born of love

As a man, he has a different perspective when writing romance novels. He is different from Mary Sue, who is a female author. He is more willing to describe the grievances and grievances of ordinary people. Maybe it is not so ups and downs, maybe not so long, but it is more elegant. His demeanor is a very novel existence.

He still chose to cooperate with Yangzi Publishing House. After writing a few short and medium-length stories in its magazines to test the water, he began to prepare for the next long-form serialization.

Lin Feng's work still hasn't improved much. He still continues his comic career while drawing backgrounds for a salary. The salary is pitifully low. In order to make ends meet, he has to continue to do part-time jobs such as cover design and drawing illustrations.

The first comic received a good response in the market, and two game companies were very interested in it. They planned to negotiate with Lin Feng about adapting this comic into a game. However, since the copyright belongs to the studio, Lin Feng himself has no right to participate , This made him very frustrated for a while, but the contract was signed by himself, no matter how frustrated he was, he could only continue. Now he only hopes that he can survive until the early three years.

With the experience of the first manga, the first chapter "born for love" that Lin Feng had already drawn was not taken to the studio for publication.On the one hand, it’s because he no longer trusts the studio very much. On the other hand, he really feels that with his current writing skills, there are still some things missing. This is his own story, and he wants to present it with the most perfect image.

Entering the rainy season in Binhai City in peace, the biography written by Bai Yuan was officially published. On the day he got the sample and threw it into the bookcase, he received a call from Editor Tang:

"Mr. Bai, long time no see."

"It's been a long time," Bai Yuan smiled, "Editor Tang is busy recently."

Tang Han had signed two authors a few days ago, and was busy urging the manuscripts, so it was true that he hadn't communicated with Bai Yuan for a while.

After all, he was punctual, except for the manuscript that was delayed for a month due to an illness last fall, Bai Yuan has always delivered manuscripts ahead of schedule.

"Not very busy," Tang Han smiled, not knowing what to say, "Does Mr. Bai still remember the biography last year?"

"Remember!" Bai Yuan simply closed the book in his hand, "I've caused you a lot of trouble, I'm really sorry."

"Cough, it's all over," Tang Han rubbed his nose, feeling embarrassed through the phone, "It's like this, I met the person who asked for a draft a few days ago, he is very satisfied with you, and thank you very much, I want to treat you to a meal, look..."

"Isn't that too polite?" Bai Yuan was slightly surprised, and sat up a little bit straighter in the wheelchair, "It's really unnecessary to invite me to dinner. You know, it's not convenient for me to go out..."

Since he visited Bai Yuan last time, Tang Han also learned about the boy's illness and had a general understanding of his physical condition. He quickly explained: "I explained it to the drafter, but he still said I want to see you, don't need to trouble you, we will pick you up."

We've talked about this, if we continue to refuse, it will be hypocritical of Bai Yuan, he pondered for a while, and reluctantly said: "Okay then, thank you very much."

After making an appointment, the two hung up the phone.

Only then did Tang Han let out a sigh of relief. Thinking of the money he had collected, if Bai Yuan refused to die, he was really afraid that he would not be able to step down.

Just a meal, he thought, nothing more, right?

Lin Feng recently worked as an assistant to two painters in the studio at the same time, and the salary would double if the salary did not increase. Now he can't produce any outstanding works, so he can only swallow his anger. Regarding the matter that his wife told him to go out for a meal, he was reluctant at first. Some hesitated, afraid that he would not be able to take care of himself alone outside, and wanted to think about it, but then he didn't have the energy to do it.

On the appointed day, in order to look taller, Bai Yuan wore a brace that he seldom wore, and sat upright in a portable wheelchair.

Ignoring the curious gazes of people passing by, Bai Yuan felt that he was already strong enough to not care about others.

"Mr. Bai." A black Nissan off-road vehicle stopped in front of him, and Tang Han walked around from the driver's seat with an apologetic expression on his face, "Sorry, sorry, have you been waiting for a long time?"

"It wasn't long," Bai Yuan drove the wheelchair over by himself, and smiled to help him out, "The roads in the old city are narrow, so it's only natural for you to drive slowly."

After recovering for more than a year, Bai Yuan can actually get in and out of the car without external assistance, but the prerequisite is that the car's chassis should not be too high.

Today this black Nissan obviously doesn't qualify.

Bai Yuan stopped in front of the door, hesitating slightly.

"Shall I help you?" Tang Han stepped forward and opened the co-pilot's door at the right time.

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and hugged him up.The weight of the person in his arms was unbelievably light, he subconsciously slowed down his movements, and when he lowered his head to see the pale face of the person, he was afraid to move.

"Positive, low blood pressure." Bai Yuan regained his strength and comforted, "It's okay."

Only then did Tang Han lightly put him into the co-pilot.

In the rainy weather, Bai Yuan was actually the last person to go out. It would be fine if he was really paralyzed. He didn’t feel anything anyway, but his limbs were just useless. He kept this position for a long time, and his bones were oozing with acid. It hurts, but the editor can't help but give him face, he only hopes that this meal will end soon.

