"A little excited, but it seems quite troubleso."
Xu Lin thought seriously about it, but wasn’t really excited.
He shook his head, "Let’s talk about it later!"
Primarily, he thought it was quite troubleso, after all, he just wanted to eat, drink, and have fun, completely being a loafer making money, if he had a studio, he’d have to manage it, deal with a lot of headaches, but that’s clearly not Xu Lin’s style.
Just like his mom, who has a law firm in the provincial capital. Although she’s a partner, she basically manages the firm, being a half-absorbed boss, Ms. Ren couldn’t be busier.
So upon careful consideration, Xu Lin found it indeed quite troubleso.
Moreover, even if he wanted to do it, it’s not now, maybe a year or two later or even after graduation to think about starting a company and getting involved in various things.
He’s only eighteen, why think so much?
Xu Lin feels he doesn’t have many dreams, just pure enjoynt and comfort, doing whatever feels good.
At least for now, that’s how it is.
Besides, Xu Lin can’t guarantee he won’t develop other money-making skills in the future, or even better money-making skills.
If he had other skills, Xu Lin might not even explore novel writing, this thing really burns brain cells.
"Why?"
Chi Linyue was a bit curious.
Xu Lin thought for a mont, and continued, "Actually, I’m not too interested in making a fortune or big money, money is just a ans, a tool, to enjoy life freely and unrestrained, that’s the ultimate belief I strive to fulfill in my life. I think, as long as I achieve financial freedom, that’s enough. Here in Jiangdu, with an apartnt, millions in my pocket, that’s pretty much it."
"That would still require a lot of money! At least a hundred million, right?"
Chi Linyue rested her right hand on her cheek, looking at Xu Lin, giving off a rather captivating vibe.
The wine doesn’t intoxicate people; people intoxicate themselves. The beauty doesn’t srize; people srize themselves.
Especially when her eyes look at you, it seems like nothing can hide from her gaze, and at the sa ti, her eyes are srizing and soul-stealing.
This woman has mastered the art.
Xu Lin also looked at her, "You make feel impulsive just like that."
"Beauty is a bone-scraping knife, what’s the poem? Sixteen-year-old beauty with skin like cream, holding a sword at the waist to cut down worldly n. Though heads do not roll, it leads to dried bones in secret."
When she recited this poem, it had a certain flavor, very alluring, akin to an elder sister teasing a young boy.
"A sixteen-year-old beauty, that’s twenty-six years old, you’re not that age anymore! You’re twenty-five, already beyond the grace of a sixteen-year-old!"
"Dislike being old, don’t you?"
"No, I actually prefer older won!"
"Huh, just eyeing pretty girls!"
Chi Linyue glanced at Xu Lin slightly annoyed.
"Who doesn’t eye pretty girls?"
At this mont, Xu Lin looked at her, seeing her seductive like a flower, he also got a whim, "Sis, considering you’re taking in tonight, should I write an article for you, how about it?"
In ancient tis, when people were idle, they’d write poems and essays, Xu Lin got that kind of feeling too, wanting to write sothing to record it.
"What article?"
Chi Linyue inquired further.
"Hmm... just a short story, maybe based on how we t, and I’ll construct a story on that basis."
"Then write it and let see!"
Chi Linyue got interested too.
"Shall I start then?"
"Go ahead!"
Xu Lin brewed for a mont, pondering the plot in his mind.
Divine Penmanship: Artistic inspiration flows, Flourishing Brush.
Thus, Chi Linyue saw what she considered the best writing in her life.
This ti Xu Lin used a very literary and youth-thed prose, the story was about Xu Lin graduating from high school, and due to an accident, t the elder sister in a Maybach, Chi Linyue, and then a story of knowing and loving each other with the older sister, the whole story was very sweet.
Xu Lin in one go, spent about two hours writing twenty to thirty thousand words.
This typing speed was quite astonishing, driven by inspiration flowing like a river.
However, the laptop’s keyboard wasn’t very user-friendly, not satisfying to type on.
Though it’s just twenty to thirty thousand words, Xu Lin’s story was both concise and delicate, really testing the skills.
"Done!"
Xu Lin shrugged his shoulders, sat in the chair to flex his hands.
Xu Lin said to Chi Linyue: "Take it and have a look!"
