"Hey, where is your kid now?"

As soon as Lin Yan picked up the phone, the editor's roar came from the opposite side.

"Uncle Jian, you know me, I have never liked that kind of occasion very much." He is very aware of Ken Hirai's character, after all, the two have been running in together for three years.

The relationship between cartoonists and editors is like fish and water, no one can do without each other, and he has been able to change from a little-known rookie newcomer in China to a well-known cutting-edge cartoonist, all of which is inseparable from the help of the editor on the other side of the phone.

"The award ceremony is a pigeon, so when will your new manuscript be handed in?"

As a senior editor, Hirai Ken feels that since he brought Lin Yan, his blood pressure has been much higher, higher than when he was tutoring his second daughter's homework, and the little hair left has begun to be precarious.

His daughter is not smart because she accidentally hit her head when she was a child, and this kid is purely lazy.

Cartoonist, a profession that doesn't feel normal without a little quirk.

"Strong...... Uncle...... What you say, I can't hear clearly......"

Lin Yan deliberately pulled the phone a little farther away, pretending to have a bad signal.

"Do you want me to go to your house now?" Ken Hirai doesn't eat this set, sometimes urging manuscripts is more testing than debt collection, and it's not that old editors can't adapt to it at all.

"No, hehe."

"Then you ......"

Before Hirai Jian finished finishing the rest of the words, Lin Yan quickly intercepted the conversation: "Uncle Jian, I plan to go out to collect wind and prepare for the opening of a new pit, so the manuscript must be delayed a little." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly hung up the phone and went on to pack his things.

Lin Yan's residence in this city is not too big, after all, he has lived here for more than three years, and it is not long, it is not short.

The room was very clean.

The only place that seemed a little messy was probably a place that looked like a studio, littered with paper and unfinished drawings.

If any enthusiast sees these manuscripts, I believe they will immediately recognize that this is a very popular shoujo manga that has just ended.

Yes, Lin Yan is a shoujo manga writer, and he is a shoujo cartoonist who has just won an award and his work has been adapted.

"Alas, I don't know when I'll meet my own Asamiko."

He picked up an original manuscript, looked at the heroine from his own handwriting, and sighed faintly.

As a girl cartoonist, contrary to the public's conjecture, Lin Yan has never been in love, and he has not even held a girl's hand.

Commonly known as: otaku.

This can break the hearts of Lin Yan's relatives, especially his aunt.

What's more, Lin Yan has a little habit that he is more ashamed to talk about, that is, he is different from most people in terms of aesthetic views, and he likes girls who are relatively older.

If you have to choose between the age of eighteen and the age of twenty-eight, then Lin Yan will definitely choose the age of twenty-eight, and the age of thirty-eight is not impossible, and the age of forty-eight is ......

Well, it's a bit of a no-brainer, and you can only consider it if you're particularly beautiful or rich.

"Uncle Jian, don't blame me, I didn't mean to run, when I find inspiration, I will definitely deliver the manuscript on time."

Lin Yan patted the packed suitcase, and then looked at the ticket that had been booked in advance.

He just took the opportunity to relax after finishing the manuscript, received the award, got the money, and forced himself to work is simply an anti-human act, it is time to take a break.

No, it can't be called rest, it should be called wind collection.

That's right, let's use this reason to fool Uncle Hirai, I believe he will be surprised to see his empty apartment in a few days.

If you have the ability, go to another country to find me.

Goodbye, only the editors who will rush the draft.

Goodbye, cute little fans.

Goodbye, the city that has brought you fame and money.

He needed a fresh start.

"Auntie ......"

"Hey, hey, I said don't call me that, I feel so old."

Lin Yan stood at the entrance of the airport and spoke helplessly on the phone: "Then what should I be called?" ”

"Don't call me Auntie, call me Tiffany."

"Aunt Tiffany?"

"Ah, you kid want to die, don't you?"

The female voice on the other side of the phone suddenly rose a lot.

Lin Yan took the phone away from afar, his aunt deserved to be one of the lead singers of the former national women's group, and her voice was indeed very loud.

"Auntie, my mother is your sister, it's not normal for me to call you that."

"Okay, I'm not going to dwell on this with you, did you get off the plane?" The woman named Tiffany may feel that she can't beat her nephew, so she decisively changes the subject.

Every time I talk to this little guy, I feel like I'm years older, it's so annoying.

"Well, just arrived."

"That's good, why did you suddenly remember to come here, I haven't heard you say it before."

"Auntie, I want to see the place where you have struggled, don't you want to come back after a while?"

"Ah, yes, I'm going back too......" Tiffany's tone was a little evasive, and she seemed rather weak.

"Auntie, you said you helped me arrange a place to live, you should tell me now, right?"

Lin Yan wrapped his clothes, and the weather in February was still slightly cool.

"Well, I'll send you an address, you can just go over directly, and the key is placed at the bottom left of the carpet at the door."

"Shall I just go and live?" Lin Yan doesn't trust her unreliable aunt very much, and she does do do some reckless things sometimes.

"That's right, it's not a very simple matter for my aunt to get you a house."

Tiffany is unhappy that her ability to do things is being questioned.

Lin Yan hurriedly followed and patted a sycophant: "Yes, my sister-in-law is a member of the National Women's League, absolutely no problem." ”

His aunt liked to listen to compliments.

"I said to find someone to pick you up, but you still don't do it, it's too troublesome to go by yourself."

"Auntie, I'm twenty-three years old."

"When did you grow this big?"

"Guess what?"

Lin Yan hung up the phone speechlessly, and if he continued to chat, it was estimated that his aunt's CPU would burn in a while.

He walked out of the airport, reached for a taxi, reported the address he had just gotten, and looked out the window with his arms crossed.

Lin Yan, male, 23 years old.

Born in 1996, he may have just graduated from college in many places, but at this time the man was already a well-known cartoonist.

However, although Lin Yan works in that two-dimensional country, in terms of blood nationality, he is an out-and-out Chinese.

His sister-in-law is American, his mother is also American, but his father is Chinese, and the love process of his parents belongs to another story, in Lin Yan's impression, the deepest stories of childhood come from the aunt named Tiffany.

The man once thought about it for ten days and ten nights and didn't understand why such a quiet beauty as his mother would have such an unreliable sister.

When Lin Yan was young, he didn't suffer less from his aunt, who was only less than ten years old.

A certain Pani: Seven years old!

Well, but there are also benefits, he was able to follow the path of a cartoonist thanks to the help of Aunt Tiffany, otherwise he would have been a law or finance student by now.

Therefore, Lin Yan has always treated her aunt as an unreliable friend.

However, he didn't tell his aunt what subject he was drawing.

There is not much difference between drawing comics and writing online articles, and there are no scruples among like-minded people, but if they are known by relatives and friends, they will be very ashamed, especially if Lin Yan draws a special subject.

Shoujo manga.

If that unscrupulous aunt knew that she had never been in love, she drew a girl's comic, she would definitely die of laughter.

Therefore, it is resolute to do a good job of confidentiality.

This time when he came here, Lin Yan planned to live for a year and a half, but he didn't have a place to live abroad, so he had to ask his aunt for help.

Should...... It won't be a big problem, right?

After about an hour, the taxi finally pulled Lin Yan to his destination.

It's a very upscale neighborhood.

"Auntie turns out to be reliable sometimes."

He nodded secretly, and then followed the road signs to find the address on the text message.

Key......

The bottom left corner of the rug at the entrance......

Hey, there really is.

Lin Yan opened the door.

And then......

and another small figure who appeared in the room was stunned at the same time.