Bamboo horse is not a gentleman

Chapter 60

Lu Qing is here.

Dare to ask who Lu Qing is?
This person, nicknamed Lu Xiaobai, was born on a warm autumn night in 2017. He is the treasure in the hearts of writer Lu Da and his wife.

Since his arrival, Lu's luxurious Victorian-style big bed has completely become his battlefield.

I saw him crawling from the head of the bed to the end of the bed with all four claws together, drooling, and said inarticulately:

"Papa."

"Ah, are you awake again?"

Whenever Yuan Qing——Mrs. Lu looked at his big eyes, fair skin, straight nose, and rosy lips
Sometimes, I couldn't help but hug him and kiss him again and again, refusing to let go.

"Are you hungry?"

Mrs. Lu's heart aches for Mrs. Lu's heartache for this son who can be called Dad first, who eats less and sleeps less, but is extremely energetic. She always feels that this miniature version of Lu Bai is not born by herself, but a baby that fell from the sky. Call him a gift from heaven. Not too much.It's a pity that the name Lu Tianci was ruthlessly suppressed by Mr. Lu as soon as he was born.

"This is a child born of the joint efforts of the two of us. Of course, we have to give a symbolic name. Just take one word from each parent's name and call it Lu Qing."

Nowadays, when it comes to the ability to buy vegetables, cook, manage money and take care of children, Mrs. Lu is the same, but when it comes to reflecting his personal literary skills, Mr. Lu does his part and says nothing.

"Papa, Papa."

"Your father is rushing to finish the draft, and he will play with you when he is busy, obediently." No matter whether her son understands or not, Mrs. Lu patiently explained while chatting with people in Lu Bai's fan group on her laptop. Dao, by the way, touched his smooth and tender face, this is called baby-like skin, it is so textured!

[My white horse is Lu Bai: Qingqing, when will you show us the baby? 】

【Qingqing: If he is willing...】

【Lu Shen: How long do we have to wait? 】

[Qingqing: It is estimated that he will have to wait another ten months before he can make a decision. 】

[Pink Lolita: Ah, after waiting for so long, my hair will turn gray! 】

[Qingqing: May I ask how old you are this year? 】

[Pink Lolita: Oh, I'm getting old, I'm getting old, I'm going to run to the second. 】

【Qingqing, who is about to run three:...】

At the same time, Lu Bai in the study was frowning and typing on the keyboard with his fingers flying.

Then, he suddenly discovered that the male protagonist in his novel, who doesn’t love his father or mother, has fallen in love at first sight since he met a beautiful, lovely and caring young girl. Started a love affair, and it didn't end until Chapter 4.

Lu Bai took out the outline and biographies he had written and compared them one by one, only to realize that he had written a thousand words and digressed a thousand miles away.It is obviously a consistent style of despair and nihilism, why did it become the style of a romantic romance novel with pink bubbles?

He was depressed for a moment, and then looked back at the cover of the novel he had published. A dark breath came to his face, but there was no resonance in his heart.

This is something that Lu Bai never expected. To this day, the world he has depicted with his pen has given him a great sense of distance, as if those stories were not drawn with his sincerity, but just to attract readers. A bizarre plot conceived by eyeballs.

This discovery forced Lu Da to stop writing.

If you don't touch your forehead, when you lower your head, you will find that your slightly raised belly and some tight jeans are so conspicuous.

Lu Bai gave a wry smile. Those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. It really is a classic saying. When they were not married, even though they lived under the same roof, the distance between them allowed him to somewhat control his desire to speak. .

Now, the two foodies have become a husband and wife. The regular dishes and delicious meals plus irregular desserts and snacks, you eat and everyone eats. The fat cells are rolling in like a flood, which is likely to make his figure out of shape. Potential.

However, these are not problems.

The biggest problem was that he questioned the job he depended on for a living.

Is it possible to change careers?