Chi Linyue didn’t speak, just moved the laptop closer and started to look seriously, she was reading almost word by word.
Earlier, Xu Lin was typing too fast, she didn’t get a chance to read.
"How is your writing so good?"
Chi Linyue looked for a while, already feeling very amazed, it was her first ti seeing such good literary work, the story unfolded gently, always making the heart flutter, top-notch writing is exactly like this, doesn’t require any fancy words to capture attention but creates silent thunder in the most quiet places, capable of stirring the soul.
"Otherwise, how else could I make a living off this?"
Xu Lin was eating waterlon on the side.
Chi Linyue continued reading.
After a while, Chi Linyue said again, "Do you really like black stockings? I’ve read less than a third, and I’ve already seen those two words at least ten tis!"
"Normal!"
Xu Lin laughed, "Black stockings are definitely one of the most sacred won’s clothing!"
"Not serious!"
She hadn’t worn black stockings yet, seeing herself in the story wearing them felt weird.
Chi Linyue continued reading.
But soon, Chi Linyue blushed a bit, because she saw a bed scene.
In the story, Xu Lin stripped off her clothes but left the black stockings on, and then Xu Lin lifted her legs.
Xu Lin’s driving skills were really sothing, you have to understand, literary people writing these scenes are extrely skilled, just saying Xu Lin wrote a ’driving scene’ in two to three hundred words, Chi Linyue was affected.
"Not serious!"
Chi Linyue spat, blushing slightly, "Don’t write such ssy stuff in the future, be proper."
"Confucius says: Eating and mating, these are essential desires of life."
Xu Lin said rather calmly.
Chi Linyue replied displeasedly: "Just don’t write it."
Chi Linyue continued reading, later on there wasn’t any more sensual content, but a very sweet story, very worthy of careful savoring. Chi Linyue read through it, feeling it wasn’t quite enough, felt like the story wasn’t finished, and this story was too concise, she felt it could be expanded a lot, like they hadn’t married, hadn’t had kids, only with these it would make a complete story.
But the protagonist is eighteen, the heroine twenty-six.
Chi Linyue couldn’t help asking: "Xu Lin, I’m only twenty-five, why am I twenty-six in the story?"
Won have a sensitive attitude towards age, much like their sensitivity towards their weight.
"Because it reads more smoothly this way, I even thought of the story title, ’My 26-year-old Miss Maybach’."
"Wouldn’t twenty-five read smoothly too?"
"No, twenty-six reads smoother."
"Twenty-five!"
"Twenty-six."
"Twenty-five!"
"Thirty!"
Chi Linyue: ...
"How did it suddenly beco thirty."
"I think won at thirty have more charm."
"Why not find soone who’s forty, wouldn’t that be even more charming?"
Chi Linyue couldn’t hold back anymore.
"Twenty-six? It can’t be changed!"
"Let’s just make it twenty-six!"
Chi Linyue conceded, then she thought, in half a year she’d be twenty-six.
She thought for a mont, then continued, "The story isn’t finished yet, keep writing, I want to see more."
"Sis, give so benefits, can’t expect to burn so many brain cells just for a novel with no return!"
"Co on then, what benefits do you want?"
Chi Linyue folded her arms, Xu Lin glanced at them.
They seed quite substantial!
To borrow Gao Yuliang’s famous quote: How big should an official be to be considered big?
Xu Lin had already thought about it, "How about wearing black stockings for next ti!"
[Task: Invite the wolf in.]
[Progress: Let her wear black stockings (Pending)]
Chi Linyue glared at him, "Little rogue, not serious!"
"However, it’s not impossible!"
Chi Linyue shifted her tone, "Write the story first, I want to read it!"
Chi Linyue really liked this story, Xu Lin’s writing was just so good, the story was very captivating, at least, Chi Linyue was hooked, that astonishing yet delicate prose, and she wanted to see a complete story.
"No problem, I’ll write it these days."
"How many words?" Chi Linyue inquired.
"How many words do you want?"
"A hundred thousand?"
"A hundred thousand is too little, two hundred thousand, or the story won’t be rich enough."
"Then I’m looking forward to it!"
Chi Linyue felt quite good about it.
And she saved the novel Xu Lin just wrote.
Book title: ’My 26-year-old Miss Maybach’.
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