To Wen Yang's surprise, Xia Wei's amount of alcohol seemed to be okay, after a few glasses of wine, his face was slightly red, and his spirit looked quite good.

After three rounds of drinking, the two chatted while drinking, and gradually talked about more personal topics such as life, family, and ideals.

"It turns out that my uncle still has such an identity,"

After taking a sip of the wine in the glass, Xia Wei put the back of his hand on his somewhat hot cheeks, and asked puzzledly, "Then why don't you go back with your father?" It's been hard to be alone in Haishi, these years. ”

"The son inherits the father's shadow, even if he comes out of the hall, he is not capable!"

After a few glasses of wine, Tong Jun was a little excited, his thinking was boundless, and he was talking about his dream in this life - writing, making money, and helping all the poor.

Of course, the premise of all this is to rely on his own efforts to achieve.

"Why do people make money?"

After taking a sip of wine, Tong Jun's eyes lit up, "Make money and make yourself live well, it's Xiaozhi; Making money and making the people you love live well is Zhongzhi; Making money and making everyone live well is what men do. ”

"Over the years, I have traveled north and south, and finally stayed in Haishi, maybe one day I will live this ** non-stop life again, and I am also used to this kind of life. If I go back and rely on my father's connections, I may get a stable job in the system, but I will lose the lifestyle that I am living now, lose my free soul, do similar things every day, receive a small amount of money every month, and look forward, I can see how I will grow old in ten years. The dream of making a lot of money and then helping all the poor will become a dream completely and forever. ”

"I don't want that."

Tong Jun's expression became more and more serious, "Some people call such ideas 'idealism', but people always have to dream. ”

"That's right, men should have dreams!"

A middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded at the door, and Wen Yang was dizzy by Tong Jun's impassioned words, and his attention suddenly recovered.

Who?

Jumping off the sofa, Wen Yang bared his teeth and rushed straight to the door, his face was hot.

I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, as a canine, I didn't find a stranger in my house!

The middle-aged man at the door was not angry and arrogant, and reached out and knocked a chestnut on his nose, which hurt very much.

Zhao Han pushed open the door of the house and turned sideways to let the people behind him in, "Da Mao, you don't even recognize me?" Look who's coming? ”

A round face with a smile on his face emerged from behind Zhao Han.

Ah, lemons!

How did Zhao Han and Lemon get here?

As soon as the thought flashed, Wen Yang found that he couldn't hold back his castration with his teeth bared, and was about to pounce on Lemon, so he had to jump up on the spot and try to twist his body in the air...... Failed, fell to the ground on all fours, and kept humming and chirping.

Zhao Han smiled and stretched out his hand to scoop him up from the ground, hugged him and walked into the house, "I'm sorry, you two didn't close the door, I opened the door as soon as I pushed it." ”

Listening to Tong Jun's words, Xia Wei's eyes also lit up, but he was startled by the stranger who suddenly appeared, and Zhao Han, who was kicking the door, couldn't speak.

"I'll come and I'll come out!"

Little Chubby Lemon jumped out of the house and began to explain who he was, who the middle-aged uncle next to him was, and why they were here.

It turned out that Gong Jiang and Song Hanzhong's vaccine research and development made rapid progress after the birth of Bai Er and Hitler, the pair of panda cubs, and using their more stable genes after a generation of inheritance, the R&D center worked overtime to do a series of complicated and huge experiments, and finally developed the first batch of vaccines, and has been put into human trials.

So Zhang Mingyue received a call from Gong Jiang, and after learning the good news, Zhang Mingyue told Zhao Han's family again, so in the name of tourism, in fact, a few people who stayed in a private villa with good conditions and few mobile people hurriedly began to pack their things, and returned to Haishi on the same day.

Of course, Lemon was very smart not to say these words in front of Tong Jun and Xia Wei, Wenyang only listened to Lemon after following Zhao Han back to Gong's house. After a tiring day's travel, not to mention children, even adults are quite tired, after saying these things, Lemon put his arms around him and quickly fell asleep.

At this moment, in front of Tong Jun and Xia Wei, Lemon crackled and said a lot of words, with very little substantive content, most of them were selling cuteness, and the meaning of a string of words was summed up: His name is Zhao Han, a friend of my father Gong Jiang, my name is Lemon, and I am the little owner of this husky big hair, and now my family is back, so I came to pick up Da Mao home, and I am very grateful to Uncle Tong Jun for taking care of my big hair.

The two of them suddenly realized.

"Oh, it's okay, Da Mao is good, don't bother and don't bother, okay, you can take it." Tong Jun just showed a big smile, but suddenly paused, "Ah, no, you can't take it away yet." ”

"Huh?"

Lemon was stunned, "Why?" ”

Tong Jun hesitated, but he was not embarrassed to tell Lemon that he was studying his husky during this time and was working on a micro-comic series, but he was hesitating to say to himself, whether this child could understand.

After thinking about it, Tong Jun turned on the computer and showed all the preliminary progress of the micro-comic in front of Lemon, explaining to Lemon why he couldn't take Da Mao away yet.

Lemon curiously leaned in front of the computer, watched one or two episodes of micro-comics, and couldn't stop, and finished reading it with relish in one go, and still couldn't get enough, "Wow, Da Mao is so cute!" It's so stupid, but it's cute again! Why is it gone? What about the back? ”

"The rest hasn't been done yet."

Xia Wei was a little nervous in front of the stranger, blushing crampedly, and said in a thin voice.

Zhao Han stared at the computer screen from the top of Lemon's head and looked at it seriously, and a deep and steady smile bloomed on the uncle's face.

"This thing is doing well." Pointing to the micro-comics on the computer screen, Zhao Han looked at Tong Jun and Xia Wei, "All of them were made by the two of you?" ”

"Hmm."

The two nodded in unison.

Zhao Han touched Wen Yang's head and asked with great interest: "After you do it, what channels do you plan to use to promote it?" ”

When it came to the details, Tong Jun began to talk about his thoughts endlessly.

Recently, after communicating with some friends in his circle, he found that in addition to publishing these micro-comics through magazines, newspapers and other print media, there is also a new way to make this micro-comic be seen by more people.