born of love

Lin Feng was not impolite, and asked bluntly: "Editor, it is useless to say that, I just want to know, the company that contacted the studio before about the adaptation of my last published manga into a game, and later news?"

"We're discussing, and we haven't decided how much to invest yet," the editor seemed to know that he was going to ask this question, and he answered quickly, obviously having memorized the manuscript in advance, "You should concentrate on creation now, and you have no experience in these commercial matters. Just hand it over to the studio, and if the contract is successfully signed, the later commission will be transferred to your salary card."

If the editor had said this a year ago, he would have believed it, but now Lin Feng is no longer the fledgling kid back then, he snorted and said sarcastically, "I hope so."

After saying this, he didn't care what the editor's face was, he turned his head and left, and went back to his seat to do what he should do, but he made up his mind that the film about himself and his lover had only finished two chapters. He will definitely not serialize the story in the studio, not only that, he even wants to get back the copyright!

Jiangnan Publishing House is different from Yangzi Publishing House. Not to mention the large scale, the working model is also very formal. Bai Yuan didn't know if he was a contracted author of the magazine, but when the first manuscript was sent out, it was received in the mailbox the next day. Information, invite Bai Yuan to attend the regular meeting of the magazine at [-]:[-] p.m. a week later, and be sure to bring the outline of the story.

Bai Yuan used to serialize on the Internet. He was very free to write when and where he wanted to write, but when he cooperated with Yangzi Publishing House, he was also a ghostwriter who edited the materials, and there was no need for meetings. When I read the news about the meeting today, I still felt a little stunned.

"What's the matter?" Lin Feng was also full of lawsuits. When he entered the door and saw his daughter-in-law sitting by the computer, he put down his bag and asked.

"Go to the publishing house for a meeting next Tuesday, and ask to bring an outline." Bai Yuan turned around, gave the man a routine kiss on the face that approached him, and said melancholy, "But I don't seem to have written an outline, if I do What if it doesn't meet the scriptwriter's wishes?"

"Baby, you think too much." Lin Feng pulled his tie and pushed his daughter-in-law to the living room. "After sending Chapter 1 yesterday, the editor must think it's good, so I want your outline!"

Bai Yuan sighed. He had some ideas about the story, but he still needed some time to prepare and think about the direction of the characters and the plot of the story. Glancing at her husband, she was taken aback: "Afeng."

"Huh?" Lin Feng was changing his home clothes sideways to him, and subconsciously responded when he heard the call.

"How about comics?" Bai Yuan asked.

"It's still like that," Lin Feng forced a smile, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

"It's nothing." Bai Yuan also smiled, hiding the distressed look on his lover's face that he just saw in his heart, and controlled the wheelchair to go to the kitchen. "What do you want to eat tonight? Noodles with fried sauce?"

Lin Feng is from the capital, and he likes noodles with fried sauce the most. Hearing this, there is a happy smile on his face: "Okay!"

Without letting his man into the kitchen, Bai Yuan alone took the dough that was reconciled on the operating table in the afternoon, put the small panel on his lap, kneaded it a few times, picked up the rolling pin and rolled the dough into a pancake shape.

Lin Feng was leaning against the refrigerator, and through the basket of washed vegetables on the operating table, he could only see his daughter-in-law's black hair curled up. Gradually, things were not going well at work. Dissipating in the soft sunset, his heart is soft at this moment.

After admiring enough, he twisted a wet towel and came over, first wiped his wife's sweat, and then removed the things on his legs involuntarily.

"I told you, you can't put such a heavy thing on your lap." He said.

"It will be ready soon," Bai Yuan looked up at him, "The operating table is a bit high, I can't cut it well."

Because Bai Yuan is not the only one living in the apartment, the basic facilities such as the operating table and stove have not been redesigned according to the requirements of the disabled.

But for more than a year and a half, Lin Feng is no longer the man who never enters the kitchen. He carefully folded the pancakes, and sprinkled the floating noodles among the layers, pulled out the kitchen knife on the knife holder, and turned his head towards his wife. Said: "I cut it well! Leave this kind of easy thing to me. You can make fried sauce first, and I will cut it right away."

Bai Yuan smiled helplessly, put the basket on his lap, ignited the fire and poured oil, and in the roar of the range hood, he added onion, ginger, star anise and diced meat in turn. I thought to myself, fortunately I brought the stand, otherwise the long spoon would not be able to pierce the bottom of the pot if I didn't use my waist and abdomen;

In fact, he has been in a wheelchair for a year and a half, and Bai Yuan is basically a very professional pretender.After receiving anesthesia for one year in a row, the parts below Bai Yuan's chest were in a state of weakness when he didn't exert force on purpose, his waist and abdomen arched back, a thin layer of fat was placed on his belly, and his slender and straight legs were wrapped in a wheelchair. For so long, except for spasms, I have been passively stretching. There are soft flesh hanging on the thighs, skinny calves, and drooping feet. Wearing unlace-up shoes will fall off after shaking.

