How long is a lifetime, more than 30,000 days.
When this number was in front of him, Qin Guanglin's heart suddenly tightened.
It seems... It's quite short-lived.
Now I am in my twenties, except that one-third is used for sleeping and one-third for going to work, the remaining time that I can really freely control is only a few thousand days.
"If you do the calculations like this, I feel as if time is really running out."
Qin Guanglin was shocked by the result he calculated.
"Bah, bah, why does everything taste bad in your mouth?" He Wei lowered his head and muttered dissatisfiedly.
"What has changed... Don't use math problems to calculate how long this will last. We are still together for many years. Work harder now, and relax later..." Qin Guanglin said slowly, holding his soft flesh, bowed his head and kissed her, "I found that you are getting younger and younger, what's going on? Huh?"
He couldn't remember when he became so clingy... It seemed that it had always been like this, and it didn't seem like it was. It just unconsciously became what it is now, nestling in his arms like a kitten, saying that he wants to words together.
"Where is the little girl... Turn off the lights, I'm going to bed, anyway, remember, you just agreed that it will be New Year's Day at most, and if you are still so busy after New Year's Day, don't touch me."
"Okay, sure, I'm also reluctant to keep you waiting so late every day." Qin Guanglin got up and turned off the light in the bedroom, and instead of lying down, he squatted at the end of the bed and stroked her feet, "You said that every day is less than one day, yes It’s not about being in time…”
"No, didn't I agree to wait for you to get hurt?"
"I feel like I can kill a cow with one punch right now, and I'm in surprisingly good shape."
"Go, go, go to sleep... don't make trouble." He Wei twisted his body and hummed: "I'm very sleepy, go to sleep, and wait for the injury to heal."
Qin Guanglin quit, now at this age, he can't wait to sleep day and night, from the end of September to the seven days of the National Day, he has never touched him, and occasionally he was deliberately teased by her. , It doesn't matter whether it hurts or not, the wound is on the head and not on the waist.
"It's ready, I'll prove it to you."
"Well, don't…"
…
It's over.
Qin Guanglin leaned against the head of the bed and didn't feel much sleepiness yet, He Wu had already fallen asleep lying on the side tiredly, he put his hands on He Wu's back, feeling the slippery feel, suddenly felt a little emotional.
In fact, he is nothing but pure lust.
Just greedy for Teacher He's body, greedy for everything.
Quietly savoring the aftertaste for a while, the energetic Qin Guanglin was ready to move again, turned his head to look at He Wu's sleeping face, helped her tuck the quilt so as not to disturb her rest, quietly put on her pajamas, sat down at the desk and turned on the computer.
In the next few months, it is estimated that I will often work overtime until eight or nine o'clock like today. I don't have time to deal with drafting, so I can only suspend accepting orders first.
Art is very subjective. Some people can pay thousands of dollars to buy a work if they like it. If they don’t like it, no one will buy it for a hundred yuan. Like the painting of landscape in the rain, it is still hanging I didn't sell it, so I had to draw some commercial paintings according to the client's request.
It's so different from the manga.
The core of comics is the story, and then the style of painting. The company provides a good script, and he provides the craftsmanship. The combination of the two does not require much trouble. It only takes time to make the work, which is naturally a high-quality product, and then promote it according to the traffic. Don't worry about making money.
The two are far apart in terms of income and stability.
After finishing everything, it was past eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Qin Guanglin opened his mouth and yawned, turned off the computer softly, got into the bed, hugged Xiangxiang's body and rubbed it twice, then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep .
A night without dreams.
Maybe it's because he has absorbed enough vitality, why not wake up earlier than Qin Guanglin in the morning, close his eyes and hug him tenderly for a while, then raise his head and lean over to kiss him, then carefully push his arm away and slowly walk out of the room. Get up on the bed, pull the pajamas from the corner of the bed to cover your body, get out of the bed and go to the bathroom, yawn, take out the eggs from the refrigerator, and start frying them.
Qin Guanglin has never mastered the skill of frying eggs, either breaking them up or turning them over, so he decided not to waste any ingredients. If he got up early, he would go downstairs to buy a ready-made breakfast. Why not get up early, just two fried eggs and a box of milk.
The sound of the kitchen sizzling came into the bedroom. Qin Guanglin touched the side with his backhand and there was no familiar touch, so he opened his eyes and sat up. After waking up for a while, he pulled his slippers and went out to wash.
"Did you have supper after working overtime? If you come back late, I'll make you some soup at night."
Why don't you want him to come back late every day, but things are already like this, so if you can't persuade him, you can only support him.
Otherwise, what else can I do? Have a fight? That's not what she wanted.
"Yeah, yes, there will be supper when you work overtime."
"Then eat more, don't save money for your stinky boss."
"If you don't save him money, don't worry... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."
After Qin Guanglin rinsed his mouth and wiped his mouth, he leaned over and slapped her on the cheek, and he didn't defend the boss, so let's just vent his anger, anyway, a piece of meat is indispensable.
"Hey, you... garlic seedlings, right? Will it really bloom?" He sat on the sofa and looked around, suddenly his eyes were fixed, and he went to the corner of the living room and squatted down curiously, carefully looking at the plant he jokingly called at the beginning. For the flower of the leek.
When I helped water in August, the leaves were already dry and withered. He thought they were dead, but looking at it now, the leaves didn’t grow half, but a green stem emerged from the soil, and the top was bulging like a flower bud. .
"What?" He Wu was stunned for a moment, turned around and saw him squatting there, his heart skipped a beat, he turned off the fire and ran out, staring blankly at the flower bud in the flower pot.
"You haven't seen it either?"
Qin Guanglin looked at her and asked, then turned back to look at the flower pot, "I'll see later, it didn't bloom anyway, and the egg will burn soon."
"oh."
"We're still betting, right? It looks like I've lost. Tell me, what you want me to do, I'll definitely satisfy your wish." He paused, and added: "Except for resigning, resigning now is too immoral. I also felt very sorry, the boss treated me so well and taught me a lot, but I fell off the chain at a critical moment, so I can’t justify it.”
"Let's talk about it later." He Wei frowned slightly and went back to the kitchen, saw that the fried egg was almost ready, picked it up with tweezers, put it on a plate and brought it out, his eyes couldn't help falling on the pot of Lycoris in the corner again.
How did it bloom
"What are you thinking?"
Qin Guanglin's voice brought He Wu back to his senses, she picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the fried egg as if nothing had happened, "When did this flower... grow?"
"I don't know, I just saw it—is this when it blooms?"
"..." He Wu paused for a moment while chewing, then turned his head to look at the flower pot over there, nodded and said, "That's right, it's usually September and October... The climate in Los Angeles is probably when it blooms in October."
Normal Lycoris blooms around this time, but this one is not blooming normally... no.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, remembering what she had ignored before.
It has not been opened for ten years, and it opens in midsummer.
The last time was abnormal. How can there be amaryllis blooming in June in Los Angeles
(end of this chapter)