But when he met the drafter, he knew that the meal would not end so easily.

"Why are you?" Bai Yuan frowned and asked the person who entered the private room after he had sat down for a long time.

"Why can't it be me?" The visitor sat down opposite him with a smile on his face.

"What's going on?" Bai Yuan turned to Editor Tang.

"Mr. Ling is the drafter!" Tang Han was also very surprised, "The protagonist of that biography is his grandfather, how do you know each other?"

"I know." Bai Yuan squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

"Editor Tang doesn't know?" Ling Changan laughed so hard that his teeth could not see. "We are college classmates now."

While talking, the waiter also came in to serve the food, but Bai Yuan didn't move his chopsticks, he didn't understand what Ling Changan was going to do.

"Grandpa's life was full of ups and downs, and you wrote it very well." Ling Changan poured some for himself and Bai Yuan with a decanter, and said, "Thank you for making his old man's dream come true."

The wine glass was in front of him, if Bai Yuan didn't drink it, it would be too embarrassing, he took the wine glass sullenly, and said coldly: "You're welcome."

The fact that he was almost dragged away before left a lot of psychological shadow on Bai Yuan, and now he only regrets that he didn't ask clearly before agreeing to eat this meal.

The red wine that had just covered the bottom of the glass was as bright red as blood and exuded fragrance. The two clinked their glasses in a strange atmosphere, and then Bai Yuan drank it down.

Relatively speechless, after a while of silence, Tang Han turned his eyes around to look at this and that, feeling that the atmosphere was very awkward.

"Excuse me, I'll go to the bathroom." Bai Yuan sighed, and said bluntly, he was about to call her husband and retreat.

"The restrooms in this hotel are not barrier-free," Ling Changan grabbed his wheelchair, "I'll help you."

Pushing that hand away calmly, Bai Yuan said, "No need."

Focusing his eyes on the plain ring on his ring finger, Ling Changan's eyes flashed with resentment and jealousy for a moment, then he smiled, and began to show his stern spirit again: "Is it because you want to sneak?"

During such pulling and pulling, Bai Yuan accumulated some anger, and was about to scold him, when he suddenly felt dizzy, he unconsciously relieved his strength while holding the arms of the wheelchair: "You, in your wine... ..."

Before he finished speaking, he passed out.

He wore a brace but didn't wear a restraint belt. If it wasn't for Ling Changan's sharp eyesight and quick hands, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Mr. Ling..." Tang Han finally came to his senses, and was a little angry, "What did you add to this wine?!"

"It's just peaceful, let him have a good sleep," Ling Changan replied casually, but did not let go of the hand holding him, "I didn't let you drink, why are you nervous?"

"An Ding?!" Tang Han turned pale with shock, "Alcohol and sleeping pills can't be taken at the same time! Take it to the hospital quickly, or you will die if it's too late!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Ling Changan frowned, "That's just how much of a dose."

But the anxiety on Tang Han's face was not a joke. To be on the safe side, he carried the man to his car, called his family doctor, and left.

Tang Han felt that he had caused trouble, after much deliberation, he decided to tell Lin Feng.

When he picked up the phone, he realized that he didn't have Lin Feng's phone number.

"It's my bad luck!" He stomped his feet at the entrance of the hotel, and drove back downstairs to Bai Yuan's house, ready to wait and see.

Lin Feng has been drawing drafts day and night for the past few days. It was almost midnight when he got off work, and he saved the "born for love" he drew in his busy schedule to the computer. When he drove away from the studio, he just wanted to go home and get a good night's sleep .

I don't know what's wrong, my daughter-in-law didn't answer his phone all day, he thought about his own worries, and opened the door dully.

"It's Mr. Lin Feng, right?"

A voice beside him asked abruptly, which startled Lin Feng.

The voice-activated light in front of Lou Yu's door lit up with the voice-activated light, and only then could he clearly see who made the sound.

"Editor Tang!" He collected himself, but was a little puzzled, "It's so late, why are you here?"

"Wait for you!" Tang Han looked exhausted, his legs were numb and he didn't dare to change places. He was afraid of missing Lin Feng. Thinking of this, he hurriedly said the key point, "Hurry up and find someone named Ling Chang'an Well, he took Mr. Bai away."

"What?!" Lin Feng grabbed his neckline, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and the sleepiness just disappeared in an instant.

"He also put diazepam in Mr. Bai's wine, you should go to the hospital first and ask." Tang Han was lifted up like a chicken, but he was not afraid, "I don't need to lie to you, you go quickly Let's find it, I'm afraid Mr. Bai will..."

Taking alcohol and diazepam at the same time, even a medical idiot like Lin Feng, knows the consequences.He let Tang Han go, turned around and ran to the underground garage.

The car drove out of the community, but he stopped.

He had no doubts about Ling Changan's malicious intentions, but the problem was that he didn't know where Ling Changan's home was, and it was only twelve hours before Bai Yuan called him. , the Public Security Bureau is also impossible to accept.

Sitting in the dark night, Lin Feng clenched his hands into fists, cracking his knuckles, his teeth itching with hatred, but it was of no avail.