If the reminder fails, you will be teased

"...What's the matter?" Luo Wangshu's back was hairy from Qiao Wei's strange stare, and he stopped five steps away from him, always feeling that there seemed to be a faint glint of kindness in the other's eyes.

Luo Wangshu was amused by the adjectives he babbled out, couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth twitching, and finally raised it.

If he didn't go over, Qiao Wei took the initiative to take two steps closer to him, raised his right hand, and tapped lightly on his forehead with his fingers: "Go back."

"Don't hit me on the head." Luo Wangshu narrowed his eyes instinctively, raised his neck back, and pushed his hand away. "My dad hasn't tapped my forehead since I was in the first grade of elementary school."

Qiao Wei looked at him and smiled, turned around and went to the sales cart to buy another ice cream, took it back and handed it to Luo Wangshu, and said with a smile, "Here, preschooler."

Luo Wangshu raised his eyelids and stared at him, hesitated for a moment, reached out to take it, smiled brightly, and said in a clear voice, "Thank you, Uncle Qiao, Uncle Qiao is so kind."

Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows, and curled the corners of her lips meaningfully: "You're welcome."

Luo Wangshu, who finally gained the upper hand, bent his eyes in satisfaction, ate ice cream and walked towards the hospital.

He just crumpled up the wrapping paper of the cone and threw it into the trash can in the hospital lobby when he heard a playful laugh behind him: "Twenty thousand characters."

Luo Wangshu froze for a moment, then looked back at him with a blank face.

What [-] words?

"One piece of ice cream is worth a [-]-word manuscript." Qiao Wei walked from behind him to the front, smiling happily. "Walking to the ice cream truck and back, it took me too much energy, so I can only exchange the energy of writing the manuscript."

Luo Wangshu cursed secretly in his heart, before he could speak, Qiao Wei spoke up first, with a very emotional tone: "When you get old, your body is not as good as it used to be."

As he said that, the other party's beautiful brows were slowly stained with a bit of unforgiving sorrow and sigh.

The corners of Luo Wangshu's eyes twitched, and he smiled dryly: "Mr. Qiao is in his prime, in his prime, why is he getting old?"

"Little friend, you can't refute what you said so quickly." Qiao Wei deliberately opened his eyes wide and looked back, his eyes were full of exaggerated surprise. "Young people should stand firm at all times. Uncle Joe has always valued you."

Luo Wangshu was taken aback for a moment, and Qiao Wei raised his hand and pressed his shoulder again, with a loving face and caring eyes, from head to toe exuding the holy light of paternity: "Promise to Uncle Qiao, never let Uncle Qiao treat you badly in the future." disappointment."

He deliberately emphasized the words "Uncle Joe".

After finishing speaking, Qiao Wei naturally withdrew the blessing of the Holy Light, walked into the elevator, and looked at him with a smile.

Luo Wangshu finally came to his senses, took a deep breath, walked up to him, raised his hand and pressed the button on the twelfth floor, and softened his voice: "I remember you said before that you are already an adult, you know How to separate work from personal grievances."

"Really." Qiao Wei pretended to be stupid without changing his expression. "when."

Luo Wangshu smiled: "It was the day you handed me the original manuscript of the novel "Misty Rain"."

"So you're so good at holding grudges?" Qiao Wei looked at him in surprise. "I've already heard the sound of you grinding your teeth at me."

Luo Wangshu: "..."

Yes, I want to kill you by grinding my teeth.

"Of course I also want to always keep a clear line between public and private, but there are some things that I cannot control unilaterally." Qiao Wei sighed softly and continued. "After all, someone once said that from the neck up, I'm only 17 years old at most."

As soon as the voice fell, the elevator just reached the twelfth floor, and the elevator door opened immediately.

Qiao Wei smiled at Luo Wangshu beside him, stepped out of the elevator, entered the corridor, turned left and walked towards the ward.

Luo Wangshu closed his eyes and took another deep breath.

He followed Qiao Wei and raised his hands to his chest, rubbing his fingers together, trying desperately to resist the urge to slap him on the back of the head.

"That's right." Qiao Wei deliberately slowed down, waiting for Luo Wangshu to walk side by side with him. "Just now, just trying to recall what someone said to me, my brain is a little tired."

Luo Wangshu's right eyelid twitched violently, and he forcibly held back not to stare at him.

"Just set aside the time to write [-] words for rest." Looking across the corner of Luo Wangshu's tightly pursed mouth, Qiao Wei rubbed his right temple with his thumb, opened the door, and walked into the ward.

Luo Wangshu stopped at the door of the ward and did not go in immediately.

He put his forearms against the wall, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled a long breath of stale air.After repeating the cycle two or three times, he walked into the room and closed the door.

This ward has an independent small bathroom. The two of them took a bath one after another. Qiao Wei sat on the bed and continued to read the book that he hadn't finished reading during the day. Luo Wangshu sat cross-legged on the sofa next to the bed. , put the open computer on his knees and stared at Qiao Wei who was opposite.

Qiao Wei lowered his eyes slightly, without raising his head: "Say."

"You owe me [-] words now." Luo Wangshu held the screen of the notebook with one hand and looked at him with burning eyes. "Have you figured out how to write it?"

