The Transmigrated Li Jin’s Daily Farming Life

Qin Muwen smiled shyly, planning to change another version of the brother version of'Chang'e Flying to the Moon'.

Li Jin stopped him and said, "Wenwen, let's write the next one in the first person."

Qin Muwen has a special talent for first-person descriptions that he didn't even notice. Fortunately, Li Jin found out and was silently guiding him in this direction.

"First-person," Qin Muwen thought for a while, and said, "I will write a first-person snail brother!"

Li Jin stopped him and gave Qin Muwen a proposition.

"Then write it later, you can write about your life first and record it in small fragments."

Qin Muwen didn't quite understand: "Huh?"

Li Jin said: "It's like writing a diary, but it's not exactly a running account, but a separate description of something that makes you happy and happy."

Qin Muwen said: "Just write one thing?"

Li Jin nodded: "A small fragment is about three hundred words, and only one thing is written."

Qin Muwen looked down and thought for a while, then his eyes lit up.

Li Jin didn't expect that he would have ideas so quickly, standing quietly behind the boy, watching the cute little letters of hairpins born from the tip of his pen.

"On the third day of the 9th month of the Xin Chou year, sunny, breeze..."

Qin Muwen wrote that they were still living in the village at the time of last year. On the third day of September, he was no longer in the clinic, so he could go home early every afternoon to accompany him and his children.

Of course, Qin Muwen used himself as the first person in writing. He wrote that after finishing his work, he looked up at the sky, expecting the sound of knocking at the door more than once.

It was written earlier that he had misheard and lost his voice several times. Later, he had no choice but to go back and feed the rice cereal with the little bun.

But not wanting to raise his eyes, he saw Fu Lang pushing open the door of the main house, carrying the honey he bought for him.

A small clip came to an abrupt end here, but the ordinary emotions of a young man made people want to continue watching.

Li Jin praised: "This is well written."

Qin Muwen: "Husband, I also found that I wrote this more easily."

After all, those are my own emotions, so I can write the true feelings directly.

Li Jin said: "You can write more in the future. I will come back to check the typos and wording for you at night."

Then it is sorted into a book, and you can probably go to the bookstore to contribute.

Qin Muwen didn't know Li Jin's plan, and whispered, "A Jin, you have to keep watching."

Those are all his careful thoughts. These little emotions of missing, liking, and love are seen by the person thinking in their heart, even if they are as straightforward as a teenager, they will be shy.

Li Jin said, "Don't you want me to see it?"

Qin Muwen shook his head quickly, he was just shy.

Li Jin smiled and said, "Wenwen, I don't need to read it for the time being, you write yours, and when you want to take the initiative to let me read it, I will go and read it again."

Qin Muwen hugged him and expressed his pure liking.

"Actually, A Jin can see it. I like A Jin."