The charming girl who wears ancient times and wears the present

Chapter 31

She seems to see her big brother!Gu Mingda's heart is full of longing for Yan Chenglang, whether she is too demanding in terms of love, whether she is really fat, all the problems in her heart are going to burst.But she is a little hungry now, so she should find a restaurant to poke a meal first.

Thinking of Yan Chenglang, Gu Mingda felt proud. Her eldest brother is now a super god-level writer, and his novels are best-selling.

At the age of 20, Yan Chenglang wrote "Edward the Sorcerer", which quickly became popular all over the country. The first publication of 50 copies was looted. The next year, he was ranked No.1 on the Rich List of Chinese Writers and No.1 on the Rich List of Internet, for five consecutive years. Squeezed out, at the age of 5, the foreign language version of "Edward the Sorcerer" sold well in more than a dozen countries including the UK, the US, Japan, and South Korea. At the same time, Yan Chenglang was discovered by the media. The late Spring Rain Literature Award-winning Chinese writer The son of Xia Yu, who inherited his mother's outstanding talents, is better than blue than blue.

In the same year, Yan Chenglang teamed up with his adoptive father Gu Yan and his Shanghai Red Panda Film and Television Company to shoot the film version of "Edward the Wizard", which dominated the entire film circle. On the first day of its release, the Chinese box office reached 1 million, excluding domestic and overseas film box office .

At the age of 23, Yan Chenglang established the "Breeze" magazine, bought Chunfengfang Publishing House, and devoted himself to the development of online literature.

It's just that after Yan Chenglang turned 18, he moved out of the Gu family, bought an apartment in the most prosperous place in Ning City, and started his independent life.

Yan Chenglang was wearing rimless glasses, sitting on a chair in the study, typing on the keyboard with both hands quickly.After "Edward the Sorcerer", he has stopped writing for nearly two years. Although there are many strange ideas in his mind, after typing these ideas into words, either the beginning of the writing has no text, or the middle of the writing can't be rounded. At the beginning and the end, as he was writing now, his thoughts diverged a bit, and he started to go further and further away from the expected plot. Could this be the legendary "bottleneck period"?

Ding dong ding dong, the doorbell outside the house rang again, Yan Chenglang scratched his hair, looked through the crack of the door, and found that it was Bisi standing at the door with big bags and small bags.

Sighing involuntarily, Yan Chenglang opened the door. "You didn't go to work today?"

"Yeah, I skipped work." Bisi held up the food in her hand, didn't she say that a writer is the most sloppy creature, the room is full of garbage, and the dining table is full of instant noodle boxes, so who will tell her that her eyes are spotless? In the living room, a bouquet of perfumed lilies is neatly placed on the long round table.

The promised socks and clothes are flying all over the sky, and there are a lot of boxes of instant noodles. Why can the floor be clean to shine on her beautiful face? Then what is the use of all kinds of cleaning fluids she bought?
Yan Chenglang opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of beer and handed it to Bisi who was looking around, "What are you looking at?"

Biss took the beer and opened the refrigerator. Fruits, milk, vegetables, and meat should be available. "Even the refrigerator is full?"

"Yan Chenglang," Bisi called him coquettishly, "Didn't you say that you writers are all sloppy? I heard that there are only instant noodles in the refrigerator. I bought a bunch of cleaning fluid and food."

"Beis, thank you then." Yan Chenglang thanked him lukewarmly.

Bisi couldn't help being frustrated again, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. The man in front of her was as polite and polite as ever, with an alienated smile, but seeing him as handsome and fascinated as always, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. It slowly faded away, and then looked at the handsome man with a curved jaw line, and became dazed in a daze.

At the age of 16, she met this gentle boy from the lakeside of Zurich, and it was love at first sight.Since then, whenever she has free time, she has gone for a walk by Lake Zurich to take photos, but she has never met that handsome and indifferent young man.Until one day six years later, she came to China with her parents. At the publisher's uncle's house, she met the legendary young writer Yan Da, and immediately recognized the gentle young man who was taking pictures by Lake Zurich.

