you're so stubborn

The art exhibition will be held for three days. During these three days, Xie Lang's Weibo has been quite calm. Except for some fans who are constantly crying to see Teacher Xinghe, there are no private messages from him to ask for a manuscript.

However, once the art exhibition was over and the official blog began to announce the artists who sold the drawings, Xie Lang's Weibo became lively.

Big orders and small orders followed suit.

But Xie Lang was not in a hurry to accept the order, but went to ask the organizer for money first.

The organizers were also quite black-hearted, Xie Lang's last year's red rose was not in bloom this year, and they sold it for a high price of 12.

I don't know who was taken advantage of to buy it.

But Xie Lang didn't worry about this, he only worried about when the organizer would give him the part he got.

The organizer said that the payment will be settled within seven working days.

Only then did Xie Lang feel relieved, and at the same time he began to drift away. In the past, he took both big and small orders, and he belonged to the one who never refused.

But now, Mr. Xinghe is popular, and he no longer likes some small orders.

There were more than a dozen private messages on Weibo about drafting, Xie Lang sifted through them for a long time, and finally only selected one person with a lot of money... No, it was the boss who cooperated sincerely.

The other party bought a currently popular ip copyright to adapt comics, and asked him to be the main artist, and the price was quite high.

Xie Lang hesitated for a moment. If you want to draw comics, you have to write according to the scriptwriter of the comics. You have to draw how others tell you to draw. At that time, there will be no so-called creative freedom.

However, creative freedom cannot be eaten as food, nor can it help him pay off the loan quickly, and Xie Lang is also very clear that his so-called creative freedom is just to use his own aesthetics to show more perfect works so that everyone can know himself.

Many people now know that there is a teacher Xinghe in the illustration industry, so what he needs to maintain and improve now is only his own style of painting, not the rules of the maverick.

Xie Lang accepted the order.

The monthly exam for the thirteenth middle school was two days later than the monthly exam for the private high school, so when the thirteenth middle school was preparing for the monthly exam, the private high school was already preparing for the spring sports meeting.

When the sports committee of Class [-] was counting up the list of participants, Ou Chen was leaning on the back of his chair and staring out the window in a daze.

Let's talk about irritability, Ou Chen was really irritated, from Xie Lang's inexplicable breakup, to his inexplicable knowing that he was not his father's biological child.

Mr. Lu said that if people hold too much unhappiness in their hearts, they will explode with a bang like a burst balloon.

But it was also inexplicable. Not only did Ouchen not explode, but he also figured out a lot of things unexpectedly.

These things stuck in his mind are like a broken toilet, it can't go up or down, and it can fill up with water for you to overflow the floor in a hurry.

That would be even more fucked up.

Ou Chen thought that he had to deal with these messy things before they overflowed the floor.

But where to start to solve it and how to solve it is another new mystery.

"Fuck..." Ou kicked the table angrily.

Zhou Shuo quickly came over, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Ou Chen couldn't pretend to be okay at the moment, so what he said was like farting.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Shuo was gossiping.

Ou Chen looked at him.

"...All right, all right," Zhou Shuo surrendered, "Then do you have anything to do tonight?"

"Are you playing tongue twisters with me?" Ou Chen's patience had already been recharged.

"Damn!" Zhou Shuo stared at him, "Today is Qianqian's birthday, come and have a meal if you have nothing to do."

"I'm going to eat for your birthday, and I have to eat for your daughter-in-law's birthday..." Ou Chen paused, then sat up straight and looked at him, "Your daughter-in-law's birthday? What date is it today?" ah?"

"March 25, don't you know how to look at your phone?" Zhou Shuo was puzzled.

"What about February [-]? Has it passed?" Ou Chen looked at him.

"It's too early!" Zhou Shuo also convinced him of his memory, "I told you to get your hair cut that day, and you insisted on lying dead at home!"

"When you fucking called me, you told me it was February [-]nd!?"

"I didn't say anything!" Zhou Shuo was quite confident.

Ou Chen stared at him for a while, then sighed, "Forget it, just forget it."

"What did you forget?" Zhou Shuo said, "Buy me new sneakers? Oh, it's okay, I still love you if you bought it two days late..."

"Get lost, okay?" Ou Chen made a gesture of invitation.

"...Then do you want to go at night or not!" Zhou Shuo asked again.

"If you get out now, I will go, and if you quarrel again, I will not go."

"Okay, then you should just rest." Zhou Shuo rolled away.

Ou Chen didn't want to talk anymore, he leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.

The warm sunshine sprinkled his face, but he couldn't feel any warmth. He only felt that the emotion stuck in his heart rose a little bit.

He forgot Xie Lang's birthday...

On the second day of February, the dragon looked up, he actually forgot that it was Xie Lang's birthday on such a good day!

Sighing, Ouchen lifted his arms over his eyes in annoyance.

My heart is blocked.

After the exam in the afternoon, the old class called Xie Lang to stop at the door of the classroom.

"Thank you Lang."

Xie Lang turned back with his schoolbag in his hand, "Huh?"

"Let's talk about it." Old Ben said.

Xie Lang looked at Lao Ban, he could probably guess what Lao Ban was going to talk to him, nodded, and followed Lao Ban to the office.

"I heard that you rejected the special offer from Nantah University?" Lao Ban didn't make any detours with him, and said this directly as soon as he sat down.

"Well," Xie Lang also expressed his thoughts directly, "I'm not going to Nantah University anymore, I want to enter the local Academy of Fine Arts."

Lao Ban pinched his brows and sighed, "Xie Lang, do you know how many grades our Academy of Fine Arts here is different from Nantah University?"

Xie Lang didn't say anything.

