C580 Human Being

As usual, when You Meng saw me coming back, he was the first to give me a hug and report his results, "Today I wrote two thousand eight hundred words! My hand is tired! "

I rubbed You Meng's small hands and said smilingly, "I've been infected by you. I almost want to write a novel now!"

You Meng asked: What do you want to write?

I said, "Write about our experiences