Time is really a utility knife.The young man who used to have delicate features now has clear facial features, slightly upturned eyes with a charming gaze like lake water, one can't help but sink into this kind of tenderness.The jaw line is handsome and curved, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses are placed on the bridge of the handsome nose, with a strong bookish atmosphere, as if one is in the boundless sea of ​​books.

Love at first sight, love at second sight, did the third sight make a promise?At that time, Bisi was deeply ashamed of the thought in her mind.

Some people say that love comes so suddenly, maybe in a second, you fall in love with someone.Bisi felt that the second her eyes met with Yan Chenglang's, her heart was beating so fast, and she fell in love with this general man whom she had only met twice.

The sudden point of the contradiction is that this man with a double-faced relationship is not attracted by her beauty, and treats her very coldly.

Yan Chenglang seemed to be used to Bisi's occasional daze. He put his hand on his head, stepped into the bedroom, closed the door softly, and continued to struggle with the laptop in front of the table. Even if he didn't have inspiration, he still had OCD. It feels good to tap your fingers on the keyboard.

"Cheng Lang," Bisi woke up from her contemplation, called out the male god, and turned her head to look at the empty living room. Why is Cheng Lang missing?
Really, I always make the old problem of not caring about people.Bisi quietly pushed open the door, and Yan Chenglang sat upright on a cartoon dog chair, with ten fingers constantly barking at the keyboard, with a serious expression.

As his editor, Bisi had worked together before, and whenever the male god was typing with a serious expression, she knew that he had no inspiration now, and was just habitually typing on the keyboard with his fingers, showing obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Many people praised him as a young genius, but in fact, he sometimes needs to work hard as a genius, and he doesn't rely on talent alone to be unscrupulous.Cheng Lang, who has already become a great god, would sit on the table for half a day every day, typing the stories in his head on the keyboard.

Bisi can't stand the male god's serious expression on the code words, and at this time her nanny will come up with temper, "Cheng Lang, have you eaten lunch, do you want to make you a side of Sanxian noodles, or a bowl of fried Yangzhou noodles for you?" Fried rice, or what dish do you want to eat, stir-fried pumpkin with double peppers, yam rib soup, scrambled eggs with tomato, beef stew with potatoes?"

Yan Chenglang stopped typing on the keyboard, "Beth, you are my editor, don't worry about eating, I've already eaten."

In Bisi's mind, she automatically thought that the male god would not want her to be a cook, her beautiful face smiled sweetly, with the squeamishness of a little girl, "I just checked in your kitchen, the pots and pans are so clean, you I won’t believe you if you said you ate it.”

Cheng Lang simply put down the keyboard he was typing, and was about to say something when the doorbell rang one after another. He smiled knowingly, temporarily forgot what he wanted to say to Bisi, walked quickly to the door, and opened the door. Door.

The person who would ring the bell in his house hurriedly, except for Gu Mingda, really couldn't pick anyone, every time she came, she kept ringing the bell as if it was fun.

"Big brother," Gu Mingda threw his fleshy body onto Yan Chenglang's body, wow, his brother's body smelled like a book, and his handsome jawline made her turn into a moron, and she almost couldn't help but kiss him.

"Xiao Qi, I remember today is Tuesday, why aren't you in school?" Yan Chenglang was very happy to see his lovely sister, but he put on a serious expression on his face and asked in a tactful tone.

Gu Mingda saw Bisi with a bitter face behind his elder brother with sharp eyes, and waved at her enthusiastically, "Sister Bisi, you are also here, are you here to urge brother to write the manuscript?"

It's not a coincidence that she came here today. When Brother Ganming was at home alone, she wanted to ask him about her inner problems.

Bisi smiled awkwardly. She didn't come to urge manuscripts. Although she is an editor, her job duty is to urge manuscripts, but can urging manuscripts be rushed to the author's home?
She came to cook for her male god, to cook.Biss emphasized in her heart.

