I don't know why, every time Yang Zheng sees Huanhuan, he will always chatter non-stop, and the face that is usually tense and uninhibited will bloom into a spring flower like now.

The way he communicates with Huanhuan is very simple, basically he is talking and Huanhuan is listening.

Most of the time, Huanhuan didn't need to use sign language and words to express anything, Yang Zheng could guess what she wanted to say and respond to from the expression on her face and her eyes.

Obviously, the two of them have only known each other for two months, but they have known each other for 22 years, which is amazing, but not surprising.

Because Huanhuan is such a person, her joys, sorrows, and likes are all on her face. Unlike people who hide everything in their hearts, she lives really, lives chicly, and lives may not be as wonderful as others imagine, but she can live as she wishes.

Yang Zheng likes to see laughter very much, as long as she smiles, Yang Zheng seems to be able to return from a young man in his twenties and thirties to a young man in sixteen or seventeen.

Even talking would become as naughty and childish as just now, he washed the dishes, put the dishes and chopsticks in the sterilizer, shook his hand, and remembered Huanhuan's smiling face after finally hearing that he was going to vote for her recommendation, and he also smiled.

He probably won't be going online tonight to play games. Tonight, he must vote for Huanhuan's recommendation.

Huanhuan's cartoon is published on a small comic website, which is a cartoon about a young girl playing chess.

Not only is the plot boring, but the professional chess terms in it are even more annoying, so there are only three people who collect her comics.

But from the gorgeous pictures and the well-designed composition of the characters' faces, it can be seen that she is very serious in her paintings.

Perhaps, it was because of her seriousness and diligence that she was signed by her editor-in-charge.

After all, who in this world doesn't like serious and diligent girls?

Yang Zheng turned on the computer, opened the web page, opened the website where Huanhuan published comics, opened the search box, and opened Huanhuan's comics.

He also filled up his membership, completed various certifications, and was mentally prepared, and put away his same impetuous heart.

He carefully read Huanhuan's cartoons word by word.

He looked at it too seriously, and his eyes were eager to stick to the computer screen, and the beautiful picture that had been crossed by Huanhuan's brush made his eyes widen.

From the fallen leaves on the ground in the painting, to the close-up of the exaggerated expressions of the characters, he didn't even let go of the blank space that Huanhuan painted casually. Sometimes he smiled, sometimes frowned, sometimes shrunk with the pale plot Adam's apple, his facial features collapsed because of the high concentration of mental power, and he could often hear his deafening sound of swallowing and spitting hard.

As the pictures on the web page flipped through one by one, he could no longer use the word serious to describe the comics, he seemed to have become very religious, and his eyes seemed to be overexerted because of this piety, and some tears rose from it.

After a while, he finally blinked. A burst of sporadic white light made him struggle out of the highly concentrated spiritual world, and he subconsciously took out the cigarette in his pocket, this time he just gently took out a cigarette and carefully placed it in his mouth.

The inferior lighter for one dollar was also fired several times because of his constantly trembling hands, and intermittent white mist spit out of his mouth, and he leaned back in his chair for a long time before he came to his senses.

Alas, he changed from a young man of seventeen or eighteen at the time of his meal to a young man of twenty or thirty years of age who now fits his real age.

He sighed for a long time, and even he didn't know what he was sighing about. Anyway, I'm not sighing for the tears of the chess girl at the end of today's comics.

He should be sighing for something else.

He twisted his head, as if he had finally regained his strength, and he put his hand on the mouse, trying to vote for the comic. But unfortunately, the account shows that the number of referral votes he can cast is zero.

Yang Zheng has never read a comic website, and he has never voted for a work on a comic website, so he was a little puzzled when he saw this zero vote, he moved his mouse and looked at the prompt below.

It turns out that a newly created number,Even if a paid member wants to vote for recommendation,You have to watch three different comics for more than ten minutes to get one.,I have to say that this website has a hand in operation.,Can use this unpleasant way to retain those who have just entered the traffic and to restrain the ticket swiping account。

Of course, it can only be restraint, in the eyes of many businessmen who specialize in swiping tickets, exchanging time for money is always a business that only makes money and does not lose money.

Time is also the most important thing for Yang Zheng now, and since he has promised to vote, he can't break his promise.

He looked at the time, it was only ten o'clock in the evening, and he still had time, he casually opened the two comic books on the leaderboard, tilted his head and leaned back in his chair.

The original earnestness and piety became a joke in his indecent sitting posture and the slowly burning cigarette on his mouth.

He half-shrugged his shoulders like this, the mouse clicked quickly, and his eyes became dull, page by page should have been a wonderful picture, and the dense barrage mixed in the picture, like the sticky and dense spider webs he had seen when he was a child, which made him inexplicably disgusted.

Ten minutes is really a long time, Yang Zheng thought as he watched the time.

This should also be the longest cigarette he has ever smoked, and the cigarette that he usually smokes in two or three minutes is six minutes.

He lit another cigarette, and his mind was full of thoughts, what was he sorry for?

When the cigarette was about to burn out again, he finally stood up, clicked on the next comic, and looked at the delicate picture, he shook the ash that had just accidentally fallen on his body.

The clean and spotless picture on the screen corresponds to him who is covered in soot and a little melancholy off the screen, like the crying and laughing girl in Huanhuan's comics.

It seems that Huanhuan is not laughing all the time.

Yang Zheng snuffed out the cigarette, looked at the time, and finally stayed up for another ten minutes.

He finally had a referral ticket.

He finally sent a recommendation ticket on time today, fulfilling his promise to Huanhuan.

He closed the web page and opened a folder, and his long, thin fingers suddenly became dexterous.

He's reworking his resume.

The once dry resume gradually became vivid under the tapping of his ten energetic fingers.

Yang Zheng, male, age 29.

Bachelor's degree, with seven years of work experience.

He has been honored as the best employee of the company six times.

His ideal now is to work hard and live hard.