After returning home, Ding Luoluo stared blankly at the computer. Today is the day to submit the manuscript to the newspaper, but there is still a blank space on the computer, and the newspaper doesn't even urge it. It must be that someone is randomly found to write a few chapters for her and hastily conclude it. Ding Luoluo sighed: No matter, no matter what, my painstaking words are just perfunctory in the eyes of readers.
The next door started banging again. Ding Luoluo lives in a remote area just for the sake of the word 'quiet'. Unexpectedly, such a blacksmith neighbor happened to come. Unfortunately, this residential area has two households and one courtyard, and apart from Ding Luoluo, no other living creature has this problem. Ding Luoluo was single handedly unable to even knock on the door when he wanted to protest. The blacksmith didn't even hear it and continued to beat happily. Ding Luoluo left dejectedly.
Ding Luoluo's phone rang. She pounced on it, thinking it was the newspaper urging for the manuscript. Unfortunately, the other side said, "Camel, ah, no, Lolo, I'm Yuan Wei." Lolo's heart sank, and she asked, "Oh, what's up?" The sound of typing came from Yuan Wei's side, and Lolo sighed, "I'm so busy, so idle. Yuan Wei said, "Let's change rooms. Wait a moment and I'll take a good look here. If you think it's suitable, we'll change as soon as possible
The blacksmith struck the iron to the climax, as if he was about to lift the ceiling. Ding Luoluo felt uneasy and said, "Do you want to come over to my place first? It's really going to make a lot of noise." Yuan Wei said nonchalantly, "No need, I'm not afraid of noise. Besides, the publishing house has already pushed the manuscript to my doorstep, where can I go?" Ding Luoluo felt sour in her heart and said, "You're so busy, forget it.
Yuanwei lives in the city center, and the building is called "Tianyuan". Yuan Wei's home is on the twelfth floor, and the sound insulation effect of the windows is good, so Ding Luoluo doesn't feel noisy either. When Yuan Wei first moved here, she renovated it extensively. At that time, Ding Luoluo felt that it was too luxurious, like a wealthy man's golden house for his mistress. And not long after, Yuan Wei actually wanted to give this place to her. Ding Luoluo dislikes luxury, but he dislikes the blacksmith even more.
Ding Luoluo asked, "Are you really going to trade with me? You're at a loss." Yuan Wei nodded like garlic and said, "Trade, really trade
Just change it. Two days later, Yuan Wei pulled her things to Ding Luoluo's side while driving, and then pulled Ding Luoluo's things back and forth to her side. After two rounds of back and forth, she achieved great success.
Yuan Wei bounced around in her new home and said, "This drum is so good, you don't even need to play music to dance." Ding Luoluo had a headache and handed the key to Yuan Wei, wanting to leave. However, after giving Ding Luoluo her own key, Yuan Wei mysteriously asked, "Camel, do you believe in ghosts in this world?" Ding Luoluo didn't care and said, "I don't believe it." Yuan Wei breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's great. You know what? I believe it, and I think it's in my house." Ding Luoluo widened her eyes and said, "That's why you're trading with me." Yuan Wei bounced back and forth, "Anyway, you don't believe it, so you won't be afraid if you don't believe it
When Ding Luoluo opened the door of his new home, his hands trembled twice. She opened the window and let the sunlight and wind pierce in together. Looking around, I didn't think ghosts would live in such a luxurious location and decoration. Ding Luoluo thought to herself: It must be that Yuan Wei wrote too many passionate and revenge scenes, and she had a ghost in her heart.
Jiang Xiao called Ding Luoluo and asked, "After moving to a new home, do you have any new inspirations?" Ding Luoluo then realized that she was still a novelist. I haven't used my brain for a few days, why bother writing. Ding Luoluo was frustrated and said, "No. Maybe I need to find a new job." Jiang Xiao sighed and said, "Hey, Luoluo, you're really pitiful. My parents are gone, and I don't have a man. If I can't write novels anymore, I'll even lose my job." Ding Luoluo became even more frustrated and hung up Jiang Xiao's phone.