I walk the career line in dog blood

This travel magazine is too niche, An Yinong didn't know about it at all, let alone know that his photo also appeared in some brochures for people to buy and sell.

There's nothing this place can't sell for as long as you can afford it.

A hand with an emerald ring points to the photo: "I'd like to pay $[-] for this one."

The water was surging in the dark, and An Yinong still struggled with Chinese characters and English letters every day under the sun. His mathematics has made great progress, but his Chinese and English are still progressing slowly.

At this time, painting became a relaxing entertainment, and he painted more and more without knowing it, and he really began to like it.

The communication with 'X' is also continuing, this is a moment he is looking forward to in a day, he is more and more curious about the identity of 'X'.

Soon after, the revised version of "Painting Friends" appeared in various bookstores again. Its exaggerated colorful comic book cover and exquisite little gifts inside attracted many people.

The revised version of "Painting Friends" featured his comic "The Legend of the Desert Heroes: Devil City".

At the same time, two comic magazines were sent to his home, one was sent to the 'boss' for review, and the other was a sample issue sent to the 'author Yi Nong'.

He sat down at the desk and took out the postal package that he hadn't had time to read from his schoolbag.

In addition to the sample issue he sent, there was also an envelope, which contained his manuscript fee for this time: five yuan per page, exactly 100 yuan.

He put the 100 yuan aside, opened the book and looked for the page with his cartoons.Finally he found it, and in the second half of the magazine, he appeared as a newcomer in the column of new works.

"Although I drew it myself, once it appears in a magazine, it feels completely different. Will it appear in bookstores and magazine stands tomorrow?"

"My comic has already appeared in a comic magazine, maybe you will see it when you pass by the newsstand one day. ^_^——X"

Looking at the cute smiling face above, the man couldn't help laughing.He picked up the phone and called his subordinates: "Bring over all the comic magazines that have been released in the past two days."

Although I don't know which book it is, as long as I have read all of them, it is considered to have seen children's paintings.

The man actually doesn't know how old the person he is communicating with is because he feels very rational and mature when communicating, but occasionally he has the naive optimism of a teenager.Another time, he complained about the exam, so maybe Form [-], or Form [-]?

Unexpectedly, he would have such a happy chat with a middle school student and develop into a pen pal—they are at least ten years apart, and if they meet, the kid should call him uncle.

"I passed by the newsstand today, and thought that your work might be among them, so I couldn't resist buying a copy. It turns out that comics are really interesting.——X" the man turned a page of the magazine in his hand, and a picture of galloping on a horse under the moonlit night appeared. Knight.

"Congratulations, life will add a new kind of fun.——H" In another place, An Yinong also opened the sketch. He is drawing a knight drinking with his friends. The protagonists of the two pictures have the same face , only the background is different.He used the backyard of the county government office in Dingsha County as a template to draw a picture of a friend's house where the knight lived.

That night, the man had a strange dream. He dreamed of the piece of yellow sand, the tall pagoda village and the horse thief with a knife.In the dream, there was a little silver-robed general who couldn't see clearly, holding a bow, his eyes were as bright as stars.

That night, An Yinong also had a strange dream. He dreamed of a layer upon layer of void space with no bottom, where vague monsters were blocked one by one.And he was surrounded by a dragon-like monster with black scales. He rubbed against him with the horns of his head, itching him so much that he couldn't stop struggling.

"Find me quickly, Enon."

In the dream, the little man looked up at the big monster. He stood up, tiptoed and hugged the monster's hideous head: "Okay."

An Yinong woke up, it was dawn, and the shadow of a familiar bird appeared in the window, learning from woodpeckers there.

"Duk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk."

He was still immersed in the excitement of comics being published in magazines and magazine revisions, looking forward to "The Legend of the Desert Heroes: Devil City" becoming popular all over Hong Kong. At this time, another news hit An Yinong's face - He Chengjue was about to divorce.

There is no lover and no third party, but the emotional discord cannot go on.

Their modern-day fairytale tale of prince and Cinderella finally had an end—albeit a bad one.

"I didn't expect to get a real divorce." The family sighed.

It has not been two years since the new monogamous marriage law was promulgated, and divorce was not called divorce a few years ago, but called "divorce".

"Your mommy is ruthless, and your daddy is a philanderer, hey." Li Yufeng's fellow teachers and sisters came to remove Li Yufeng's luggage.There are a lot of men in rich families messing around, even many men who are married to rich families are doing it, and those wives just turn a blind eye. Li Yufeng is really a hot tempered person.

"Third Aunt, please take good care of Mommy."

"Don't worry." Aunt San took her luggage and left.

"After this incident breaks out, there will definitely be unscrupulous Hong Kong media to squat news. I will send you to live outside for a while. It is the house that your grandfather gave you when you were three years old. It has been cleaned up, and Granny Lian and the others will also Let's go together." The drunken He Chengjue collapsed on the sofa in the hall.

He wanted a divorce wholeheartedly, but now that he was really divorced, he was not in a good mood.Seeing him like this, An Yinong didn't bother to say anything: "Then I'll pack my things."

It's good to leave here, be free.

"A Tong, your father and I... are not a good husband, and your mommy is relieved." He Chengjue's eyes were half-opened, "Don't learn from me, and treat her well when you find someone in the future."

An Yinong patted him on the shoulder: "You're drunk." Is this considered to be 'death' for a person, and is his words good?