Qiao Wei turned the page unhurriedly: "Didn't you deduct [-] words just now?"

The deduction of [-] characters is more distressing than the deduction of half a month's pocket money back then.

Luo Wangshu gritted his teeth: "Sixty thousand words are sixty thousand words!"

Having [-] words is better than nothing.

"Have you figured out how to write it?" Luo Wangshu repeated.

"Probably came up with two or three hundred words." The old god Qiao Wei turned another page while on the ground.

Luo Wangshu frowned: "Why is it still two or three hundred words?"

"Not satisfied? Yes." Qiao Wei smiled lightly. "I think again."

"Three hundred characters are three hundred characters." Luo Wangshu immediately converted "two or three hundred characters" into "three hundred characters" in his heart, pushed the screen of the notebook a little, and covered the keyboard with his slender white fingers, slightly Lifting her chin, she looked at Qiao Wei. "let's start."

Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows, and finally looked up at Luo Wangshu.

"Now let's put these three hundred words into action." Luo Wangshu imitated the arc of Qiao Wei's mouth. "You tell me, I'll type."

Qiao Wei looked at those serious bright eyes, then at the knuckle hands on the keyboard, feeling helpless for a rare two seconds.

He smiled and closed the book with his fingers crossed, "Okay."

The anticipation in Luo Wangshu's eyes grew stronger. When Qiao Wei said something, he quickly tapped the keyboard to type a sentence in the document.

After pressing the last full stop, Luo Wangshu's little complacency almost dissipated.

Excluding punctuation marks and blank spaces, there are just three hundred characters, no more than one word, and the corners of Luo Wangshu's eyes feel a little hot when he sees it.

This is not a manuscript, but a little painstaking effort he won from the feudal landlord.

Luo Wangshu closed the document, connected the digital drawing board to the computer, opened the sketch that was drawn just last night, and began to trace the lines patiently.

The computer and the drawing board were placed on the armrest of the sofa, one on the left and the other on the right. In order to prevent the weight from falling off, Luo Wangshu also spread his knees apart and supported half of them on one side.

Qiao Wei watched him earnestly draw for a while, then got up and pulled the mobile dining table at the end of the bed to a position close to the head of the hospital bed, raised his hand and snapped his fingers to draw Luo Wangshu's attention.

"Come and draw on the bed." Qiao Wei moved to the right as she spoke, leaving more than half of the space for Luo Wangshu.

It was not comfortable for Luo Wangshu to maintain such a posture. Hearing what Qiao Wei said, he unceremoniously climbed to sit next to him, put the computer and drawing board on the table, and drew much faster.

When Luo Wangshu was painting, his gaze was concentrated, and even the arc of his eyelash feathers showed a concentration that was rarely seen in ordinary times.

Qiao Wei was leaning on the pillow beside him, holding the book in his hand, and couldn't turn a page for a long time.

Luo Wangshu kept focusing on the computer screen, and didn't notice any strangeness in Qiao Wei's movements.

Qiao Wei raised the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, retracted his gaze that was always wandering there, and slowly read the contents of this page line by line. Finally, he closed the book gently, closed his eyes, and began to read the text in his mind. The rest of the manuscript was revised and polished.

Just thinking of the climax of the novel, Luo Wangshu suddenly stretched out his finger and poked Qiao Wei's arm.

Qiao Wei opened his eyes, Luo Wangshu turned away, and Qiao Wei immediately saw the handsome man with his eyes closed on the computer screen.

Although the style of painting is not realistic, the features of the facial features are extremely clear and appropriate. With just one glance, Qiao Wei can tell that the person in the painting is himself.

Before he had time to warm his heart, Luo Wangshu clicked the mouse, and the screen changed to another painting.

It's still the portrait of Qiao Wei, but this one is no longer resting with eyes closed.

The man looked at the camera with firm eyes, full of positive energy.He raised his right index finger, his thin lips parted slightly, and there was a line next to it, "I want to hand in the manuscript."

After the "delivery manuscript" is not a period, but an exclamation mark that stands above the ground, drawn very large, it seems that no matter how small it is, it is not enough to show his firm belief in submitting the manuscript.

Qiao Wei couldn't hold back a chuckle, and when she looked at Luo Wangshu again, her eyes were a little more helpless.

"I sent this to your mailbox." Luo Wangshu looked more and more satisfied. "You just set him up as a desktop and urge yourself all the time."

Qiao Wei was happy again: "Then when I don't want to write a manuscript, I don't need to turn on the computer."

Luo Wangshu looked over suddenly, was stunned for two seconds, and added: "Mobile desktop."

Qiao Wei didn't tease him any more, Luo Wangshu stitched the two pictures together, opened Weibo and posted them directly.It was only after the sending was successful that I realized that I was using the "Luoshui [-]" account, not the personal account I used in my daily life.

He was about to delete the Weibo he just posted, but several likes and comments popped up on the upper right of the interface.

Luo Wangshu touched the tip of his nose, and had no choice but to withdraw the mouse from "Delete".

Qiao Wei took out her mobile phone, opened the software, clicked on the Weibo that was posted not long ago, saved the picture, hung her fingertips on the likes for two seconds, and glanced at Luo Wangshu beside her from the corner of her eye. In the end, I still didn't press it.