When Bai Ge walked into Xia Chuan's home, he was surprised to find that his sister Chuan, a well-known female writer in China, actually lived in an ordinary house with two bedrooms and one living room in Gan District.

The furniture in the room is very old, but it is clean and tidy, revealing a sense of fragrance and elegance.

"This is the old house that my parents lived in when they were alive, and I don't want to change it because I get used to it. Xia Chuan explained softly.

The white pigeon nodded, not asking more.

Xia Chuan invited the white pigeon to sit down on the sofa, walked to the coffee machine and made two cups of freshly ground coffee.

Soon, Xia Chuan walked to the sofa with two delicate white porcelain cups and handed the white pigeon a glass.

The white pigeon smiled sweetly, said thank you, and took it with both hands.

Xia Chuan sat down next to the white pigeon, took a sip of coffee, and then put it on the coffee table.

She gently stroked the broken hair on her sideburns, and said softly: "White pigeon, congratulations on winning the championship of this world competition, this competition will definitely leave the strongest mark on your life." It will also be of considerable help to your future comic creation!"

"That's right, Sister Chuan. I really learned a lot from participating in this World University Student Comic Contest!"

Bai Ge excitedly gestured with his little hand a few times and continued: "I have seen comic geniuses from all over the world, and I have also seen countless colorful comic characters and souls! Now, I have a clearer direction for the road I want to take in the future!"

"But ......"

Speaking of this, the white pigeon's little head tilted, and a sweet smile appeared on his dough-like face very naturally, "Thank you Brother Fang! If it weren't for Brother Fang's encouragement to participate in this competition, I would definitely not have the courage to stand on the playing field!"

Feeling the attachment and adoration in the little girl's tone, Xia Chuan sighed in her heart, and the grasp in her heart for this mission became smaller again.

Xia Chuan was silent for a while, the corners of his mouth barely hooked up a smile, and said, "White pigeon, do you remember when we first met?"

"Of course I remember Sister Nachuan!" Bai Ge nodded and said, "At that time, I was just in the second year of junior high school, and I often bought books in your bookstore, because I like to draw comics, and you also asked me to try to draw the characters of your work "From Seven Fairies to Rural Fierce Women". ”

"But......" said this, the white pigeon smiled shyly, "But, I didn't know that you were the author. ”

"Yes, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and you little white pigeon has grown up and can fly. Xia Chuan sighed.

The white pigeon pursed his thin lips and said "um".

The two chatted for a while, but most of them were Xia Chuan talking about some interesting experiences between the two of them in the past.

The white pigeon was also recalled by Xia Chuan, and temporarily put Brother Fang aside to recall the past with her sister Chuan.

After the two reminisced about the past, Xia Chuan began to introduce the topic to Fang Zigu's Little Bird Group again.

Among them, Xia Chuan vaguely mentioned the development prospects and difficulties faced by the Little Bird Group, of course, she subconsciously exaggerated the predicament of the Little Bird Group and downplayed the development prospects of the group.

The smile on the white dove's face faded, and the curved and delicate eyebrows occasionally converged in the middle.

Xia Chuan on the side saw that the time was ripe, and said straight to the point: "White pigeon, now that you are shining in the World College Student Comics Contest, the entire comic industry basically knows your name, in fact, there is a better and broader platform for you to choose and play, why not take a long-term view?"

Xia Chuan said this, took out a document from his arms and handed it to Bai Ge, and said: "This is an invitation letter written by Mr. Edmund, the editor-in-chief of [Marvel] China, Mr. Edmund hopes that you can join [Marvel]. Mr. Edmund promised that as soon as you join [Marvel], after three years, he will transfer you to Mego's [Marvel] headquarters and make you an official [Marvel] cartoonist!"

Speaking of this, Xia Chuan continued to say step by step: "Think about it, White Pigeon, the headquarters of [Marvel] can be said to gather a group of the best cartoonists in the world, you go there, not to mention that the treatment will be many times stronger than in the [Little Bird Group], the most important thing, only when you go there and see more excellent people, can you improve rapidly, and you can go further on the road in the future!"

Xia Chuan's words are not unintelligent.

It can be said that for a true cartoonist, he may not care about money, but he decides to care about things that can make him grow and improve his creative level!

In particular, the other party also mentioned [Marvel], it is no exaggeration to say that the word [Marvel] was once the ultimate dream of the white pigeon and many cartoonists!

That's really a dream!

After Xia Chuan said these words, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The white dove stirred together a pair of ivory-like white and tender hands, lowered his head and did not speak.

Xia Chuan didn't bother the white pigeon, she knew that no matter who she was, when faced with a major decision in life, she would hesitate.

She will let the white dove think about it slowly.

I don't know how long it took for the white dove to slowly raise its head.

She picked up the coffee on the coffee table with both hands, put it to her lips and took a sip.

After all this time, the coffee had become a little cold, and a faint bitter taste rushed into the throat of the white pigeon, and then when it entered the stomach, it turned slightly sweet again.

Bai Ge put down the coffee, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the coffee stains left on his lips, and said softly: "Sister Chuan! Thank you very much! If it was me in the second year of junior high school, I would definitely agree to your invitation without hesitation!" But ......" Bai Ge pursed his lips and smiled when he said this, and said sweetly: "But Sister Chuan, you just said that Bai Ge has grown up!"

Yes, our little white dove, has grown up!

She wasn't the little girl she used to be anymore.

Not only has she grown more beautiful, but her mind has also become more mature.

Of course, there are many things that have not changed, such as the snow-white skin of the dough.

Another example......

"I've grown up, but in some ways, I'll never want to grow up. The white dove spoke softly.

Xia Chuan was stunned when he heard this, and he thought in his heart.

"Sister Chuan...... You know, I'll never forget that afternoon in the second half of my third year of junior high school...... Brother Fang once said those words in front of the head teacher that I will remember for the rest of my life. ”

"I will never forget that it was Brother Fang who trusted me, supported me, encouraged me, and gave me my first salary in life...... Although it is only 1,000 yuan, this 1,000 yuan is always the most valuable salary for me. ”

Speaking of this, the white pigeon raised his head and looked at the snow-white ceiling, "Sister Chuan, my pen name is 'a little pigeon that can't fly', this is actually my true thoughts...... I ......"

The white dove's voice grew lower and lower, and at last, as if he were talking to himself.

"I'll never leave that warm embrace, unless, unless one day...... That warm embrace doesn't want me anymore......"