Liu Xingyun said goodbye after lunch, and Jiang Chan was not stingy, and directly transferred 5,000 to Liu Xingyun's card. Half of the 10,000 I got in the morning was gone in a blink of an eye, and Jiang Chan's eyelids didn't blink.

Liu Xingyun left two bottles of medicine: "This medicine old lady eats it, this is a month's amount, you can find me after eating, I will consider it according to the situation." ”

"Thank you. Jiang Chan took the medicine, found a small bottle, and put the medicine in: "I told her that this is vitamin C, so that she doesn't feel that she has a psychological burden." ”

After sending Liu Xingyun away, Jiang Chan's heart settled down a lot. It's not that depression is hopeless, it's just that the process takes a lot more energy.

In fact, the reason why many depressed patients commit suicide is that in addition to the torture of illness, it is more that they are not understood. They feel abandoned by this society, as if no one will know about their death.

In the afternoon, Jiang Chan was still the same as in the morning, still nesting on the carpet in the living room, but this time she didn't write a program, but was ready to develop her main business.

Of course, this inspiration was given to her by the original owner Qiu Xin, who has always liked to write and draw, but because of the heavy work, the desire to write something online has not been fulfilled.

Jiang Chan's vision and experience are all there, after all, he is a student handed over by Jiang Sen, how bad can his writing skills be? From after lunch until the sun is shining, Jiang Chan can be regarded as raising his head.

She wrote the outline and opening of the new article, which is different from the general author's repeated revisions after writing, Jiang Chan basically does not change after writing, and the pen is like a god.

Xinwen thought of the first world she had traveled through, she had lived in that world for more than sixty years, and she was already in her seventies when she died, and in such an era when the average age of a person was only sixty, she could really be said to be long-lived.

In those more than 60 years, she witnessed the rise of a large family, and also witnessed the change of the throne and the ups and downs of the court. Now that's the story she wants to tell, and she wants to record the world she's ever experienced.

Maybe this world doesn't exist in the eyes of others, but in Jiang Chan's eyes, these are all things she has personally experienced.

With the blessing of memory, Jiang Chan's writing went smoothly, and before dinner, in addition to the outline, she had already written the opening 10,000 words.

Upload to the most well-known website at the moment, and look at the page waiting for review. Jiang Chan closed the computer: "I'm going to make dinner, let's go out for a walk after dinner?"

Feng Yuan was silent, and Jiang Chan didn't care, so he went to the kitchen to get busy.

After dinner, it was completely dark. Jiang Chan helped Feng Yuan to prepare to go out, and when he changed his shoes by the door, Feng Yuan was silent and full of resistance.

Jiang Chan smiled: "Let's go out for a walk, I'm bored after staying at home for a day, Mom, you should accompany me, I haven't come back for a long time, I want to see the changes here." ”

Perhaps moved by Jiang Chan's words, Feng Yuan followed Jiang Chan out of the door, but his fingers unconsciously pinched Jiang Chan's wrist to see the tension in her heart.

The lights in the corridor were dim, and no one was moving, so Feng Yuan was a little relaxed.

"Lao Lu, your luck is really good today, and you won a few of us......"

A rough voice suddenly came from the corridor, Feng Yuan was startled, and subconsciously stopped. Jiang Chan patted her on the back: "It's okay, that's Uncle Lu downstairs, they are on the third floor, we can't meet them." ”

Hearing the silence in the corridor again, Feng Yuan was quiet. This time, she followed Jiang Cicada step by step, a bit like a frightened bird.

Jiang Chan couldn't bear it in his heart, but he still hardened his heart to do it. Feng Yuan couldn't be allowed to stay at home all the time, taking her out was a challenge to her at first, but gradually she would get used to it.

She will basically never be good if she doesn't go out, and only by opening herself up to embrace the world can she recover better. There are certainly many things that are not going well in the world, but overall it is good.

took Feng Yuan downstairs like this, and Jiang Chan helped her around the community. Although it was a winter night, the enthusiasm of the children did not seem to be defeated by the cold weather.

They were playing very happily on the slide exercise equipment downstairs, the crisp sound of children playing, Feng Yuan paused, Jiang Chan simply took Feng Yuan to sit down on the bench next to him, and watched the children play from a distance.

Watching the children playing, Jiang Chan's head was empty, as if her grandchildren were also playing under her knees in her first life, which also made her enjoy a family fun.

"Auntie, this is my shuttlecock. Coldly, a colorful chicken feather shuttlecock flew in front of Jiang Chan's eyes, and Jiang Chan grabbed it faster than rationally.

A little girl with pigtails came timidly, and her tone was still a little weak.

Jiang Chan smiled and handed the shuttlecock over, and the little girl took the shuttlecock and twisted her round body to play with the children again.

After watching it like this for twenty minutes, Jiang Chan touched Feng Yuan's hand: "Let's go back." ”

Feng Yuan didn't move, his eyes kept staring at the children. Jiang Chan pulled her to stand up: "If you like to see these, tomorrow we will go to the main square, where there are more people and more land projects." ”

"Now come home with me, your hands are cold now, if you catch a cold, it won't be good, obedient. ”

It's like taking care of a little doll, but luckily the doll is obedient enough.

took Feng Yuan back, Jiang Chan waited for Feng Yuan to soak his feet, kneaded her again, and Jiang Chan was idle. She still has a lot of things to do tomorrow, Feng Yuan's body needs to be conditioned, which requires a lot of medicinal materials, and she still has time to go to the Chinese medicine pharmacy.

She also has to find time to do tasks to make money, and the income from online articles is basically none, and her main source of income is still to write code. In addition, the house decoration of the old house and so on, all need money.

At this time, Jiang Chan is about to complain, you said that you have worked in Shanghai for more than two years, and basically have no savings, why bother?

After planning the itinerary for the last few days, Jiang Chan went to the backstage of the website to take a look before going to bed. When he saw the word that passed the review, Jiang Chan raised his eyebrows.

Looking at the background again, there was already a writer's text message, to the effect that Jiang Chan's new book had reached the standard for signing a contract, and asked Jiang Chan to contact the editor in charge for signing the contract.

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