A widower's entertainment

Chapter 8 [Crying for love]

Lin Youcheng now particularly hopes that he can transform into Nezha, with three heads and six arms, one to help him take care of the baby, one to help with cooking, and one to help him write manuscripts.

There was no way, Lin Youcheng really felt that he was unable to do anything.

He was even thinking about quitting his street sweeping job and just stay at home with his children and write articles.

But after thinking about it, what if, what if, if he really didn’t finish the manuscript, and it didn’t work out, he would have to take a room full of carrots to drink the northwest wind.

Lin Youcheng still didn't dare to fight like that.

In his opinion, the finished manuscript of "Hawthorn Tree Love" has about 10 words. Although he is not sure what the manuscript fee is in this strange era, he has the impression that the standard manuscript fee at that time was yuan per thousand words, and various magazines The increase or decrease is not big, but of course there will definitely be different standards depending on the work and the author.

Lin Youcheng felt that if this book "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" could be published, it would be worth at least more than 2,000 yuan.

Thinking about it this way, Lin Youcheng felt that his hands didn't hurt that much anymore, and he felt that he could continue writing.

Lin Youcheng put one foot on the cradle, shaking the cradle beside him slightly, but the work on his hands did not stop, and he continued to write this love story at his desk:——

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The exciting thing is that summer vacation is coming, and Jingqiu can do odd jobs again. She planned to finish the whole summer vacation without taking a day off. She optimistically estimated that she could make eighty or ninety yuan.

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I don’t know how I got through that day. By the time the work was over, Jingqiu was already exhausted. But when I get home, I have to pretend to be very relaxed, otherwise my mother will worry again. She was so tired that day that she ate dinner, took a shower and went to bed.

The next day, she got up early in the morning. Only then did she feel that the pain yesterday was nothing. Now she really felt sore all over her body. The skin on both shoulders was so raw that she couldn't touch her clothes because of the pain. The skin on the back of my neck is also worn out from having to constantly change shoulders. My legs were extremely heavy, my face and arms were sunburned, and when I washed my face, it hurt when it got wet.

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Lin Youcheng put down his pen and moved his neck. He seemed to be getting used to the baby's cries now, and he was becoming more and more proficient in taking care of the baby.

Because of the help of his eldest brother Lin Youcai, he still got the milk.

Lin Youcheng knew that his eldest brother Lin Youcai must have put in a lot of effort, otherwise how could he obtain milk so easily. He didn't know how Lin Youcai obtained milk. The most important thing was that he didn't know his sister-in-law's side. How many opinions would Mei have?

Lin Youcheng can only keep these things in his heart now, and pay it back to his elder brother when he really gets the money after finishing the manuscript.

Of course, Lin Youcheng didn't tell anyone that he was writing a novel, and even a few carrots didn't know what he was writing.

Although there is milk, it is not much, so I still have to drink rice water.

Now Lin Youcheng puts more water when cooking every day. When the pot boils, he pours out the rice soup, adds a little sugar, and feeds the little baby Lin Zhaole.

The hot rice soup is put into a small bowl and placed on the Eight Immortals table, emitting a sweet aroma. At this time, Lin Zhaomei and Lin Zhaoman will circle around the table, staring at it. Can't pull it out of the bowl.

Lin Youcheng had no choice but to blast them away like a chicken, blew the rice soup cold, and fed it into the little baby's mouth one spoonful at a time.

Lin Zhaoxi was more sensible. Although she also wanted to drink the rice soup with sugar, she knew that it was for her little brother. Even two-year-old Lin Zhaohuan didn't drink it. How could she have the nerve to say that she could only bring her younger brother and sister with her? Go out and play.

"Dad, I want to drink too."

Lin Zhaoman broke away from Lin Zhaoxi's hand and threw himself directly into Lin Youcheng's arms. He held his head high and said softly, "I want to drink."

Lin Youcheng was willing to give Lin Zhaoman a sip, but if he gave Lin Zhaoman a sip, he would naturally give Lin Zhaomei, Lin Zhaohuan, Lin Zhaoqing and Lin Zhaoxi a sip. In response to this, Lin Youcheng could only refuse with a heart, and be a ruthless father who only knows how to make big cakes.

"When daddy gets rich later, he will buy you milk."

This cake doesn't look good at all.

The reason why children are children is to be satisfied in time, and there is no delayed gratification.

Fortunately, Lin Youcheng's children are not those spoiled children who only know how to play, so they can still be persuaded, especially Lin Zhaomei who can't speak at all and can only watch helplessly. As for Lin Zhaohuan, he is ignorant.

Lin Zhaoqing and Lin Zhaoxi were more sensible and knew that such rice soup and milk were for their little brothers to drink.

Lin Youcheng looked at the carrots in front of him and could only tell himself that there would be bread and milk.

In this way, Lin Youcheng had to work harder, seize the time to write, and write continuously.

Just write it like that, write it——

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Jingqiu walked to the hospital bed and saw the person lying on the bed, but she couldn't believe that it was the third child. He was very thin, really skinny, and his eyebrows looked very long and thick. His sunken eyes were half-open, and the whites seemed to be bloodshot. My hair has fallen out a lot and looks very thin. His cheekbones protruded, his cheeks sunken, and his face was as white as a hospital sheet.

Jingqiu didn't dare to step forward, thinking that this couldn't be the third child. The third child she saw a few months ago was still the handsome and elegant young man, but the patient in front of her was really miserable.

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Lin Youcheng didn't know what he looked like now. He hadn't looked in the mirror for a long time.

Because it was useless to look in the mirror, he only knew that he was no longer the young 23-year-old, and he might still look miserable now.

Because he had to take care of a newborn child, he really felt that he was going to have a nervous breakdown from the baby's cries, but he could only keep writing.

Fortunately, the manuscript is finally finished now.

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She kept saying to him: "I am Jingqiu! I am Jingqiu!"

She was afraid that he couldn't hear her, so she moved to his head and said to him in his ear: "I am Jingqiu! I am Jingqiu!" She felt that he could hear her, but it was enveloped by a white mist. He needed It took a while to verify whether it was her based on her birthmark.

She heard suppressed crying, but she did not cry and still insisted on saying to him: "I am Jingqiu! I am Jingqiu!"

After a while, she saw him closing his eyes, and two tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

Two drops of red, crystal tears...

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As he writes this, Lin Youcheng is about to cry. He is finally about to finish writing this love story.

It’s not easy, it’s really not easy!
  Perhaps the love story he wrote was too touching, and the baby lying in the cradle burst into tears at the right time, crying for the third child.

(End of this chapter)