After Nana and Xu Hongdou left, only Damai and Ma Ye were left in the yard.
Hu Youyu was still catching up on his sleep in the room. In the morning, unless someone called him, he basically spent the morning in bed.
"Hey, I can't write it."
Damai looked at his laptop screen, maybe he drank too much wine yesterday and had no inspiration at all.
After staring at Xiao Hei and Jiahui who were playing for a while, Damai supported his chin and sighed:
"I knew I wouldn't have drank so much yesterday."
After speaking, she knocked on her forehead, trying to cheer herself up.
Damai is a writer on unpopular subjects. Articles on this subject are very difficult to write and require very high requirements on the author's writing style and the logic of the story.
In addition to these, we also need to think about the male and female settings and the plot.
Not easy to write.
Coupled with her own limited experience, it is difficult for her works to be liked by many people.
But she was unwilling to write something that catered to the current market, so she could only move forward with difficulty on the path she pursued.
"Here, drinks bought on the way."
As Zhang Wentao spoke, he handed the bag of milk tea he was carrying to the other party: "Why did you go to the yard to code today?"
"I drank too much yesterday. I was afraid that I would fall asleep while writing in the room, so I wrote here." Damai took the milk tea and secretly said that the other party still had a conscience.
"When did you come back?"
"While you were in a daze." Zhang Wentao dusted off the dirt on his body and went to the vegetable market in the morning.
After confirming that the clothes were clean, he sat across from Damai and said, "Show me what you wrote."
"I don't want it." Damai turned on the computer in a panic.
Zhang Wentao felt that her behavior showed that she was not confident in her own work, and felt a little strange.
Little did she know that what Damai had written was seen by people around her and she told her father, who was a teacher. The series of events that resulted are still unforgettable to her.
Therefore, even if his writing is good, Damai doesn’t want to show it to the people around him, let alone his current grades are so poor.
"Okay, okay, I won't read it." Zhang Wentao shrugged, but he was quite curious about what Damai could write if he locked himself in a small courtyard every day.
Shouldn't writers go out and experience life? Then turn the people, things and objects they encounter into words, create them, inject their souls, and finally present them in front of readers.
"By the way, if you don't have any inspiration, how about you go out with me? Anyway, you are just sitting here in a daze."
"I'm not going out. I only have 2 days to save my manuscript. If I go out with you, I might as well go back and catch up on my sleep." Damai pouted and bit his straw. After taking a sip of milk tea, he sternly refused.
"Then what are you doing here if you don't go to rest? Look, you can either go out with me to do errands. Or, you can go back to the house to catch up on some sleep. You choose one."
Zhang Wentao said, stood up and patted his butt. The meaning was actually very obvious, that is to let Damai go out for a walk. Of course, he was also going to ask Hu Youyu to come with him.
Seeing Damai's confused look, he said, "Let's go, stop being so nagging, I'll treat you to a big dinner."
Before coming back, Zhang Wentao called Shi Tiandong and asked him to make an appointment with Sun Xiaowei, and he would go over to see her at noon.
Just treat it as a meeting between friends and return the favor. I thought it would be okay to have a casual meal there while returning the things.
It’s best to eat beef hot pot
"Brother Wen Tao, I will never trust you again!"
After sending a WeChat message to Zhang Wentao, Damai looked angrily at the Erhai Lake outside the car.
Hu Youyu in front was sitting in the passenger seat without seeing anything, and kept pointing at the scenery outside and muttering: "Sister Damai, I told you that you should come out more, you see you have been here for so long,
Have you been to Cangshan Mountain? Have you visited the ancient city? By the way, have you been to the Royal Temple? And the filming location for The Eight Parts of the Dragon..."
As Hu Youyu spoke, he looked back at Damai from time to time, like a diligent tour guide introducing interesting places to his VIP customers.
Zhang Wentao glanced at his phone, chuckled in his heart, and replied: "I didn't lie to you."
He did not lie to Damai. He had to return some things today and he would definitely not be able to get them to the entrance of the village by himself, so when Damai went back to the house to change clothes, he directly killed Hu Youyu at the door.
The other person was a little angry when he was woken up. When he heard that he was going out with Damai or to see Sun Xiaowei, he crawled and rolled to the bathroom.
In just a few minutes, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and even fixed my hair.
It's just clothes...
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"Have you been waiting for a long time?"
The car drove to the entrance of Sun Xiaowei's creative restaurant. Shi Tiandong and Sun Xiaowei had been waiting here for a long time. When they received the call from Zhang Wentao that he was coming here, they were both a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, it was just a small emotional card, and the other party responded immediately.
Unlike Sun Xiaowei's joy, Shi Tiandong was a little sad when he learned the news.
Zhang Wentao's behavior shows that he is not a person who likes to owe others favors. Although we now get along with each other as friends, it may not be an easy thing to truly gain each other's friendship.
After all, no "friend" would be so anxious to return some insignificant kitchen utensils.
After the three people got out of the car, they didn't need to worry about the things in the trunk. Two young chefs in chef uniforms and the waiter would handle the things they brought back.
When he walked into the creative restaurant, he saw that Damai was a little nervous. Zhang Wentao smiled and introduced to Sun Xiaowei and Shi Tiandong: "This is my friend, Zhou Qingtian, you can just call her Damai."
"Come on, Damai, let me introduce to you. This is Ms. Sun Xiaowei, the owner of this creative restaurant. You met this handsome guy yesterday, Shi Tiandong, a very powerful chef. The two things I made yesterday are in
You can't even use it in front of him."
"Hello sister Damai, you are here and we are all friends, don't be nervous." Sun Xiaowei greeted Damai affectionately.
Shi Tiandong nodded shyly to Damai. They had met in the courtyard yesterday.
"Hello, hello." Damai nodded politely, leaning slightly to the side.
Although she came here with Zhang Wentao and Hu Youyu, she lacked self-confidence and had some social fears, so it was difficult for her to adapt for a while.
"Let's go, let's find a place to sit down first. Sister Damai, what do you want to drink? I'll bring you a menu. Don't be polite to sister today." Sun Xiaowei said and led everyone into the restaurant.
"Brother Wen Tao, how do you know my name?" Damai quietly came up behind Zhang Wentao and asked softly.
Seeing the curiosity written on Damai's face, Zhang Wentao smiled and said: "Lao Hu told me. Zhou Qingtian, this name is really nice. Among my friends, your name will make people think a lot."
Damai was a little shy when he heard such straightforward words, but then he thought about it and curled his lips and said, "Then Sister Hongdou's name doesn't sound good? I'll go back and tell her."