should look younger than her actual age, and it has always been like this.

At that time, she was a young woman, she was wearing a white floral collar shirt, blue jeans, and white canvas shoes. Tall and thin, with short black hair covering the back of her neck, she likes to tie her hair up. Her skin is clean and fair, white and red, her eyebrows are thin and long, and her eyes are big and round. When she laughed, there were stars hidden in her eyes, and her voice was full of voices, and the lingering sound lingered. To this day, I still can't forget her. I was with her, what a good friend I used to be. We went shopping together, ate beef noodles together, and drank soda together... We have a common language, and we never tire of seeing each other like Jingtingshan. She is gone, leaving my life forever. Because she was angry, because I said that I didn't like her, she believed it. That's silly! How could I not like her? I like her the most and I have always liked her. So, my friend, one day in the future, if you meet this woman, please help me tell her that I like her and I am still waiting for her.

One day, in a Sichuan restaurant, a restaurant I often go to, I met her. At that time, she was still the waiter in the restaurant who served dishes, a female college student who had to work part-time because of her tight life. I saw her. When I first met, I asked her, "Are you new here?" She replied that it was a part-time job introduced by a friend. I asked her name again, and she said her name was Zhuang Fu. At that meeting, we only said two or three sentences. Originally I planned to talk more, but looking at her appearance, it seemed that I didn't want to talk to me more.

Later I learned that she didn't want to talk to me more, but that she treats most people like this. She is not a person who likes to talk. Only in front of a very familiar friend would she break this state and begin to talk endlessly. Once, when we brought it up again, I took the initiative to tell her that I was the same.

Actually I am not like this. I lied to her, I am a liar. When I was very young, my 2.8 self-righteous elder brother gave me such a label, he said, I am a very cunning person. I don't know where the eldest brother saw my cunning, from an eight or nine-year-old, honest and lovely child. The eldest brother said that I was cunning, and I would not agree at the time. Now it seems that what the eldest brother said is correct. His words were literal, as if they were enchanted. As I was growing up, I really obeyed his words and slowly became a cunning person.

Sometimes I think too, in fact, adults are cunning. For example, someone like my elder brother is also a cunning guy. Obviously he is very cunning, and he slandered me when I was young. From this we can know how cunning he is. The eldest brother must also know the cunning of adults, so he would say that to me. But I don't like to say that to children. .

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