Yan Chenglang took the big and small bags from his sister lovingly, and nodded her little nose, "You little brat, you will avoid my questions."

Gu Mingda grabbed Yan Chenglang's arm and acted coquettishly, "Big brother, I'm starving to death. I went to eat at a newly opened stir-fry restaurant in the suburbs today. Wow, it was really unpalatable. The comment on Meituan said it was still delicious." It's delicious, I really want to haha."

"So," Yan Chenglang waited patiently for his sister's next words.

Gu Mingda, who had something to ask for, immediately got up and started flattering, "I want to eat black pepper chicken wings made by my brother, cola pork ribs, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, crispy salt chicken, and cabbage tofu soup for soup, oh, yes, I Forgot to eat tomato scrambled eggs.”

Yan Chenglang pinched her chubby little face, "Okay, brother will make it for you, you snack food, you still skip class to eat brother's food, next time you are not allowed to skip class, if you want to eat, call brother , my brother will ask the driver to bring it to you, "

Gu Mingda hugged his brother's narrow waist tightly, and secretly touched it with his small hand, um, it was hard, probably there should be abdominal muscles when he took it off.When she was a child, her elder brother seemed to be a slut, limp, and sometimes he couldn't even hug his younger sister. Later that day, without her knowing, his elder brother's health was getting better and better, and he never even had an asthma attack.

Bisi silently turned her head aside, she didn't want to see the male god's younger sister hugging the male god and acting like a baby, the younger sister is also a female animal, if she molested in front of her, she would get angry, okay?
"I don't want you to ask the driver to bring it to me. You hide in this small room every day and write and write. You write and delete, delete and write, and you don't know how to eat. If I didn't ask you to eat, you would have starved to death." On the computer, hurry up and cook for me, I'm starving to death." Gu Mingda savagely pulled Yan Chenglang's cuff, and said plausibly.

In terms of eloquence, everyone in the family is no match for Princess Gu. Yan Chenglang smiled gently and pinched her nose, "Okay, Xiao Qi is the savior of my brother's stomach, but you should eat less meat. During the last physical examination, your Blood lipids are a bit high."

Gu Mingda pouted, without saying a word, and rolled his eyes.

When Bisi saw the male god walk into the kitchen, she followed immediately, "Let me cook for you."

A simple and modern pastoral bird's nest chandelier shines with yellowish light, shining on the warm-toned tiles, reflecting a harmonious light.The male god wearing an apron had a handsome side face, slightly raising his handsome jaw line, holding a shining knife with his slender white fingers, and was methodically cutting cabbage.

And she was standing next to the male god, holding a piece of slippery tofu and washing it under the faucet. After washing, she gently handed it to the male god's cutting board.

The male god was cutting the square tofu, and looked up at her occasionally, his gentle eyes were full of tenderness, his heart almost melted, as if this small kitchen was the happiest place in the world.

She longed for this scene in her dreams, the male god was cooking, and she was washing the vegetables beside him.However, when she walked into the kitchen door, Yan Chenglang took out the fruit in the refrigerator and asked her to go to the living room to cut the fruit.

Bisi, with the word "unhappy" written on her face, took a fruit knife and cut the fruit out of anger.

Gu Mingda shouted through the door of the study: "Brother, put more Coke when you cook the ribs." Then, alone, she ran to Bisi's side, picked up a piece of sliced ​​cantaloupe, and gnawed on it. up.

"Brother said that cooking is a man's business." Gu Mingda ate one piece of apple, then took another piece of apple to eat, secretly looking at Bisi with slanted round almond eyes.

Tall, with big breasts and slender waist, bright eyes and white teeth, she is a beautiful mixed-race child. I heard from my brother that this beautiful sister is his editor. But it depends on talent.

Bisi chuckled, and two clouds flew over her beautiful face, "Your brother really said that cooking is a man's job?"

(End of this chapter)