Chapter 338： Dad ’s reason for delay

Wang Ling felt that he must have not slept for too long, so he had a nightmare.

He closed his eyes and looked inside his body, and even checked his soul inside and out, and did not find the soul contract that the old coconut man said in his dream.

So ... should you think too much, right?

Wang Ling was relieved. In fact, if really like the old coconut man in the dream, as soon as he enters the space, the soul will be formed automatically. Wang Ling feels that he should be able to feel it completely.

Although life is a bit turbulent now and then, overall it is still within the acceptable range of Wang Ling. The people in Xianzun's situation are still a little too early for Wang Ling to contact at this stage. Wang Ling does not want to be entangled by an inexplicable person, and he does not want to be born with some old seniors in the so-called cultivation circle without reason Associated. That would only cause more trouble for myself ...

Frowning, Wang Ling raised his hand and opened all the windows in the room.

It was a wonderful weekend, but all the old coconut man was upset, making Wang Ling inexplicably a little upset.

The cool breeze blowing Wang Ling's cheek through the window calmed his restless heart slightly.

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After reviewing his homework for a while, Wang Ling closed the book and saw the old man and the mother go out riding the sheep across the window. Mother Wang was sitting behind the tricycle holding the two clams. The old man pedaled the tricycle to ride a bicycle. This posture should be to buy vegetables, and by the way take the two clams out for a walk.

Wang Ling sat at his desk with his chin, stared at the old man on a tricycle and walked along Donghuang Road. When he left the cottage of the Wang family just ten meters away, Wang Ling saw the two clams actually stretched out a dog seed and pulled his eyes. Compared with a grimace, this scene immediately made Wang Ling's face twitched ... He really felt that Er Ha's life would be more comfortable than himself!

A rare weekend was boring. Wang Ling opened his father's watch with his watch and was surprised to find that Wang's father had not updated the chapter today.

He flipped the webpage down, and it turned out that there were complaints in the comment section of "Live Life of the Immortal King".

Bookmate "Xiaobai is too much": Wang Situ is still not updated today? Say it without updating, waiting for the update is the most painful!

Bookmate "Dream of War 丨 Dream": Shocked! The author of a certain network has not updated until now. Is there a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?

Book lover "flowing gold in July": I chased a book called Santian Liangjue author before, and found after chasing after that, this author was established for three days and two more ... Wang Situ, you must hold on what!

Book friends "to close the author's small black house code": everyone pay attention to quality! Scolding is wrong! Let me see, let's find two people to stay in front of the author's house, and then when the author comes out, use a sack to put the author on, and leave it to "snap"!

Bookmate "ggsbada": Could it be the rhythm of the day after day ... oh! Do not!

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Wang Ling: "..."

In Wang Ling ’s impression, the phenomenon of Wang Da ’s dragging is not in fact, and according to Wang Ling ’s summary of Wang ’s update rules over the years, usually, if Wang ’s update is performed at a normal pace, There will be no delay or interruption.

But if the father ’s inspiration bursts out one day, and the manuscript has been coded for a week in a day, then the wait for the father may be the subsequent exhaustion of inspiration ... After all, the father ’s father is just an ordinary person. The things don't come here. When the one-time inspiration bursts out, Wang Da will inevitably fall into a situation where his brain is hollowed out.

Writing things like this can be really anxious sometimes.

Sometimes the more I want to write something, the more I may start to notice the blankness in my mind.

For veteran writers of Wang Da's level, sometimes there are reasons for delay or interruption. There are usually time reasons, such as to cooperate with the website to do some online and offline promotion. Of course, there are also plot reasons. Wang's father wrote for many years. Wang Ling didn't believe that his father could not write a word. But in this state of mind, if you force yourself to write something, the quality of the chapters cannot be explained to the readers.

Whether to update or quality, this is a problem that many authors face.

After all, fish and bear's paw can't have both.

So when Wang Ling came downstairs, he saw that Wang's father was sitting on the sofa with an unrelenting expression on his face, with his hands resting on his head, and his mouth still smoking cigarettes. The way Dad usually finds inspiration is to watch the live broadcast of the female anchor, but at this point his favorite female anchor Xiaoxuan is not online, which makes Wang Da feel a little irritable ...

Seeing Wang Ling come downstairs ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Wang Dad tilted his head slightly, glanced at Wang Ling, and then patted the sofa: "Ling Ling, come and sit!"

Wang Ling knew that this was the second most important way for Wang's father to find inspiration, and that was to find someone crazy.

Under normal circumstances, it is usually Wang's mother to play this role of chat, and now Wang's mother is going out to buy vegetables, and Wang Ling is once again surprised to find that she has actually become a "spare tire"!

"Xiaoming will come over at night, your mother and your grandfather went out to buy food." Dad shook the ashes and said to Wang Ling.

"Well," Wang Ling was quite cooperative.

The father, who lost his inspiration intermittently, didn't even look the same in his eyes, and was full of gloom. This look made Wang Ling feel a little uncomfortable.

Dad squinted and squinted at Wang Ling, and found that Wang Ling was actually two positions away from himself, and he couldn't help but drew his lips: "You child, why are you so far away from me?"

Wang Ling: "..."

Then, he directly stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Ling over to him: "How did you stick to me when you were a kid, and forgot?"

Wang Ling took a deep breath and chose not to care: "..." For his childhood, the thing that impressed him most was his father's dregs. This stuff really panicked ...

Suddenly mentioning things when he was a child, it seemed that Dad Wang remembered a lot of stories and couldn't help laughing: "Do you know? Actually your mother wrote it before."

Wang Lingto asked with a curious look: "Clam?"

Dad Wang: "Your mother was a childhood friend to me as a young girl. What kind of hobby did she have? I was like Ming Jinger in my heart. And your mother wrote books when she was young. She wrote the sequel, and your mother even prepared the outline, and plans to re-debut under the pseudonym ... but it just happened to be pregnant with you. "

Wang Ling: "..."