In the morning, everything awoke from its slumber. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWhen it's time for the sun and the moon to pass over, even if the moon is still nostalgic for the sky, it can only be slowly overshadowed by the sun's brilliance.

Through the gaps in the translucent curtains, the sun's rays sprinkled on the sleepy young man's face on the bed. The boy let out a soft snort and sang: "Look at my left hook and right hook, the person who provokes me is in danger...... Even if it's Dad, you can beat him!"

Before he finished speaking, an unfamiliar fragrance came, which made Wang Ming, who was still a little confused, sober up.

"Is it dawn? What is this place?"

First of all, I was able to confirm that this room was not the home of any of my friends. Because the black piano by the window was reflecting the sun's rays, and the sign on the lid was not recognized. And I don't have this kind of rich friend, if I have, I don't have to live a day of bread and instant noodles, and eating quick-frozen dumplings once is equivalent to the life of the New Year.

Why do you say that you live on subsistence?

In his previous life, Wang Ming, as a third-rate cartoonist, his biggest ideal in this life was that his comics could be published, but his talent was limited, and while insisting on his dream of being a cartoonist, he became a third-rate illustrator with a salary of 1500 yuan a month and lived in the demon capital. finally persevered until the work improved a little, but was falsely accused by his assistant and best friend of stealing his ideas, a lawsuit, ruined his art career, and in the face of the distrustful eyes of his peers, he was gloomy and prepared to go home to farm.

As a farewell, Wang Ming called a few cartoonists who were almost as miserable as himself and went to a barbecue stall on the street to drink. Five Northeast masters, 40 skewers and three cases of beer, none of them did not drink high, as for themselves, they were probably lying under the table.

After getting drunk, Wang Ming had a long dream, looking at the life of a 16-year-old boy from the perspective of God, and at the end of the dream, the boy's father gave the boy a mouth, so Wang Ming would sing, and they couldn't hear it anyway.

"Forget it, since you're awake, get up. ”

lifted the quilt and was about to go to the ground, when he suddenly felt cold in his lower body, and looked down, "Damn, I don't have the habit of sleeping naked!"

Grabbed the quilt and covered his crotch, looking for his somewhat shabby black boxer briefs, but after looking around, he didn't find his underwear.

"Where the hell are the panties?"

A thought popped into my head and instructed myself to keep my underwear in a small drawer under the closet.

"Ahh......h

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The hospital is Wang Ming's least favorite place to go, not to mention anything else, the smell of formalin often makes him feel like a corpse specimen.

Stimulated by this smell, Wang Ming woke up from his stupor.

"Where am I?"

The sound made by Wang Ming when he woke up made the beautiful woman sitting next to him hug Wang Ming, who was a little sluggish, and cried bitterly: "Ah Ming, it's great that you can wake up, I'm scared to death, if you want to drop out of school to draw comics, just draw it!" Mom...... Auntie, I've got your back!"

Being hugged by a strange woman, Wang Ming was a little overwhelmed, but the extra memory suddenly appeared in his mind, telling him that the person in front of him was his father's continuation, his stepmother, and his name was Liu Zhuyan.

Thinking of the attitude of the young man in his memory, Wang Ming, who had not yet figured out the situation, had to pretend to be the young man, pushed and hugged his stepmother a little harder, and as soon as his hand moved, a heart-piercing pain came, making Wang Ming can't help but scream: "Ah!"

Hearing Wang Ming's scream, Liu Zhuyan hurriedly let go of Wang Ming, saw the blood flow of the needle in Wang Ming's hand, knew that it might be a needle roll, and hurriedly rang the bell to call the doctor.

Looking at the anxious look on the beautiful woman's face, Wang Ming probably guessed the current situation.

In this case, it is absolutely impossible to kidnap, and the most valuable thing on your body is a ticket home, which is not necessarily richer than the kidnappers. In this way, I must have crossed over!

Crossed over!

Crossed over!

Crossed over!

Taking advantage of the chaos just now, Wang Ming searched for the relevant memories and knew the information he wanted to know the most.

The dragon kingdom in this world is much more powerful than the dragon kingdom in Wang Ming's impression. On the basis of the peak of the Tang Dynasty and the long rule of the millennium, the population of the Dragon Kingdom was several times that of the original, and the territory was larger than the original.

As the world's oldest ancient civilization, and the only nation in the world with intact heritage, most of the Dragon Kingdom people have a strong national plot. In the same way, because of the strength of the dragon kingdom, Chinese characters are known as the most beautiful and noble language in the world.

The development of this world culture is also very interesting, which makes Wang Ming very satisfied.

Judging by the memories of its predecessor, comics are an emerging genre that emerged thirty years ago. The material life of the rich Longguo people in terms of spiritual needs is extremely large, and the emergence of this theme just meets the growing needs of the Chinese people in terms of spiritual culture, so in this short period of 30 years, novels, animation and other related industries have followed the rapid development, and many popular works have been adapted into film and television works on the screen, and as the pioneer of this theme, Gray Stream is known as the "father of comics" by the world.

The comics created by him have been popular for half the sky in the past 30 years. If you want to describe its extent, then it is most appropriate to use a mobile phone to describe it, how popular the mobile phone is, how popular the comics are, there is a feeling that the whole people read comics and the whole people read comics.

As for his family, according to the memories left by his predecessor, it is a family that has been inherited for thousands of years, starting from the Tang Ming Emperor period, because after Emperor Xuan's new policy, the imperial court no longer suppressed merchants, so the Wang family, who had a small thin field, became a rich man by selling horses and selling grain. For thousands of years, each generation of the Wang family will produce several pillars, in the ancestors of the core idea of "wartime success, prosperous development", the Wang family followed behind the Tang Dynasty, after thousands of years of ups and downs have never declined.

Father Wang Chengji is the eldest son of his generation, as the eldest son of the Wang family, of course, the identity of his wife is not bad, and she is the youngest daughter of the prime minister's family, that is, her biological mother. But it is a pity that his mother was born weak and forcibly conceived and gave birth, so that she died in childbirth. After that, the grieving father lived alone in his mother's favorite courtyard, and gradually froze himself.

Under the tenderness and sweetness of his mother's best friend Liu Zhuyan, his father's frozen heart gradually softened due to the early death of his wife, and under gratitude, he married Liu Zhuyan, who was not married at the time. And his father's behavior made the grandfather in charge of the house, Long Yan, angry, but the two had already received the marriage certificate, and they were already in the boat, so it was too late to say anything. There was no choice but to send the two to a place far away from the center of power, so that out of sight was clear.

Now, my father is the president of a publicly traded entertainment company and the president of Four Seasons Press. stepmother Liu Zhuyan is a vocal music teacher who studied in an art school before, and she should now be an ordinary student in the vocal music class of an art school.