C413 Visit

Ann Qianxi applied three layers of sunscreen every day, and the leaves couldn't resist the scorching heat of the sun.

It feels like you can cut a stick of wood on Ann Qianxi's arm and move it quickly." Ann Qianxi lit it, then turned it into a roasted suckling pig. There was only a plate of cumin between her and the barbecue.

Ann Qianxi walked on the street, wishing she could bury herself in a crevice or hide in the shade of a tree, sunscreen, parasol, and some weird sunscreen bottles.

These were the habits of Ye Yuni's mother, warning her repeatedly that it was as natural as going out to dress every day. "My daughter, I must remind you that your skin is as thick as a city wall overnight!"

Ye Yuni's skin on the city wall meant that her skin was chapped without a care. If she didn't do maintenance, her skin would wake up and she would be able to make a ruckus with a dish.

Jia Wanrou understood "the thickness of the skin of the city wall" to be "the thickness of the skin of the face." Every time Ye Yuni spoke about the thickness of the skin, Jia Wanrou would unconsciously touch her face.

Jia Wanrou's expression was that of a shy guinea pig, and she felt ashamed of herself for what she was doing, as if she had peeked again at the handsome man's stooped skin.

Or she could turn the clock at home an hour late with Ye Yuni on her back, or she could throw some high-end evening dress into the washing machine, or she could turn the cello into a erhu with Zhu Zhu on her back.

The beautiful music made the grandma and grandpa in the square dance.

The cosmetics that Ye Yuni taught everyone had always been especially useful, and Jia Wanrou was sure of it.

Once, Ye Yuni taught him a new way to promote blood circulation by flapping the facial muscles to improve beauty.

In the end, Ye Yuni had slapped Jia Wanrou five times. After that, Jia Wanrou had even happily said to Ye Yuni, "Thank you."

Ann Qianxi kept her skin vulnerable like Ye Yuni's so early in the morning, so she was fully armed. Three layers of sunscreen was not enough, and she also wore a parasol and sunglasses.

It was as if he was a blind person walking on the street.

Whether the sunscreen had any special effects or not, and whether the more expensive it was, the harder it was for Ann Qianxi to be sure.

The only thing she was sure of now was that lying to others would be punished.

For example, Chi Shaojun pretended to be sick with Ann Qianxi two days ago, but he became really sick within two days.

But don't take the occasional head ache, head fever, and fever for granted. Even lying in bed for three days and three nights feels sore and sore, as if you've been soaking in a pickle jar.

Since Chi Shaojun was sick, Ann Qianxi would spend a portion of her time every day to visit him. Ann Qianxi was very familiar with this road.

Last year, at Ye Yuni's birthday party, she learned that her father had died, and Ann Qianxi and Jia Wanrou came to the hospital together.

And in this hospital Ann Qianxi met her former first love — — Chiang Lee. Now that Chi Shaojun was living in this hospital, everything seemed to be destined to happen.

Walking on the roads on both sides of the hospital's streets, the pedestrians around them were constantly changing. Every year, the "Peach Blossom was still smiling and enjoying the spring breeze", and Ann Qianxi's "Human Face is gone."

Ann Qianxi didn't come to the hospital, but Chi Shaojun's assistant came to look after him. Ann Qianxi observed that Chi Shaojun's assistant was still very nervous when she saw Chi Shaojun.

Where did this nervousness originate from? In the end, it seemed like Chi Shaojun's domineering image from before was too ingrained in people's hearts. The little assistant sat there and did not say a word to him.

The assistant's former assistant, Kevin, told her that if Chi Shaojun didn't start a conversation with her, she mustn't take the initiative to start a conversation with him.

So the assistant just sat there and watched Chi Shaojun quietly flip through magazines, read magazines, and drink his Blue Mountain coffee.

Ann Qianxi could easily recall Chi Shaojun's feelings towards her from before due to this quiet feeling.

The biggest difference between Chi Shaojun and before was that he had more gentleness now.

This kind of gentleness was even more approachable than before. To be more precise, it was only for Ann Qianxi.

Where's Ann Qianxi? Ann Qianxi changed into a small skirt with the same color every day, like a spinning pony in the scriptorium back and forth, generating electricity for 25 hours without stopping.

While she was talking about MSN, she was also printing files. The printer was like a machine that was constantly swallowing and spitting, crashing and spitting as it printed out sheets of white A4 paper.

Now, Ann Qianxi could guarantee that she would be able to finish all these tasks while running downstairs to call the hotel. What carp soup, swallow nest porridge, Ann Qianxi's nourishing soup? It was as if she had an international chef in her mouth.

Even the book, "3000 Family Foods," had to feel inferior in front of her.

The question of whether there were 3000 common dishes in the restaurant was just like how Jia Wanrou had always been at a loss when she was young. Why were there no other reasons within the 100,000 dishes? It was just as inconceivable.

The seed of Jia Wanrou's life as a child had been planted in her body. Once it was published, the first question in a hundred thousand questions should be explained. Why were there ten thousand questions in a hundred thousand questions?

Jia Wanrou's big eyes, hungry for knowledge, were filled by her mother before she could get an answer.

That was why Ann Qianxi and the others had always said that Jia Wanrou had a simple-minded mind and four strong limbs. Now, they had finally found the reason.

Ann Qianxi's occasional leisure time depended on a friend who wrote online novels, and the two of them chatted with each other.

No matter how tired he was, when he heard about the hardships his friend had put on his life, it was all washed away.

Her friend said she envied the state of Ann Qianxi's work and life, and she extracted the motivation for the work of the human core.

Simply put, Ann Qianxi's busyness could be seen and felt, but what about Ann Qianxi's friend?

Upon hearing the words "web novel writer", Ann Qianxi's most straightforward thought was to write those code words of literature on the street.

In theory, the amount of money these machines make is closely related to the eternal number of words, and every day to the updated number of words.

It was as if the brain had been bombed by bombers every day, leaving behind a cloud of smoking mushrooms. It was easy to sit in front of a computer and tap on the keyboard, but if you wanted to earn more, you could only do more than 12 hours of work a day for those who were slow at typing.

What he feared most now was getting cervical spondylosis at a very young age. His mind was dizzy every day, as if it were filled with thick, smoky dust.

He couldn't stop. Stopping for an hour seemed like a pleasant moment, but the consequences of this delay lasted until the day the script was submitted. He knew how serious the delay was.