Chapter 38: A Dully Day
Earth.
In the early morning, it was raining lightly in the sky.
After Su Qing got up, he found that it had rained in the middle of the night last night.
It soaked the dry roads of the community outside, and swept away the scorching heat of the past.
Su Qing stretched, and a crackling sound sounded.
Muscles and bones in unison!
One punch, 1,800 pounds!
"The feeling of gradually improving my strength is so cool!"
Human happiness comes from dopamine.
Su Qing, who entered the chat group and experienced the improvement of his strength, has gradually departed from worldly enjoyment.
Money, fame, lust.... and so on, low-level enjoyment, far from being able to compare with improving strength.
He was a noble man, a pure man, a moral man, a man detached from low tastes!
"Hold the grass, how did I become so hypocritical?"
"It must have been damaged by the group members."
Su Qing shook his head, feeling tired and flustered.
It's raining today, so I'm not going to go for a run.
Wearing pajamas, he staggered out of the room and began to wash.
After washing up, go into the kitchen and make breakfast.
Today he's going to make finger cakes!
Half an hour later, the golden crispy finger cake was baked.
When you bite into it, the sweet and sour flavor of the sauce, the aroma of the tenderloin, and the fresh aroma of lettuce burst out in your mouth.
Hot, oily, and crunchy.
"That's good."
After eating the finger cakes, drink a cup of freshly beaten soy milk, which is simply not too comfortable.
Clean the kitchen, look at the time, eight o'clock in the morning.
After Su Qing made a pot of tea, he sat on the sofa with his mobile phone.
"Yo, you actually sent me a dozen messages?"
Unlocking the phone screen, he found out.
After ten o'clock last night, Su Zihan, a cousin who had just added a friend, sent a series of messages.
"Brother Qing, you're on fire! (Like)"
"Video .mpeg."
"In just half a day, there were more than 100,000 likes, more than 10,000 comments, and 5,000 retweets."
"There are also a lot of people asking me in private messages, and they want to ask for your contact information."
"Screenshot .jpeg;Screenshot .jpeg;Screenshot .jpeg;Screenshot .jpeg;Screenshot.jpeg...."
"I have only had a total of 300 followers in the two years since I opened Douyin, and it has skyrocketed by more than 30,000 in half a day. (Surprise)"
"Brother Qing, where are you? Why don't you talk back? (Question)"
"Hmph, bad green brother, you even ignore me! (Bomb)"
(Voice call not connected)
(Video call not connected)
(Video call not connected)
Su Qing: The old man in the subway looks at his mobile phone.
"On fire? What's on fire? β
Ever since he started practicing, he has habitually turned his phone on silent so as not to be disturbed.
At this time, when I saw the message from my cousin, I couldn't help but be a little confused.
clicked on the video, Su Zihan's young and energetic face appeared in the camera, and then her commentary:
Today, I followed my father and my younger brother to a cousin's house, and then visited his family's new house. β
After eating a sumptuous lunch cooked by my cousin, I accidentally saw an ink painting hanging on the wall in the study. β
Then there was Su Qing's painting of the 'Remnant Sun of the Last Days', a high-definition close-up video, revealing a vast, desolate, and desperate artistic conception.
At the same time, a sad BGM background music came out of the video, and the two cooperated to make the audio-visual effect reach its peak.
"I see."
Only then did Su Qing understand what her cousin meant by 'fire'.
Among the screenshots she sent, there are screenshots of video data, screenshots of fans of her account, and screenshots of private messages in the background.
Su Qing glanced at the private message, some studios asked her to join, some painting enthusiasts asked her to exchange experiences, and some wanted to buy paintings and ask for prices.
In a word, as Su Zihan said, Su Qing's paintings are a little popular.
"Hehe, this is really unintentionally planted in the willows...."
Su Qing shook his head, not too excited.
He clicked on the dialog box and replied, "I just got up, I watched the video, and I shot well." β
"Why didn't you reply to so many messages I sent yesterday? (Rage)"
Soon, Su Zihan replied.
"I went to bed early, and I put my phone in the living room, and I didn't hear it."
Su Qing smiled faintly, the personalities of this sister and brother are really interesting.
The boy who was supposed to be naughty was very quiet, but the sister who was supposed to be quiet was very naughty.
Su Zihan: "Sleep so early? It was only 10:10 a.m. when I sent the message, and you were living a retirement life in advance? (surprised)"
Su Qing: "Adults, little children don't care." β
Su Zihan: "(Decay)"
Su Qing: "Okay, let's go review your homework, I'll be in my third year of high school soon." β
Su Zihan: "You are exactly the same as what my dad said, old-fashioned, hum." (Split)"
Su Qing: "I'm doing this for your own good, if you're not my cousin, I don't want to meddle in things." β
Su Zihan: "Ah, yes, yes, you're right." (Halo)"
Su Qing: "I won't tell you more, is your brother here?" β
Su Zihan: "My dad took him out, he should have come over." By the way, if I ask for your contact information in a private message, should I give them them? β
Su Qing: "Don't bother with it, let the bullets fly for a while." β
Su Zihan: "Okay, Brother Qing, if you sell the painting, you have to buy me a gift." (ε²tooth)"
Su Qing: "Well, it's definitely your benefits." β
The two chatted for a few more words, and there was a knock on the door.
Su Qing got up and opened the door, and it was his cousin Su Xiaolong and his cousin Su Zichen who came outside.
"Ah Qing, I won't go in, just let him go home by himself later."
As soon as he opened the door, Su Xiaolong hurriedly finished speaking, turned around and left.
"Hey Uncle Xiaolong, let Zichen have lunch here, and I'll send him back in the afternoon, it's okay."
Su Qing touched his cousin's head and called out to Su Xiaolong.
"Isn't that going to be too much of a hassle for you."
Su Xiaolong was a little embarrassed, just teach painting for free, and still care about lunch?
"It's okay, I have to cook and eat myself, and I have an extra pair of chopsticks."
Su Qing waved his hand indifferently.
"Okay, then I'll trouble you, A-Qing."
Su Xiaolong's eyes flickered for a moment before he nodded and agreed.
"Look, Uncle Xiaolong, you're polite to me again."
"Okay, I'm going back to school, so I won't tell you more."
"Then I won't delay you, go quickly."
After a few polite sentences, Su Xiaolong left in a hurry.
School is almost starting and he has to go back to school to get ready for his work before school starts.
After closing the door, Su Qing took Su Zichen into the study and continued the unfinished lesson yesterday.
Su Zichen was very obedient throughout the whole process, which made Su Qing feel a lot more worried.
Time passed, and after two hours of teaching in the morning, he was allowed to move freely.
Su Qing went to the kitchen to cook, and after eating, let Su Zichen take a nap for another hour.
When I wake up from a nap, I continue to teach the basics of ink painting.
At half past four in the afternoon, Su Qing sent him back.
At night, he cultivated Dao and abilities, and Su Qing's strength steadily improved.
Stress-free, relax and enjoy a bland and tranquil life.
Everything was beautiful!