What is the purpose of living
To live is to live, and everything else is incidental.
The words of talking with Qin Guanglin in the fast food restaurant flashed through his mind.
Sun Wen looked at the key that Xu Wei took out and hung on his fingertips, with a trace of struggle on his face.
That was her spare car, a red BMW x3, parked in the garage downstairs, and she used that car to take him back to the studio on New Year's Day.
Even if it is depreciated, it can sell at least more than 200,000 yuan.
Two hundred thousand.
The number echoed in his mind.
"Not enough?"
Xu Wei propped her head with one hand, her long hair was scattered on the bed, while shaking the key at her fingertips with the other hand, she said casually:
"Then reduce it a bit, one month, be my man for one month, this is yours."
"Why?" Sun Wen swallowed.
He wavered.
At the beginning, he wanted to start his own studio in high spirits, but the reality gave him a hard blow.
Money is not so easy to earn.
More than 200,000 yuan, even if the studio is not closed, according to the situation during the Chinese New Year, it will take him nearly two years to save this amount.
It's only one month now.
"What why? I said a long time ago that I would hire you, but you don't agree." Seeing his reaction, Xu Wei smiled, "Now you can reconsider."
"..."
After a long silence, when Xu Wei was about to get impatient, Sun Wen seemed to let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumped, and his back was a little stooped.
Given a choice, who would be willing to hide in the basement or go back to farming
"This month... what am I going to do?"
He knew in his heart that this was a deal.
If more than 400,000 yuan of car is exchanged for him for a month, it will definitely not be the simple relationship between fellow Taoists as before.
Xu Wei smiled.
I met this infatuated man last year, watched him reject me, watched him get back together, and watched him be betrayed—now I want to leave as soon as I say it.
Have you asked her
With a light flick of the palm, the key flew in front of Sun Wen in an arc, and he subconsciously took it in his hand.
Xu Wei looked at him quietly, and the two of them looked at each other for a moment, then she squinted her eyes and said softly, "Have you really thought about it?"
Seeing Sun Wen standing there silently, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she swayed her calves.
"Climb over, or put the key down."
…
In March of Yangchun, everything grows.
After a spring rain, the tree buds stretched rapidly, no longer the delicate tender yellow at the beginning, and grew into emerald green leaves, swaying slightly in the wind.
Qin Guanglin's four-panel comics with him and He Wu as templates on the official account were unexpectedly popular. Unknowingly, he had accumulated thousands of fans, and was stolen by some marketing accounts, adding to the popularity.
As Sun Wen had expected, only half a year later, Penguin began to vigorously promote the WeChat wallet, scan the QR code to pay when going out to eat, and even eat fast food for one dollar.
Driven by money, the usage of WeChat began to increase rapidly in a short period of time—in the past two years, it mainly relied on the methods of shaking and drifting bottles to attract people to use, but now it has changed from the previous tepid appearance , has the momentum to become a major social software.
On weekends, at ten o'clock in the morning.
I don't know when, staying in bed on rest days has become a habit for the two of them. Even when they wake up, they don't bother to get up, lie together and play with their mobile phones or play with each other, and they don't want to get up to buy food until it's time for lunch.
Qin Guanglin felt that this was due to the loss of too much energy, otherwise there would be no reason to be lazy - he could get up at seven o'clock to buy breakfast back then.
"Did you draw this?"
The comic Qin Guanglin on the official account has been doing it secretly all the time, planning to give He Wu a surprise when the number of fans reaches 10,000, but He Wu didn't give him a chance to prepare a surprise. When browsing the web, he found this familiar-looking Draw, put the phone horizontally in front of Qin Guanglin and asked.
"Uh... yes."
"When did it happen? Why didn't I know?"
"How can I tell you, it's a surprise." Qin Guanglin helped her close the webpage, then found his official account on WeChat, followed it and handed it back to her, "Do you like it?"
There have been nearly a hundred short stories accumulated on it, most of which are about the daily trivialities of the two of them, and occasionally Qin's mother mixed in.
"Hmph, draw me so ugly."
He Wu said disgusted, but his face was full of joy. He swiped his finger for a long time, and couldn't help laughing when he saw Qin Ma's painting, "Draw another one, a story of me transforming into a superman and beating you violently."
"..."
"How did you come up with this? How much money did you make?"
"I can do it if I want, but I haven't made any money yet, Sun... Uh, I heard people say that you can only make money if you follow more people. My fans are only a few thousand. It's not time yet."
Qin Guanglin remembered that He Wei had a bad opinion of Sun Wen, so he didn't mention him after thinking about it.
"Oh~ okay, draw more, maybe you can publish a book by then, and your mother won't say that you are not as good at drawing as I am."
"What kind of book does Huahua make..." Qin Guanglin didn't care. This was a record of the two people's lives, and he didn't think it could be published.
Who is the book for
"It's easy to publish a physical version of Huahua, especially a short story like yours, like that my emperor..." He Wei paused, and then changed the subject, "Anyway, there is hope, and besides, I still know the editor, who keeps urging me I just handed it in for you."
She had already given up on directly persuading Qin Guanglin to resign. Since she likes comics, it is the same to squat at home and draw comics. It is better to find a way to make him stay at home rather than go out to work.
"Let's talk about it, why hasn't the third volume of your novel been published yet?"
"The other side told me that they want to have a signing event, and I'm still thinking about it..."
"Signing?!" Qin Guanglin was slightly startled, and couldn't help but propped himself up and looked at her, "Are you really hot?"
He always thought that it was just for fun, even though he published two volumes, he didn't pay much attention to it, and now he felt different when he heard about the signing.
Signing is the business of great writers, so why not do it too
Are you a writer or a teacher
"No... I just want to use the gimmick of the beautiful writer to increase sales." Why not shake his head with a smile, and hold his face in his hands, "Beautiful writer, are you serious?"
"sharp… "
Qin Guanglin looked at her and thought for a while, a beautiful writer... should be counted.
After all, many writers in the circle are bald, and if a woman emerges, as long as she is not ugly, she can be called a beautiful writer, not to mention that Teacher He is so good-looking.
"Honestly... how much money did you make writing your novels?"
On weekdays, he tried his best to cover all the food, clothing, housing and transportation, so why not spend a lot of money, and he didn't pay much attention to her financial situation, and now he suddenly felt that her small coffers should be quite full.
He might as well make a gesture of eight, which startled Qin Guanglin, "So many?!"
He suddenly became excited, rubbed his hands and thought for a while, then lay down and hugged He Wu tightly, rubbed her twice, buried his head in her neck and arched, "Mr. He is awesome! Sign, sign it, make a signing, We worked hard for a year, and the house was ready, hehehe... "
"But I donated it."
"..."
Qin Guanglin's movements froze, and he took a moment to react before he raised his head and looked at her with an expression of 'you're joking'.
"Donated?"
"Well, I donated." He Wu nodded, "I'm not kidding, I really donated."
"..."
(end of this chapter)