What is life for?

To live is to live, and everything else is incidental.

The words of the conversation with Qin Guanglin at the fast food restaurant flashed from his mind.

Sun Wen looked at Xu Wei taking out the key hanging on his fingertips, and a trace of struggle appeared on his face.

It was her spare car, a red BMW X3, parked in the garage downstairs, and she used it to take him back to the studio on New Year's Day.

Even if it is depreciated, it can be sold for at least more than 200,000 yuan.

Two hundred thousand.

The number echoed in his mind.

"Isn't it enough?"

Xu Wei supported her head with one hand, her long hair scattered on the bed, and the other hand shook the key on her fingertips, and said casually:

"Then cut back a little, a month, be my man for a month, and that's yours."

"Why?" Sun Wen swallowed.

He faltered.

At the beginning, he wanted to start his own studio, but the reality gave him a hard blow.

Money is not that easy to make.

More than 200,000, even if the studio is not dispersed, according to the situation during the New Year, it will take him nearly two years to save enough of this number.

Now it's only a month.

"What, why? I said I was going to wrap you up a long time ago, and you didn't agree. Xu Wei saw his reaction, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Now you can reconsider." ”

“……”

was silent for a long time, and when Xu Wei was about to get impatient, Sun Wen seemed to let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders fell down, and his back was a little rickety.

"This month...... What am I going to do? ”

He knew in his heart that it was a deal.

The car of more than 400,000 yuan will be exchanged for him for a month, and it will definitely not be as simple as before.

Xu Wei smiled.

I met this infatuated man last year, watched him reject himself, watched him get back together, and watched him be betrayed - and now I want to leave.

Have you asked her?

With a slight flick of his palm, the key flew in front of Sun Wen in an arc, and he subconsciously received it in his hand.

Xu Wei looked at him quietly, the two looked at each other for a moment, she squinted her eyes and said softly, "Really thought about it?" ”

Seeing Sun Wen standing there silently, the corners of her mouth were hooked, and she shook her calves.

"Crawl here, or put the key down."

……

In March, everything grows.

After a spring rain, the buds of the tree stretch rapidly, no longer the delicate tender yellow of the original, and grow into new emerald green leaves, slightly moving in the wind.

Qin Guanglin's four-panel comic strip with him and He Hao as the template on the official account was unexpectedly popular, and he had unknowingly accumulated thousands of fans, and it was stolen by some marketing accounts, which added to the popularity.

As Sun Wen expected, it has only been half a year, and Penguin began to vigorously promote the WeChat wallet, scan the code to pay when going out to eat, and even eat a fast food for a dollar.

Fueled by money, the use of WeChat messaging began to skyrocket in a short period of time - in the first two years, it was mainly used by shaking and drifting bottles to attract people, and now it has changed from its previous tepid appearance and has the momentum to become the main social software.

Weekends, 10 a.m.

I don't know when, it has become a habit for the two of them to lie in bed on their days off, and even if they wake up, they don't bother to get up, lie together and fiddle with their phones or fiddle with each other, and they don't even get up to go grocery shopping until it's time for lunch.

Qin Guanglin felt that this was due to the loss of too much energy, otherwise there was no reason to be lazy - he could get up at seven o'clock to buy breakfast.

"You drew this?"

Qin Guanglin, the comic on the official account, has been secretly doing it, and he is going to give him a surprise when the fans break 10,000, but he didn't give him a chance to prepare a surprise, and when he browsed the web, he found this familiar-looking painting, and asked with his mobile phone horizontally in front of Qin Guanglin.

"Uh...... Right. ”

"When did you do it? How did I not know? ”

"How can I tell you, surprise." Qin Guanglin helped her close the webpage, and then found her official account on WeChat and handed it back to her, "Do you like it?" ”

Nearly 100 short stories have been accumulated on it, most of which are the daily trivialities of the two of them, and occasionally Qin's mother is mixed in.

"Hmph, make me so ugly."

Why don't you dislike it, but her face is happy, she swiped her fingers for a long time, and couldn't help laughing when she saw the painting of Qin's mother, "Draw another one, draw a story where I turned into Superman and beat you violently." ”

“……”

"How did you come up with the idea of getting this? How much money did you make? ”

"I can get it if I want to, I haven't made any money yet, Sun ...... Uh, I've heard people say that you can earn it when you follow more people, and I only have a few thousand fans, so it's not time yet. ”

Qin Guanglin remembered that he had a very bad impression of Sun Wen, so after thinking about it, he simply didn't mention him.

"Oh~ Okay, draw more, maybe you can publish a book by then, and your mother won't say that your stinky painting is not as good as mine."

"What kind of book does painting ......" Qin Guanglin didn't care, this is a record of the lives of the two of them, he doesn't think he can publish a book.

Who is the book for?

"It's easy to draw a physical version, especially a small story like yours, like that ...... my emperor" Why not pause, and the conversation changed, "Anyway, there is hope, besides, I don't still know the editor, I always urge me to draft, just hand you in." ”

She has given up directly persuading Qin Guanglin to resign, since she likes comics, it is the same for squatting at home to draw comics, it is better to find a way to keep him at home than to go out to work.

"Besides, why haven't you published the third book yet?"

"I told you I wanted to have a book signing, and I'm still thinking about ......"

"Signing?!" Qin Guanglin was slightly startled, and couldn't help but stand up and look at her, "Are you really hot?" ”

He had always thought that it was a ticket game, and even if two volumes were published, he didn't pay much attention to it, but now he suddenly felt different when he heard the signing.

Signing is a matter for great writers, so why not spread it too?

Is your job a writer or a teacher?

"I didn't ...... I just want to use the gimmick of a beautiful writer to increase a wave of sales. Why don't you smile and shake your head, and puff him up, "Beautiful writer, isn't it powerful?" ”

"Awesome ......"

Qin Guanglin looked at her and thought about it, the beautiful writer ...... I guess it counts.

After all, many people in the writer's circle are bald, and a woman comes out, as long as she is not ugly, she can be called a beautiful writer, not to mention that Teacher He is so good-looking.

"Honestly...... How much money do you make writing about? ”

On weekdays, he tries his best to cover all food, clothing, housing and transportation, so why not spend much, and he doesn't care too much about her financial situation.

Why don't you make a gesture of eight, which startled Qin Guanglin, "So many?!" ”

He became excited, rubbed his hands and thought about it, then lay down and hugged He Yu tightly, rubbed it twice, buried his head in her neck and arched, "Teacher He is awesome!" Sign, sign it, get a signing, we work hard for a year, and the house is there, hehehe......"

"But I donated it."

“……”

Qin Guanglin's movements froze, and he was stunned for a while before he reacted, and raised his head to look at her with an expression of 'you are kidding'.

"Donated?"

"Well, donate." Why don't you nod, "I'm not kidding, I really donated." ”

“……”