Film and television drama writing assistant

Chapter 214
"Good boy." Uncle Li got up and walked around the two rooms. The sanitation inside was well maintained, the quilts were neatly folded, there was no debris on the table, and there were some steamed buns in the basin. .

"You steamed this yourself?" Picked up one and squeezed it, it felt soft, took a bite, not sour, chewy, and a little sweet.

"Pure white flour?"

"Yes." Meng Donglai nodded.

"Although you are alone now, you must be frugal, so that you will have savings to marry a wife later." Uncle Li persuaded earnestly, "Your parents' pension will come down soon..."

"Uncle Li, don't worry, I won't be extravagant." Meng Donglai laughed.

"That's fine. Since you understand everything, I won't say more." After speaking, he got up and was about to leave.

"Stay here for lunch, I'll let you try my handicraft." Meng Donglai asked to stay.

"I've tried it, and the steamed buns are very good. With this technique, I won't be hungry. I'm very relieved." Uncle Li raised the steamed buns in his hand and took another bite, whimpering, "It's really good."

The two walked to the gate: "Come over to sit at home if you have nothing to do, Niu Niu said that she misses you."

"No problem, I'll go when I'm free."

Niuniu is Uncle Li's youngest daughter, five years younger than Meng Donglai, and still in school.

After seeing off Uncle Li, and returning home, he was about to pick up the bangdi to continue practicing, when another greeting came from outside the door: "Xiao Meng, Xiao Meng, take a look."

Just as Meng Donglai got up and was about to go out, a beautiful woman rushed in hastily.

"Sister Xiao'e, what happened?"

"Look, did you write this article?" Lou Xiaoe held a newspaper in her hand, pointing to a short prose titled "Missing".

This article is Meng Donglai expressing his longing for his parents by using the scenery as a metaphor. The emotions in it are very rich, and people will empathize immediately after reading it, and arouse strong resonance.

In order to achieve the ultimate effect, he also spent 3000 monthly bills to upgrade his writing skills to LV3.

"I read this article from you. Is this 'Xiang Xiaoyuan' your pen name?"

"That's right." Meng Donglai nodded in response.

Before, he deliberately borrowed newspapers from Lou Xiaoe, and Lou Xiaoe asked him what he was doing with the borrowed newspapers, and he replied that he had written some articles, and wanted to find the address of the newspaper to submit articles to earn some manuscript fees.

This answer immediately attracted Lou Xiaoe's attention.

Other people in the yard borrow newspapers from her, usually for plastering walls, making shoe samples, wrapping things, etc. This is the first time Meng Donglai has used it for this purpose.

Then she followed to the front yard and read Meng Donglai's manuscript.

As the only daughter of a big capitalist, there is no doubt about her education level. In special times, marrying Xu Damao, who has a higher status, is only the "best choice", not because of love.

She and Xu Damao have nothing in common.

What she likes, Xu Damao, is not interested at all, and she is also very bored with Xu Damao's day-to-day pursuits.

When she saw the prose written by Meng Donglai, she immediately felt that she had found a bosom friend.

In addition, Meng Dong is learning musical instruments by himself, and she also happens to like music, so these days she will come to Meng Dong to chat when she has nothing to do.

"I just said that your prose is very good, and the newspaper will definitely accept it." Lou Xiao'e was as happy as if her own submission had been accepted: "What does this Xiang Xiaoyuan mean?"

"All the fragrances shake off Duxuanyan, taking all the charm to Xiaoyuan." Meng Donglai recited a poem.

"Sparse shadows slant horizontally, water is clear and shallow, and dark fragrance floats in the moon dusk." Lou Xiaoe answered.

"Shuangqin steals his eyes first if he wants to go down, and the pink butterfly will break his soul if he knows it." Meng Donglai followed.

"Fortunately, Wei Yin can meet each other, and we don't need sandalwood boards to share the golden cup." Lou Xiao'e continued the last sentence, and at this moment, her eyes lit up when she looked at Meng Donglai.

"What are you doing?" The uninvited guest standing outside the door interrupted their empathy.

"Brother Xu, Sister Xiao'e asked me the meaning of my pen name, and I answered it." Meng Donglai pretended not to see the hostility in Xu Damao's eyes, and replied with a simple and honest expression.

"Do you think I'm stupid? The answer is to chant poems together?" Xu Damao's tone was full of jealousy.

"Da Mao, don't make trouble for no reason." Lou Xiao'e interrupted Xu Damao's questioning.

"Am I making trouble for no reason?" Xu Damao yelled at Lou Xiao'e?
"I don't want to quarrel with you." After speaking, he turned around Xu Damao and walked towards the backyard.

Meng Donglai looked at Xu Damao with a smile, his smile was very innocent.

But Xu Damao was choked with anger.

The man's intuition told him that Meng Donglai had bad intentions, but he didn't have any evidence, so he could only chase his wife away angrily.

"How old is he, how old are you?"

From afar, Meng Donglai heard Xu Damao scolding Lou Xiaoe.

"Xu Damao, you bastard!" Lou Xiao'e cursed directly, not knowing if she had been poked into something.

The two gradually drifted away until they couldn't hear it, Meng Donglai put away his smiling face and said to himself: "My small garden will not be completely occupied by plum blossoms, it must be full of blooming flowers."

In fact, Xu Damao's intuition was right just now, Meng Donglai was flirting with Lou Xiaoe.

Just look at the notes to that poem.

All the flowers are withered, and only the plum blossoms are in full bloom against the cold wind. The bright and gorgeous scenery takes up the scenery of the small garden. ...When the bird wants to fly down, it first takes a peek at the plum blossom... If the butterfly knows the beauty of the plum blossom, it will definitely lose its mind. ...Fortunately, I can chant in a low voice, and get close to plum blossoms....

No matter which woman she is, in that situation, she will put herself in the role of plum blossom.

Such a vague and obvious hint, coupled with Meng Donglai's 1.8 meters tall, muscular figure, and incomparably handsome face, doubled his lethality.

In future generations, no young woman can withstand the attack of this little fresh meat.

The same is true now of course.

Fortunately, Xu Damao didn't understand the meaning of this poem stupidly. If he were the third master, he would definitely be able to understand it. He would definitely have a fist fight with Meng Donglai.

"Boss, is this kind of thing so interesting?" Yudu started her curious baby conversation again.

"Don't worry about these things, okay?" Meng Donglai was very helpless, feeling that the child was too old to be coaxed.

"For decades, every time you do this kind of thing, the secretion of body hormones will change, the heartbeat will also change, showing obvious excitement, and..."

"Stop, stop, stop, if you continue like this, I will put you away." Meng Donglai threatened.

"Okay." Jade Document said pitifully.

She is now an intelligent program with emotions. Meng Donglai usually puts it outside to observe the world, but every time he hears her asking questions about emotions, he gets very dizzy.

"I see that you have been very busy recently. We will start digging tunnels tonight and build an underground laboratory for you. You can do research well and don't always think about observing my life."

(End of this chapter)