What is the purpose of living?

Living is to live, everything else comes with it.

The words of talking to Qin Guanglin at a fast food restaurant flashed through his mind.

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

It was her spare car, a red BMW x3, parked in the garage downstairs. She used that car to take him back to the studio on New Year's Day.

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

Two hundred thousand.

This number echoed in his heart.

“Isn’t it enough?”

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

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

"Why?" Sun Wen swallowed.

He was shaken.

When he was full of energy, he wanted to build his own studio, but reality gave him a heavy blow.

Money is not that easy to make.

It's more than 200,000 yuan, even if the studio is not dispersed, it will take nearly two years for him to save enough of this number according to the situation during the Chinese New Year.

It's only one month now.

"What why? I've said I'm going to cover you, you don't agree." Xu Wei saw his reaction and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Now you can rethink it."

“…”

After a long silence, when Xu Wei was about to be impatient, Sun Wen seemed to have a breath of breath, his shoulders collapsed, and his back was a little hunched.

"What am I going to do this month?"

He knew in his heart that this was a deal.

If he had a car worth more than 400,000 yuan in one month, it would definitely not be as simple as before.

Xu Wei smiled.

Last year, I met this infatuated man, watching him reject him, watching him get back together, and then watching him betrayed - now I just want to leave.

Have you asked her?

He swung his palm gently, and the key flew in front of Sun Wen in an arc, and he subconsciously took it into his hand.

Xu Wei looked at him quietly, and the two of them looked at each other for a moment. She squinted her eyes and said softly, "Have you really thought about it?"

Seeing Sun Wen standing there without saying a word, the corners of her mouth curled up and she shook her calves.

"Climb over, or put the key down."

...

In March, everything grows.

After a spring rain, the buds stretched rapidly, no longer the delicate tender yellow color that was originally, but grew into green new leaves, moving slightly in the wind.

Qin Guanglin posted a four-frame comic with him and He Zha as a template on the official account and was unexpectedly popular. He had accumulated thousands of fans without realizing it, and was stolen by some marketing accounts, adding to the popularity.

Just as Sun Wen had expected, it was only half a year before Penguin began to vigorously promote WeChat wallet, scan the code to pay when going out for dinner, and even eat a fast food for one dollar.

Driven by money, the use of WeChat began to soar in a short period of time. In the past two years, it mainly relied on the gameplay of shaking and drifting bottles to attract people. Now it has changed its lukewarm appearance and has the momentum to become a major social software.

Weekend, 10:00 am.

At some point, staying in bed on a day off has become a habit for both of them. Even if they wake up, they are too lazy to get up. They lie together and fiddle with their phones or fiddle with each other until they are about to have lunch.

Qin Guanglin felt that this was because he lost too much energy, otherwise there would be no reason to become lazy - he could get up at seven o'clock to buy breakfast.

"Is this what you painted?"

Qin Guanglin has been secretly doing the comics on the official account, preparing to surprise him when his fans have exceeded 10,000 yuan, but he didn't give him a chance to prepare a surprise. When browsing the web, he found this familiar painting and asked with his phone in front of Qin Guanglin.

“Uh…right.”

"When did it happen? Why don't I know?"

"How can I tell you? I'm surprised." Qin Guanglin helped her turn off the web page, then found her official account on WeChat and followed her, and then handed it back to her, "Do you like it?"

Nearly a hundred short stories have been accumulated above, most of them are the daily trivialities of the two of them, and occasionally Qin's mother is involved.

"Hmph, I'm so ugly."

Why bother to disgust, but the face was filled with joy. She stroked her finger for a long time. When she saw Qin Ma appearing, she couldn't help laughing, "Draw another one, draw a story about me turning into Superman and beating you."

“…”

"How did you think of making this? How much money did you make?"

"I just did it, but I haven't made any money yet. Sun... Uh, I heard from others that I can only make money if I follow more people. I have only a few thousand fans, so it's not time yet."

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

"Oh~ OK, draw more, maybe you can publish this book when the time comes, and your mother won't say that you are not as stinky as me."

"What kind of book will be drawn..." Qin Guanglin didn't care. This is what records the lives of the two of them. He didn't think he could publish a book.

Who will publish a book for?

"It is easy to draw a physical version, especially a short story like yours, like the emperor..." Why bother pausing and turning the conversation, "Anyway, there is hope. Besides, I still know the editor, I always urge me to write the manuscript and just hand you over."

She had given up and directly persuaded Qin Guanglin to resign. Since she liked comics, it would be the same when squatting at home to draw comics. It would be better to find a way to stay at home than to run out to work.

"Let's talk about it, why haven't you released the third volume yet?"

"Then told me that I wanted to have a signing event, but I'm still thinking about it..."

"Sales signing?" Qin Guanglin was slightly shocked and couldn't help but hold up to look at her, "Are you really popular?"

He always thought that it was a playful ticket. Even though he published two volumes, he didn't pay too much attention. Now he heard that he was signing and felt different.

Signing for sale is a great writer's business, why not be able to get it on?

Is the full-time job a writer or a teacher?

"No... I just want to use the gimmick of a beautiful writer to add a wave of sales." Why don't you smile and shake your head, and hold his face over and whisper, "Beautiful writer, are you powerful?"

"sharp……"

Qin Guanglin looked at her and thought, "A beautiful writer... should be considered a good person."

After all, many of the writers are bald, and a woman appears. As long as she is not ugly, she can be called a beautiful writer, not to mention that Teacher He is so beautiful.

"To be honest...how much money did you make in writing?"

On weekdays, he tried his best to cover all food, clothing, housing and transportation, so why not spend much money? He didn't care much about her financial situation.

Why not compare the eighth gesture, which scared Qin Guanglin, "So many?"

He suddenly became excited, rubbed his hands and thought about it, then lay down and hugged him tightly, rubbed him twice, buried his head in her neck and arched, "Teacher He is so great! Sign, sign it, make a sale, we will work hard for a year, and the house will be available, hehehe..."

“But I donated it.”

“…”

Qin Guanglin's movements were stunned for a while before he reacted. He raised his head and looked at her with a look of "You are joking".

“Donated?”

"Yeah, donated." He Dian nodded, "I wasn't kidding, I really donated."
Chapter completed!