Lin Xia can understand Luo Zixuan's thoughts, it is not easy for a person to find a suitable one in his life, she is so compatible with Han Yuyang, there will always be problems in partiality, it is strange that the old man is not in a hurry, if it is her, I am afraid that she is also anxious to die, I just want to force my son to marry someone else.

Lin Xia snorted, saw someone pushing the door, helped open the door, and the flower delivery brother sent a bunch of roses as usual, red as fire, white as snow, Lin Xia signed the notebook, and said: "It's really hard little brother, you have to help move the flowers out again, it's the trash can opposite, please throw it away." ”

The little brother held the tender and bright roses, a little reluctant, and persuaded: "Why don't you leave a bouquet, a bouquet is fine, so many colors, there is always something you like, Miss." ”

"It doesn't matter if I like it or not." This flower was given to Chen Xiaoxi, what does it have to do with her, every time she sent flowers before, Lin Xia would ask Chen Xiaoxi once, Chen Xiaoxi resolutely refused, and Lin Xia didn't bother to ask again in the past two days, and threw the flowers directly into the trash.

Today, the company is busy, several editors went to Mingle's meeting together, and a few authors and editors went to participate in the comic con, leaving Lin Xia and Xue Qi in the company.

Lin Xia had to work a lot of effort just to throw it out alone, so she asked the flower brother to help send it directly to the trash can, it was really there, and when Chen Xiaoxi came back from the meeting, when he saw the flowers in the office, he would definitely tear them down along with the office.

"Doesn't it matter?"

The flower delivery guy really doesn't understand, why is it not important? But the person who receives the flowers doesn't want it, he's just a flower giver, so he can't persuade him in one more move, in case of a backlash, he still wants a job.

"Yes, thank you."

Lin Xia threw the flowers into the trash can with the flower delivery brother and handed him a cup of milk tea.

"Thank you, next time you meet someone who buys flowers, you better persuade it, if you have money to spend on this flashy thing, it is better to donate it to the mountain friends who need money, and you can also receive a lot of gratitude letters, young people, especially rich young people, must know how to contribute to social development, rather than just knowing how to create rice fields. Common. ”

Flower Seller: ...... Looking at a long elegant and lovely girl, why open and close her mouth to be old-fashioned, and still put Yoneda. This kind of word is on his lips, and the taste of a rich man is really, he doesn't understand.

One morning in Lin Xia drawing comics, Xue Qi sorted out the manuscript, after a while, Xue Qi turned on the live broadcast of the comic exhibition, and after seeing the full screen of characters cosplay, he suddenly turned around and shook Lin Xia a few times, and said excitedly: "Lin Xia, Lin Xia, there is really you, look at you, you didn't go to the comic con to make the comic con look like anything, you still let others live." ”

Lin Xia, who was shaken and dizzy, finally found his senses, rescued his head, looked at the computer screen, only saw a colorful screen, and then said in confusion: "What is this, does it have anything to do with me?" ”

"You still say it has nothing to do with you?" Xue Qi pointed to the computer and began to identify: "Don't you know who this person is cosplaying?" This is the male protagonist of your Jiangshan Ling, this is the heroine of the medical female saint, and this, this Nima is the male number three in the splendid world, a male number three dominates the screen, you see for yourself, whose anime are these wild people imitating, isn't it yours? ”

Lin Xia took a closer look, her eyes suddenly couldn't be taken off, the more she looked, the happier she became, and finally squeezed Xue Qi aside, watched it seriously, looked at it, her tears suddenly flowed out, turned her head and said to Xue Qi: "Xue Qi, I'm so happy, I succeeded, the wind and sand years are in vain." “

"Yes, the Wind and Sand Years are indeed successful, but it's a pity."

Lin Xia shook his head, "It's a pity, although I can't draw comics now, but I still have the Wind and Sand Years, and there are so many fans, so many people like me, I'm so happy, the Wind and Sand Years will definitely become a legend in the future, even if I really can't draw comics again in my life, I can also look away." ”

Lin Xia stood up and stood straight, at this moment, she seemed to be standing on a high mountain, alone, left behind and independent, and in front of her was no longer the so-called computer screen, but a bottomless cliff, with clouds at her feet, mountains and rivers at her feet, and all the people at her feet, and standing on the altar of legends, she made people look up unattainable, with a huge flag behind her.

The word legend was written on the flag, and she was intoxicated by this beautiful picture that people couldn't bear to look at directly, and smiled like a fool, "Xue Qi, I'm already a legend, don't worship me quickly, just pay tribute to my dead career." ”

Xue Qi listened to it, and felt that something was wrong, she should have been very moved and regretful about Lin Xia's current situation, but thinking of what she had calculated with Chen Xiaoxi in private, and concealed the direct matter, her expression was not good, and she took a sip.

"Put away your tears, the whole one is a drama spirit, don't come to earn my tears, I haven't been angry with you and troubled you."

Lin Xia whimpered, hugged his shoulders and cried, "Xue Qi, you are no longer my best friend, I am so sad, you don't even know how to comfort me, and you still say cool things." ”

"Huh!" Xue Qi let out a two-way mockery, "Just ask you, is "The Legend of Ghosts and Gods" selling well?" Is the copyright fee high, and are there many people who like it? ”

Lin Xia raised his head, wiped the tears that did not exist in the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile: "This is a comic that looks up to the dawn, what does it have to do with me, I'm just her editor, I can't envy it, I can't envy it." ”

"Get out, go buy me food, I'm going to have a big meal today, if you can't satisfy me, we'll be friends."

So, Lin Xia was kicked out of the company by what she thought was her best friend, and she pitifully went to prepare a satisfying meal for her.

The past two years have really been the era of anime, what anime revisions, revised audio e-books, revised TV series, everything is related to comics, so much so that this time the comic exhibition is broadcast live on the big screen on the side of the road.

Lin Xia saw those familiar flowers, her eyes showed a melancholy look, there were joys, and regrets, she really regretted the wind and sand years, regretted the days of danger and excitement in the struggle, and now such a cliché work, although it is calm, but it is less energetic, and it is still Lin Xia's regret that she can't go.

Although this comic con still has a place for Lin Xia, the popularity of the wind and sand years after the pen is sealed, has reached a new climax, and there are more people who like her, and the previous works are also rising, and now the special degree is getting better and better day by day, but this is not important, the important thing is that the wind and sand years have sealed the pen, and she barely sends another free one is already the limit, and then participate in the comic book exhibition activities, and the pen has become a joke.