It's a person, seeing Bai Yuan's current appearance, he would probably instinctively think that he is a high paraplegic patient.

"Husband," Bai Yuan couldn't see what was in the pot, so he could only take a long spoon to scoop it up, and when he saw that the meat had changed color, he called Lin Feng, "Bring me the sauce."

Lin Feng also finished cutting the noodles at this moment, and when he handed over the sauce, he turned on another stove to boil water, ready to blanch the vegetables that Bai Yuan had already washed.

The smell of oily smoke in that kitchen was not small, and the two of them stood up and sat down one by one, but their movements were orderly and harmonious, at the same pace.The setting sun was setting, and the small apartment was filled with the aroma of food and the atmosphere of love. Bai Yuan manipulated the wheelchair to back away a little distance, and asked her husband to serve the sauce and vegetables separately, and then moved closer to cooking noodles.

This is not the first time the two have worked together to cook a dinner, nor is it the most sumptuous, but the smiles hanging between their brows are no less than any other time.

On the contrary, more than ever before.

In the world of fireworks, it should be such a picture scroll of being in love with each other and growing old forever.

Bai Yuan's rehabilitation was picked up again after the dog days, and he gradually became familiar with the rehabilitation therapist and the nurses in the hospital. Only then did Lin Feng feel relieved to hand over his wife to them, and turned around to do his own work.

In fact, Lin Feng would not be at ease in normal times, but he was talking about the copyright of his comics and the contract signed by the studio with a lawyer friend he knew, and he really couldn't spare the time for the two weeks a week. The day wasted with Bai Yuan in the hospital.

He himself felt guilty, and every time he troubled Zhang Ningchen to take care of him, and begged the rehabilitation therapist again and again, until Bai Yuan shyly pushed him to leave quickly, and then turned around and walked out of the hospital.

"Practice crawling?" He turned his head back and saw the rehabilitation teacher laughing at him, his cheeks were flushed, and he asked proactively.

"Okay, but can you transfer yourself to the nursing bed now?" The rehabilitation therapist untied the restraint belt on his body, inserted a wooden transfer board under his legs, and then stood opposite him, with his hands outstretched, far away Protecting, not helping.

"Yes." Bai Yuan propped his hands on the wheelchair, bent his body so that his back was free from the back of the wheelchair, and answered through gritted teeth.

Four or five months have passed since the last hospitalization, and the anesthetic has long since stopped, but Bai Yuan is not much different from a real paraplegic except for some sporadic and insensitive sensations in his legs, and he hasn't used it for many years. Even if the brain sends out instructions to force the waist and abdomen, it is very strenuous. Over time, the forced force will cause convulsions. As time passes, he really dare not put too much effort on the useless limbs.

Using his arms to drive his torso, Bai Yuan moved himself onto the transfer board inch by inch, his limp and drooping feet dragged slowly on tiptoe, and his shrunken feet swayed from side to side following the overly flexible ankles every time he moved In this way, Bai Yuan rubbed against the nursing bed little by little, his arms trembling to support his upper body, so he didn't have the energy to care about his legs.Suddenly he bent his elbow, and he fell down on the nursing bed covered in sweat, panting heavily.

The rehabilitation therapist saw that he was really weak, so he helped him put his legs on the nursing bed, and said softly, "Great! Let's rest for 2 minutes before starting today's rehabilitation."

From Bai Yuan's point of view, these 2 minutes passed very quickly, before he even had time to catch his breath, he was turned over and lay on the bed.

"Mr. Bai, use your arms to support your upper body, and feel the strength of your legs," the rehabilitation therapist knelt behind him, supported his waist, and put his knees against his soles, barely helping him into a pose. Off-knee position, "Now, please move your left leg forward."

Bai Yuan gritted his teeth, rubbed his elbow forward an inch, then focused on his left leg, and used all his willpower to mobilize the remaining muscles on his leg to move forward a bit. The rehabilitation practitioner behind him felt his pain. Move, use your knees to push the soles of his feet forward to help him "climb" one step.Bai Yuan felt that his center of gravity was unstable, and before he could speak in the future, his waist immediately fell to the right side. The rehabilitation practitioner beside him pushed him back to the original position, and encouraged him: "Very good."

Changing his left leg to his right leg, the distance was only half a meter. Bai Yuan crawled for 10 minutes, and was finally put down slowly by the rehabilitation therapist. He lay flat on the nursing bed. The place where he could sweat was wet, and his arms were trembling. Bai Yuan was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to open his eyes.

"Ayuan, your physical strength has declined recently!" During the break, Zhang Ningchen happened to take some time to visit him. Seeing the sweat on his face, he laughed and teased, "Here, pay attention to your body!"

She was used to making jokes with Bai Yuan, but the rehabilitation teacher didn't know them so well, so she blushed, coughed a few times, then made an excuse, and walked a little farther in twos and threes.