Night Creek Bookstore.

Soon came guests, the days are the same as daily, it is very usual, the money that should be earned has also been earned, I opened my silver laptop, playing one beautiful song after another, Lin Xi is also very familiar with the daily work, constantly soliciting customers, I have to say, the money comes really fast, as for Wu Shulan, and Xixi continue to play, Xixi has attracted a few female customers, I also have a plan to raise a few more pets, after all, the living expenses given by this mother, there is still a large amount.

"Ding-dong. "My phone rang, pick it up and take a look, it's QQ, the nickname is Youyou, it's an old friend of mine, a junior high school classmate, her real name is Zhang Yimeng, she is a cute girl, she likes to draw when she was in junior high school, and she also dreams of being a cartoonist, and it's also very successful, the famous cartoonist Youyou, the comics written by you: "Little Lucky" is very hot, and it has always been a hot-selling work.

"Are you there?" Zhang Yimeng sent the news, and I replied.

"Yes, what's wrong?" I replied, it's true that I haven't been in touch for a long time, and I know Zhang Yimeng, or because of that incident, that is, when I was in junior high school, Zhang Yimeng liked painting very much, so I delayed my studies, and was found by our homeroom teacher He Feng several times, which doesn't matter, but Zhang Yimeng's painting was actually very ugly at the beginning, she didn't go to specialize, she just hoped that she could learn and look for models everywhere, but few people agreed, so she found me.

"Ye Tingquan, that, I have something to ask you, is it okay?" Zhang Yimeng asked, holding his drawing board, it was in the evening self-study, at that time, I was not at the same table with Meng Hua, I was sitting alone, for the course of the day, the homework has been reviewed and completed, and I can go back to do the preview tomorrow, so I nodded and agreed.

"Okay, do you have any requirements?" I asked, and Zhang Yimeng replied: "It's just holding your chin with your hands, and then looking down with your eyes, thinking, yes, that's it." I did it correctly, I was still wearing black clothes at that time, and I had lost weight, and I also had a kind of saying that people said was an ancient style of beautiful men, but Zhang Yimeng didn't care, but started painting.

Half an hour later.

"Is the painting finished?" I asked in a whisper, Zhang Yimeng nodded, very careful, like a chicken pecking rice, Zhang Yimeng carefully handed it over, I took it, looked at it a few times, and sure enough, as everyone said, the painting is not good, Zhang Yimeng looked at me, lowered his head, his eyes turned a little red, sad.

"It seems that I am really not suitable for drawing. Zhang Yimeng thought so, I noticed it and smiled.

"Isn't it, isn't it a good painting?" I said, Zhang Yimeng looked up sharply and saw my smile, and at that moment, she felt like a spring breeze.

"Really, do you really think the painting is good?" Zhang Yimeng asked, with anticipation.

"Although it was flawed, I thought it was very good. I said, looked at the clock, there was still some time before the end of the evening self-study, and said, "There is still time, or you can draw another one." Come on!" Zhang Yimeng nodded, from that moment on, Zhang Yimeng and I became good friends, and that cheering became the hope in Zhang Yimeng's heart.

"What is this drawing? It's ugly. Zhang Yimeng's sketch was knocked over and fell to the ground, someone picked it up, and kept taunting, Zhang Yimeng ignored them, but just picked up the sketch silently, at this time, a strong wind blew, and someone came to the world like a god, snatched the sketch in the hand of the mocker, and helped Zhang Yimeng.

"You!" the mocking man shouted, Zhang Yimeng saw the comer, it was me, I looked at each other coldly: "What are you, the paintings painted by others, what qualifications do you have to laugh at without the permission of others?" The mocking man took a step closer, and he and I were about to start a war in an instant, at this moment, a very nice voice came.

"I think Ye Tingquan is right, this classmate, if you don't leave, as a member of the disciplinary committee of this class, I have the right to report you to the head teacher. "A man dressed in white stood up, like a breeze, and stood beside me, dressed in black and white, and we met.

"Thank you. I nodded, Meng Hua shook his head, and returned to his seat. I turned around, looked at Zhang Yimeng, and reached out to pat her on the head.

"Don't care what others think, what they think of you, just be yourself, come on!" I said, Zhang Yimeng raised her head and looked at each other, Zhang Yimeng knew at that moment that there was someone in this world who supported her, and that person's name was Ye Qiquan.

Looking back in time, I didn't expect that after such a long time, the little painter of the year has also grown into a famous cartoonist, and it is really worth the emperor's heart!

"Can you come to me at two o'clock in the afternoon, I'm holding a signing session at Kyoto Plaza, and I want to invite you to dinner. "I'll see, is it afternoon?

"Okay, you can. ”

"See you then, bye-bye. ”

"Okay, bye-bye. Zhang Yimeng replied, put down the phone, there were many paintbrushes on the desktop, but the center was just a blank paper, a blank paper, and I don't know why Zhang Yimeng stayed until now, Zhang Yimeng lay on the table, looking at the blank paper, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Everyone needs a cheer, but few people will get it, and I am the lucky one who was lucky enough to meet him and get the only life cheer in this life. - Zhang Yimeng

Tianlan Hospital.

Ah Lang wore a white suit, bought a bouquet of lilies, and walked into a ward, which is a VIP ward, expensive to use, of course, for the so-called Jianghai Group, it is natural that the woman on the hospital bed is like the lilies brought by Ah Lang, white and flawless, lying quietly on the hospital bed, this woman's name is Qin Ruomeng, is Ah Lang's high school teacher and university teacher, and Ah Lang's favorite person.

"Ruomeng, I'm back," Ah Lang put down the lily, sat on the chair, and held Qin Ruomeng's hand, at that moment, Ah Lang's eyes were extremely affectionate, "You are still sleeping, what a little lazy, do you want to open your eyes and look at me when I come back, you see, I bought your favorite lily again, open your eyes and take a look." Ah Lang said, and a woman walked in at the door behind him, it was Ah Lang's sister Jiang Ling.

"Sister, how is Ruomeng's situation?" Ah Lang asked, as if he had lost his life.

"It's still the same as usual, but in a vegetative state, the probability of waking up is very low. ”

"I know. Ah Lang replied, put Qin Ruomeng's hand back and covered it with a quilt.

"The U.S. has new technology, and there may be a chance to wake up. ”

"Will it have side effects on Ruomeng's body?" Ah Lang asked, his tone suddenly becoming indifferent.

"Don't worry, it won't. ”

"Well, let's give it a try, even though it's been a long time. Ah Lang left the ward step by step, leaving only powerful and loud footsteps, leaving like a walking corpse, Jiang Ling stood in place, shaking his head secretly.

"I don't know, lilies, when will they bloom again?"