Song Tan Jishi

The temperature in Yunqiao Village is already close to subzero, and it will only get colder in the Imperial Capital. Fortunately, the heating here has been turned on early, so as long as you don't go out, the room is quite comfortable.

 It’s just too dry.

Lu Chuan stood up after exercising as usual, feeling that his throat and nose were filled with dry air. But he has been accustomed to heating for many years, so why does he feel so sharp this year?

 There is no other way but to have someone deliver another humidifier.

But there is also an advantage to cooling down, that is, you don’t have to worry too much about taking care of the flowers on the terrace. In addition to a few camellias that are working hard to expand their buds, there are also a few chrysanthemums whose leaves have withered and turned yellow, but their flowers have not withered yet.

The rest is either like a rose, with only a sparse leaf left, or like a hydrangea, with only a bare and pruned pole left.

As for some tropical foliage plants, they have been moved indoors early, otherwise they will cool down when the north wind blows.

Lu Chuan coughed twice and couldn't help but take another sip of water. Dry, really dry. Standing on the terrace, although the temperature is low, the humidity is slightly better than inside the house. There were still bits of frost condensing on the pot at the edge of the terrace. However, after standing there for a while, the north wind blew, and when he returned to the house, he found that his nose was also red.

 Lu Chuan:…

 Fortunately, there have been too many speechless moments about his body in the past six months, and he has become indifferent now.

 Here, the doorbell rang.

 Opening the door, the familiar courier boy was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but say something more:

“Mr. Lu, I see you are at home every day. Why don’t you go for a walk and bask in the sun if you have nothing to do?”

He was very sincere, and even gave an example: "Your skin is too fair and thin, and you have taken good care of it. I know you young people will take care of yourself now... But we men can't just focus on appearance, our physical fitness must also be improved. Look at you, why do you still have a cold in this heated room? This nose is red..."

 Lu Chuan:…

 I may not be as good as you in delivering express, but I also exercise seriously for an hour or two every day. And I didn’t clean up my face, I just washed it and applied moisturizer since it was winter.

 Besides, this red nose is not a cold!

Can you say that you were standing outside, and the north wind was so strong that it forced you to blow red?

Can you tell me? Not a single one can be said.

Even the other party smelled of tobacco and various mixed odors. He smelled it suddenly, and couldn't help but cover his nose and cough twice.

“Look, look!” The other party expressed concern: “It’s so warm in this room, you can’t stay in it all the time! Your immunity is weak, and if you take your head out to blow the wind, you’ll get a headache and a fever...”

He stuffed the box and said, "You sign for it, then listen to me later, wrap yourself in a big cotton hat and jacket, and go out for a walk every day..."

Lu Chuan smiled, his handsome eyebrows were trimmed, and he asked the courier guy opposite to shake his head. He couldn't help but unzip his jacket again, and took out a B-ultrasound photo:

“Mr. Lu, you are so handsome! If you don’t mind, please touch my child’s photo so that she will look better when she grows up.”

 It’s far away from the big picture.

　　When he told the group about this, Qin Yun laughed and croaked beside him.

What’s more, “Quack Quack” smiled like an old duck and was still asking questions enthusiastically.

“What about you? Have you touched someone’s photo? Oh, I have to touch it, because they are full of fatherly love!”

"Besides," the other party suppressed a smile: "When my wife was pregnant, she put up a bunch of posters of handsome men and beautiful women in her room. She looked at them every day, saying that the children born this way would be more handsome... Oh, hey, you With your face, why don’t you stop writing books and go into the entertainment industry. Lao Qin and I will write scripts for you and attract investment for you."

 They were chatting happily on the phone: "We will try to make you a top-notch one too!"

As he was talking, Qin Yun suddenly laughed on the phone again and cried: "No... the key is not to touch the photo, but what he took out was the B-ultrasound photo. Hahahahaha! This express delivery The young man is quite honest..."

 What’s more, he laughed even more wildly.

"That's not right!" The other party suddenly reacted: "You are receiving express delivery again. Did Yunqiao Village send something again?"

 What did you send?

Lu Chuan thought that this time there was not only express delivery, but also a sentence on WeChat:

  【I remember that you love to plant flowers, do you need cow and sheep dung? And chicken manure. 】

This is true. How do people answer this?

 He replied decisively: [Thank you, I need it. 】

 There is probably not much work to do now, and winter is leisurely, so it is difficult for the other party to reply quickly:

　　【Okay, do you have time a year ago? Come to my house to eat pig-killing vegetables and carry two bags of manure back home. ]     Listen to this, is it logical?

 In short, Lu Chuan did not dare to tell his two friends.

 But his silence speaks volumes. For example, He Fu also reacted now and quickly raised his voice: "Come on, what good stuff is there?!"

Lu Chuan said calmly: "It's nothing, just a few kilograms of arrowroot powder and a few tubes of hand cream."

 The main theme is to give away whatever you get.

 Good guy, this made the other two cry with envy.

"Is this nothing? "Just" "a few kilograms"... You understand language, right? Do you think you are speaking human language?"

“You know, Lao Qin and I were fighting for kudzu powder, and our brains were almost knocked out, but the Internet speed couldn’t keep up!”

"That's right!" Qin Yun was also angry: "How come you still have a few hand creams? They are all packed in trial sizes and haven't been sold yet!"

 “What a thief!”

Not to mention the resentment: "If I had known that a hero saving a beauty could save a whole year of delicious food, I would have rushed forward no matter what..."

Is it beauty that saves? In a hurry, at a critical moment of life and death, if you try too hard, who can still remember your face?

 Don't say he didn't remember him, they probably didn't remember what he looked like.

At this moment he asked sincerely:

“They invited me to eat pig meat. Do you think I should go? They also said that I can bring friends. How can I be embarrassed?”

 “Oh shit!”

Qin Yun and He Kua both hammered the ground and cried loudly, wanting to grab him by the collar and shake him desperately.

 “If you don’t go, I’ll go!”

 “Take me, take me!”

The corners of Lu Chuan’s lips curled up, feeling quite satisfied at the moment:

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ding.

 “Dad!”

"dad!"

He then smiled and said slowly, "Okay, then let me ask if I can bring two more?"

But before that…

“Save more manuscripts, don’t be unable to write them when the time comes. The three of us will ask for leave together.”

Not to mention not panicking at all: "You know me, I can easily earn 20,000 yuan a day. When will I go? I can just save the manuscript a few days in advance."

Qin Yun didn't care: "I'm with the group this year, but I haven't planned to write a new book yet. Let's talk about it next year."

 Then he remembered something and asked quickly:

“The filming of my TV series has been completed and is now in post-production. How are you doing here?”

 Update 2, happy afternoon! Continue to try to break through 0 saved manuscripts...