Just like what Xiao Yang said with his crow's mouth, rewrite a romance novel?
Just thinking about this assumption makes writer Lu Da shudder. Is it possible that I have to join a group of housewives writers and write long stories about the strange relationship of the "dominant president" who is proficient in multiple languages ​​and owns many multinational trading groups, or Is it the love evolution history of a detective scientist mathematician with high IQ and low EQ, or how a childhood sweetheart who has been infatuated for decades has been reunited?Alas, then he'd better write about zombies in the last days vs. Maoshan Taoist priests.

Although the theme of gods and ghosts is also one of the themes that he keeps a respectful distance from.

Writer Lu Da couldn't help but bury his head a little deeper. Suddenly, the trousers moved as if they were caught by something.When he bent down, he saw Ah Bai wagging his tail and looking at himself with shining eyes.

Well, since Mrs. Lu was given the heavy responsibility of taking care of Lu Qing, the task of walking the dog was automatically transferred to him.

Anyway, his mind was empty at the moment, and he couldn't think of any fantastic ideas or plots that would shake the world. Writer Lu Da could only silently apologize to the editor of the magazine in his heart, then stood up from the desk, stretched his arms Lazy:
"Let's go for a walk."

Abai got the order, and rushed out like a bullet with two "barks".

When Lu Bai walked out of the study and passed the bedroom, he greeted Mrs. Lu:

"I'm going to skate Abai."

Mrs. Lu was so focused on teasing her son that she didn't even look at him.

Alas, look at her, she has a son and throws her husband out of the sky, but seeing the newcomer laugh, how can I hear the old one cry!

Fortunately, Lu Xiaobai still had a conscience, he stopped his tireless crawling, and showed a lovely smile to Writer Lu Da: "Papa."

These two words instantly healed Lu Da's sensitive and slender heart.

Under Mrs. Lu's jealous eyes, he fiercely imprinted his kiss on his son's face.

So, Lu Xiaobai laughed even more happily:
"Papa."

"Call Dad, silly son."

"Whoever is stupid, like a father, like a son, our Lu Xiaobai is like our father, very smart!"

"Like me? Look at his little face, isn't it like you?"

Finally, Mrs. Lu couldn't help it anymore, and laughed out loud:
"Wait for me, let's go together."

Mr. Lu led Ah Bai, Mrs. Lu hugged Xiao Bai, and the family of four appeared in the Greenland Park of Qingzhu Community.

"Oh, isn't this writer Lu Bai? I saw you on TV. You wrote "Wake Up", right?" A young girl with long hair and fluttering white dress rushed forward, "You look good So handsome, even more handsome than on TV."

Lu Bai raised the corner of his mouth and stretched out his arm to his right:
"Hello, thank you for your attention. This is my wife—Yuan Qing."

The girl looked up and down Yuan Qing suspiciously:
"Ah, no way, are you really married?"

Writer Lu Da continued to maintain a polite smile:
"Yes, we have been married for more than a year, and my wife is holding our son."

"Oh, really?"

The girl forced a smile and floated away automatically at the speed of light.

Writer Lu carefully looked at Mrs. Lu——Yuan Qing, only to see Mrs. Lu looking at him suspiciously:

"Do you encounter something like this every day when you go out?"

"No, no, it's just a coincidence this time. Usually, the people who greet you are mostly old men and old ladies."

At this moment, an old lady waving a cattail fan came over:
"Young man, didn't you run today? The girl I told you last time, don't you really think about it? That girl is really beautiful, has a good job, and can speculate in stocks, and you really Quite a good match!"

Lu Bai: ...

This time, Mrs. Lu finally couldn't bear it and went out in person.She immediately sent Lu Xiaobai to his father's arms, she hooked Lu Bai's arm herself, and smiled at the old lady until she couldn't see her teeth:
"Hello, old lady, he has found that girl."

"Found it? Who is that?"

"Far in the sky and close in front of your eyes—it's me!"

"Mom... Mom." In order to show strong evidence to the other party, Lu Xiaobai, who was held in his arms, called out to his most important person for the first time in his life.

In the afterglow, the smiling faces of the family of three, like a painting, were fixed in the eyes of Ruan Xinmei who was standing alone not far away...

(End of this chapter)