Sister, Shut Up!

"You said it before, but you just wrote a chapter and it was over." Chen Haotang ruthlessly exposed her true colors.

But Ding Ning was not discouraged: "It's because I didn't take it seriously. This time I will definitely write well."

"You can come and help me correct typos." Chen Haotang suggested, "Find out a word for ten yuan, which will definitely make you more money than writing novels."

"You look down on me!" Ding Ning got angry, and said with her hands on her hips, "And I won't be making money for you? Is there any point?"

"There are fewer typos, readers can read more comfortably, and I earn more." Chen Haotang replied solemnly, "It's a win-win situation."

"That seems to be pretty good." Ding Ning's eyes lit up, and she felt that this was much more comfortable than code words. Anyway, she was chasing updates every day.

After chatting for a while, the dishes have been washed.

Most of the time, it was Ding Ning who was talking on twitter, and Chen Haotang would occasionally respond with a few words, and he would talk a little more when talking about online articles, so Ding Ning consciously led the topic in this regard.

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A childhood sweetheart since childhood, Ding Ning has a good grasp of Chen Haotang's temper.

"Since the manuscript fee has come out, remember to say good news to your uncle and aunt." Ding Ning followed Chen Haotang out of the kitchen, and reminded with curved eyebrows, "This is much better than food delivery. They must be very happy to hear."

"Ah."

Chen Haotang nodded, and took out the phone from his pocket.

As a result, just as he was about to call his mother, the phone vibrated.

The caller ID is mom.

Chen Haotang was stunned for a moment, then walked to the guest bedroom and answered the phone.

"Hello, Mom?"

"..."

No one responded on the phone, but Chen Haotang could clearly hear his mother's slightly heavy breathing.

All of a sudden, Chen Haotang also fell silent.

The two of them were speechless for a moment, and they could even hear the crisp birdsong outside the window.

Chen Haotang didn't forget what he wanted to say. Seeing that the other person hadn't spoken yet, he said, "Mom, I wrote..."

"Your father is gone."

As soon as Chen Haotang spoke, his mother's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Calmly, with a little sigh, after speaking, even the sound of breathing trembled slightly, like the shivering leaves in the cold winter wind.

Chen Haotang thought he heard it wrong, his voice became a little dry, and he subconsciously responded: "Huh?"

Another moment of silence.

Like a fallen leaf, it fell to the ground silently and returned to the soil.

The mother's voice came from the other end of the phone again, still maintaining a trace of calm, but it had become hoarse and jerky: "Come back soon..."

"What's wrong with Dad?" Chen Haotang swallowed forcefully, his neck became stiff, and his eyes fixed on the empty spot on the transparent window.

"Your father, he..." The mother's voice on the other end of the phone finally couldn't hold back, choked up twice, and was forced to take it back, but the voice had become like a whisper, small and hysterical, "He's gone... gone... you come back... come back quickly..."

"..." After hearing the exact answer, Chen Haotang lowered his head, his eyes didn't land on any ground, and he just responded, "Okay, I'll go back right away."

A few minutes later, Chen Haotang hurried out of the guest bedroom with two packed bags.

At this time, Ding Ning was chatting with her senior sister, and was surprised to see Chen Haotang coming out like this.

But Chen Haotang had no time to explain, he just quickly pulled Ding Ning's wrist, and nodded apologetically to Jiang Miao and the others: "Sorry, we have to go first."

After finishing speaking, he dragged Ding Ning to the door quickly, put on his shoes, and rushed out.

"Hey!" Su Huai porridge looked puzzled, and quickly got up to call them both.

But Jiang Miao had already held the senior sister's arm, frowning slightly, suddenly thought of the conversation between Chen Haotang and his mother that he heard in the carport last time, and had some guesses in his mind.

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"He probably has something urgent at home." Jiang Miao didn't explain much, after all it was just his own guess, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he guessed wrong and said it.

Seeing that the person had already left, Su Huai Porridge didn't want to keep him anymore, but he was a little helpless: "Then there is no need to be in such a hurry."

Getting up and walking into the guest bedroom, Su Huai Porridge tidied up.

Chen Haotang and Ding Ning both love to be clean, even if they left in a hurry, they didn't make the bedroom too messy, just tidy it up a bit.

"That's good, I don't have to squeeze the desk with you." Su Huai Porridge patted the desk in the guest bedroom and said.

"Where is it crowded?" Jiang Miao couldn't agree, "Your desk is so big, it's just right for two people."

"I don't know who it is, but somehow they squeezed beside me." Su Huai porridge gave him a blank look, "I didn't type well, and it interfered with my drawing."

"It's fun."

"Huh." Su Huai porridge didn't bother to talk to him, went back to the master bedroom, and brought back all the guy's computer, "Talk more, I won't let you even enter the room at night."

When Jiang Miao heard this, she quickly raised her hands to accompany her with a smile, expressing her surrender.

Although he knew that if he slept in the guest room at night, the senior would definitely not be able to resist sneaking into his bed in the middle of the night, but for girls, just coax him.

"Senior sister, it's hard to return to the world of two people." Jiang Miao hugged Su Huai Porridge from behind, rubbed her face sideways on her fair and tender face, "Do you want to do some exercise after dinner?"

"Calm down." Su Huai porridge said with a slightly red face, "It's as if you haven't done it the night before."

"That's because you don't care about them being next door, and you haven't had a good time."

"I didn't!" Su Huai porridge stomped his feet and denied it with a loud voice.

The two of them fought for a while, and then became quiet again.

Su Huai porridge took Jiang Miao back to the master bedroom, turned on the computer and logged in to the beep station. After withdrawing the creation incentives for several episodes of painting videos made during the quarantine period, he was already very skilled in operating the money. Donate to those hospitals in Yucheng.