"I know you may not be able to report to Nantah University with peace of mind because of your grandfather's affairs," Lao Ban put down his hands and looked up at him, "but have you ever thought that you can hire a nanny to take care of the elderly at home?" , and Nanjing University is not far from Changning, you can go home and have a look if you are free on Saturdays and Sundays, why do you have to drop out?"

"I know, but I've already made up my mind." Of course Xie Lang knew that he could hire a nanny, and with his current income, let alone hiring a nanny, he could just take his grandfather with him to take care of him.

But the former is full of many unknown uncertainties, and the latter is the small courtyard where grandparents can't leave home.

And Xie Lang is used to protection, so whether it is passive or active, he has to give up some things for his family.

The old class knew that Xie Lang had the right idea, and once he decided on something, it would be hard for anyone to tell him what to do, so he could only sigh hopelessly and regretfully.

"So you have already chosen the corresponding major in the Academy of Fine Arts?"

"Well," Xie Lang said, "Animation and anime."

The old class sighed again, and said earnestly, "Xie Lang, if you go to Nantah University, no matter whether you continue to study in graduate school or do your own projects, you will have a better future than painting! Can contribute to the country!"

"Teacher," Xie Lang said with the same nonchalant expression, "I really don't have such a big ambition. I was willing to listen to you to participate in the competition because I wanted me to have more time to make money in the future, so I My goal in life is to make money, as long as I can make money, I really don't care if I have a future or not."

Old Ban sighed again, feeling like he was about to finish sighing his entire life.

"Come out and have fun, can you not be like a zombie tricked out of an ancient tomb!" Zhou Shuo shouted at Ou Chen as soon as he got in the car.

"En." Ou Chen looked out of the window, and responded with a deadpan voice.

"Damn!" Zhou Shuo didn't bother to talk about him, and looked sideways at Bai Luo, "Bai Bai, watch him more, don't let him die quietly."

"Understood." Bai Luo agreed with a smile, then moved closer to Ou Chen and whispered, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Ouchen said.

"Have you made up with Xie Lang yet?" Bai Luo asked again.

Ou Chen didn't speak.

"Then look at me." Bai Luo tilted his head and smiled at him.

"I can't see." Ou Chen leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes.

"Hmph," Bai Luo poked him, "You are so boring!"

Ou Chen pretended to be dead and remained silent.

When they arrived at the hotel that Zhou Shuo had booked in advance, Qianqian, Xia Man and Jiang Nan were already waiting in the box.

Ou Chen was afraid that Jiangnan would talk to him about Xie Lang, so he didn't sit inside, and chose a seat near the door to sit down.

Bai Luo was a bit suspicious, so he sat next to Ou Chen, but for the sake of politeness, he still took out the gift he had prepared in advance and handed it to Qianqian.

"Happy birthday, this is my little thought, I hope you like it." He said timidly.

Qianqian took it with both hands and said thank you.

Ou Chen didn't prepare a gift, and he didn't choose a gift for the girl, so he sent a red envelope to Zhou Shuo early and asked him to pass it on to Qianqian.

There's no need to talk about this kind of thing, so Qianqian didn't mention it, and asked Zhou Shuo to tell the waiter that it's time to serve, and the meal began.

Qianqian's birthday is not as grand as Zhou Shuo's birthday, and there are not so many people, just a few of them, and today's birthday is a girl, so no one is clamoring for a drink.

But Jiang Nan is a lively host. When the waiters began to serve cold dishes one after another, he first picked up a bottle of beer, and then asked Ou Chen, "Would you like a drink?"

In this kind of question without any provocation or provocation, Ouchen would never drink if he could. Although he had a good capacity for alcohol, he would feel uncomfortable if he drank too much.

But today, he was probably not feeling well, and he felt particularly blocked, so Ou Chen took a bottle of wine for himself in a face-saving manner.

"Drink."

"Yes, yes, have a drink." Zhou Shuo must also join in the fun, and then took a bottle of beer, "It's not a birthday party today, just have a drink and have fun.... In vain you Don't drink, drink too much later."

"Uh..." Bai Luo wanted to join in the fun and slapped his hand with beer, "Just one bottle, not too much?"

"As long as you haven't drunk alcohol, forget it." Ou Chen used chopsticks to pry off the bottle cap and looked at him.

"Who said I haven't drunk alcohol, didn't I drink with Grandpa Xie Lang last time?" Bai Luo emphasized, "It's still liquor!"

"Well, I just tasted it and gave it all to me." As soon as Ou Chen heard Xie Lang's name, he remembered the ambiguous attitude of this person that day, so his whole face fell down.

"......" Bai Luo blushed, and withdrew his hand pitifully, "If you don't drink, don't drink, why are you so fierce."

Ouchen didn't speak, took the glass, poured some beer and rinsed the glass. After pouring the rinsed wine into the trash can, he poured himself a full glass, and knocked the table lightly.

"Happy Birthday to Birthday Star, I'll do whatever you want." Ou Chen raised his glass and drank the whole glass.

"Uh...thank you..." Qianqian took a sip of hot tea, then looked at Zhou Shuo.

"...Chen'er," Zhou Shuo belatedly felt that something was wrong with this person today, "Just drink to make yourself happy, don't drink so hard all at once, let's go to sing later, Don't drink too much here."

"I don't drink much, don't you know how much I can drink? It's okay." Ou Chen didn't pay attention to Zhou Shuo's words, and poured himself another full glass.

Unlike Zhou Shuo, Jiangnan knew he was worried about Ouchen's mood and emotions, but he was not so kind. Seeing that Ouchen filled himself with wine again, he pointed the glass at Ouchen.

"That's right. I've seen Ouchen drink a lot. To him, this little wine is just fine. Come on, Ouchen, let's have a drink."

Ou Chen didn't refuse anyone who came, he picked up his wine glass and filled it up again.

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