The video was uploaded in the second half of last month, and the number of views is still increasing.

The most exaggerated episode has reached more than 400 million views, and the lowest episode has more than 100 million views. The most basic creative incentives alone received [-] to [-] views, all of which were donated by Su Huai Porridge.

At present, the growth rate of the video has slowed down, and there will be continuous income in the future. Su Huai Porridge plans to watch it once a month in the future, so that all the money will go where it should go.

After Su Huai Porridge decided to donate money on New Year's Eve, the two actually donated a part of their own income in addition to the creative encouragement of the Biz station video, which can be regarded as a contribution.

Donating a share of money at such a critical moment is a novel experience for both of them.

Before donating, looking at the money in hand, there will be some heartache, a little bit reluctant.

But after I actually donated it, I felt a sense of peace and appropriateness in my heart, as if the hanging stone finally fell to the ground, and my heart was full and satisfied.

And Su Huai Porridge is not without gains. In addition to creative incentives, her number of fans on the Bie station has also continued to increase in the past half a month. Now she has 15 fans, which can be regarded as a moderate up master.

It's just that the up masters of painting can only be regarded as a niche field, and it is more difficult to go up, and it depends on time to accumulate slowly.

But even if it's only 10,000+ fans, if Su Huai Porridge is willing, he can earn tens of thousands or even [-] yuan in advertising fees after receiving a business order.

It's just that generally speaking, up masters of painting rarely receive reliable business invitations, and they don't accept them whenever they want.

Su Huai Porridge doesn't rely on this for food now, so he doesn't care about receiving advertisements. He just broadcasts live according to his habit, draws something he likes, records it, cuts it into a video and sends it out.

In addition to the work of comics, because the flu has not been completely controlled at present, the studio probably will not ask to clock in for work in the past few months, and all work from home.

Anyway, online communication is very convenient now, which does not hinder the progress of Su Huaizhou and his comics.

On Jiang Miao's side, "Sister step on me!" " has slowly fallen into a trough, and after experiencing the [Daily Guide] and [Big Envelope] arranged by the editor, the average order has only risen to about 6900.

Because he recently finished writing the content of the first semester of his sophomore year, he himself has not really experienced the follow-up timeline, the quality of the plot has declined, and the number of follow-up subscriptions has dropped below 1500.

If the new increase does not increase, the average order will naturally not increase but will fall. After struggling for several days at the 6900 mark, it will fall again. It seems that there is no hope of 7000 average order in the short term.

Not to mention Wan Ding's grades.

……

In the afternoon, Jiang Miao returned to the guest bedroom and began to code.

Su Huai Porridge worked in the master bedroom until after three o'clock. After finishing today's tasks, he stretched lazily on the chair, got up and walked outside.

He went to the kitchen and cut two apples for Jiang Miao, took them to the guest bed and pushed open the door, walked in, sat next to Jiang Miao and took a look, and saw that he was not typing, but writing an outline.

Glancing at the name of the outline, Su Huai porridge found that it didn't seem to be "Senior Sister Step on Me!" " outline.

"What are you writing?" Su Huai Porridge put the cut apples in front of Jiang Miao, leaned over and asked curiously.

"Outline of the new book." After Jiang Miao finished speaking, she opened her mouth to Senior Sister Chao, and Su Huai Congee picked up a piece of apple tacitly and stuffed it into his mouth.

"New book?" Su Huai porridge looked surprised, "You haven't finished writing this book yet, why are you starting to prepare a new book?"

"Isn't this normal?" Jiang Miao was told to show a puzzled expression, "Sister, I also had an idea for this book a long time ago, and I was preparing for the master's book before it was finished."

"Then what about this one now?"

"It's good to keep it updated. After all, the outline is ready, as long as each article is finished, it will be fine to improve the detailed outline according to the progress of the plot and the prepared outline." Jiang Miao said, "This book has been written until now, and the follow-up The main plot of the movie has basically been finalized, and there is nothing to spend more energy on.”

"Then what are you going to write in your new book?" Su Huai porridge was aroused by Jiang Miao's curiosity, and looked at the outline he was writing, only to find that it didn't seem to be the outline of a book, but that there were many, many different themes .

This startled her, and she asked in amazement, "Why are there so many?"

"It's all the inspirations I saved when chatting with the authors in the group. It's my inspiration library." Jiang Miao flipped through the catalog at random, and after a cursory look, there are at least forty or fifty inspiration materials in the inspiration library. Take it out With a little refinement, you could write a book.

"Then you haven't decided what to write yet?" Su Huai porridge asked with his head tilted.

"Well, but there are a few directions that can be determined." Jiang Miao nodded, "There are forty or fifty inspirations here. I usually put them here and come back to read them when I need them. If they are left for a long time, I will If I am very interested in a certain inspiration and have the desire to write, I will try it.”

In many cases, people's desire to create will only last for a short time.

Some people suddenly think of a brain hole and write it, but after writing a lot, they find that the ideas in their minds are exhausted and they can’t write new things. A hot-headed impulsive behavior.

So Jiang Miao is used to record the things that come up in his head first, and store them in the inspiration library for refrigeration. After calming down for a while and looking back, he will find out which inspirations are just his temporary excitement, and which inspirations can make him feel better. Still interested.

"Then which ones do you like?" Su Huai porridge asked curiously.

"Probably just these few." Jiang Miao flipped through the catalog and pointed out one by one to Su Huai Porridge.

"Look at this~" Su Huai porridge pointed to a title he saw, looking very interested.

Jiang Miao took a closer look, and found that it wasn't the ones he pointed out, but anyway, he had nothing to do, so he clicked on it for the senior sister to take a look at, so he moved the mouse and clicked on the one called "Cactus is my girlfriend". material.

The content inside is very simple, just one sentence——