With the help of several servants at home, his things were quickly packed. One car was not enough, so he packed two cars.

But An Yinong didn't leave immediately, he waited until the parrot came back.

"I'm going to move, and I may not live here in the future, do you want to go with me to find the door?"

An Yinong sat in the car with a schoolbag on his back and a parrot in his hands. There was no sadness or nostalgia on his face, he was very calm.Granny Lian and the others were in another car, but they were very worried about An Yinong's condition.

"Are you sad, Twoleg?" the parrot asked, tilting its head.

"No. It's just... Leaving here suddenly, I will feel a little emotional." An Yinong kept looking at the retreating scenery outside.

The bad mood was not because of the original owner's parents. Anyway, whether they were together or not, it didn't have a big impact on him.And at this time, the original owner's influence on him was no longer that strong.

He was in a bad mood because the house he was getting used to did not belong to him. The owner of the house wanted him to leave temporarily, so he was going to leave temporarily.

An Yinong wanted a nest of his own.

The car slowly drove into a high-end residential area. The houses here are also small villas, but smaller, the kind of townhouses with a small garden that are common in later generations.

"Is this here?" An Yinong thought the temporary residence was a commercial house, but he didn't expect it to be a villa.

"It's here." Said the driver, Uncle Cai.

The car stopped in front of a small villa planted with pines and cypresses. The security guard was a middle-aged man with scars on his face. He opened the door after seeing someone.

An Yinong looked out through the window. On both sides were neat small gardens, paved with lawns, planted with rhododendrons, and some workers were bending over to mow the lawn.

Bypassing the circular fountain in front of the villa, the car stopped in front of the stairs, the driver opened the door, and An Yinong, who hugged the parrot and said "thank you", was helped out of the car.

The door of the villa is open, and you can see the exquisite European-style sofa and crystal chandelier inside at a glance, as well as the natural marble floor and colorful wool blanket on the ground, and the mahogany ladder leads all the way to the second floor.

He looked up and saw the second floor of the villa, which was a small empty balcony.

On the other hand, the balcony of the villa next door was already full of colorful flowers just after spring arrived, but I didn't know what kind of flowers were planted.

There seemed to be someone on the second floor next door... An Yinong, facing the sun, narrowed his eyes, but couldn't see clearly.

On the contrary, the people on the second floor next door could see him clearly: the orange sunlight at dusk fell on his flying shattered hair, dyeing it light golden, and under the shattered blond hair was a pair of bright and clear eyes. Eye.

And in the boy's hand, he was holding a cockatoo that looked very much like his family's runaway pet.

No, that seemed to belong to his family.

The man stood there dumbfounded. He had thought many times about what the child he was communicating with was like, but only when he really knew it did he realize how lacking his imagination was.

That kid should look like this, with the sanity of an adult and the purity of a teenager.

The man by the window laughed. In fact, he had seen him many times. He remembered that there was a small tear mole under the eyes of those bright peach blossoms.

When 'he' laughed, there were stars in his eyes.

An Yinong watched them unload all the luggage, and his things were sent to the master bedroom.

This room is He Chengjue's aesthetic, exquisite European style, wool blankets, marble, oil paintings, velvet curtains... The only thing that is not European is the tropical fish on the entire wall.

However, because no one has lived in it for a long time, it always feels a bit cold when walking inside.

An Yinong likes the layout of the master bedroom - finally it is no longer a children's navy style, but a warm gray simple style.

"Where is this?" The parrot asked innocently.

"My future home." An Yinong turned around and smiled after arranging the newly bought comic books.

"But isn't this near where my master lives?"

"Ok?"

The matter of He Chengjue's divorce was reported the next day, and the tabloid described it with extreme exaggeration, and made up countless stories of love and hatred.Some said that He Chengjue got sick due to domestic violence and promiscuity, and some said that the original owner's mother cheated because of the drama.

The fairytale signs of the rich and powerful families when they got married were too loud, so the divorce also attracted so much attention.

There are also media people who want to find their only child, but 'He Tiantong' is too 'low-key' on weekdays, not even a photo of him growing up, so his life can still be maintained peacefully.

In fact, An Yinong didn't care about the divorce of the original owner's parents at all, he was thinking about what the parrot said: X lives here too?

Thinking of this incident, he was inexplicably embarrassed. He boasted of his painting skills and character in the letter. If he really met, he would be a little ashamed, right?

Thinking about it, he even thought he could move again.

"Wait a minute, I know that X lives here because he can understand the words 'thank you', but the real 'thank you' hasn't learned human language yet, so X doesn't even know that I moved here."

This analysis convinced An Yinong.

When she returned to her current residence after school, Grandma Lian said that the neighbor next door had brought a gift, which was a basket of honey and lemon cakes.

"Honey Lemon Cake?" An Yinong, who smelled the scent, felt better, "Why did he send this here?"

"The owner of the house knew that a neighbor was staying, so he asked someone to bring a gift. I will make some snacks and send them over in two days."

"Okay, I will trouble you, mother-in-law." An Yinong is not very good at these human relationships, so it is most appropriate to leave it to Granny Lian.

"It should be. I think you don't have a good appetite in the morning. Are you still thinking about Mr. and Mrs.?" Granny Lian asked with a distressed expression.

"...No, I'm not used to changing places."

An Yinong told the truth, but no one believed him. They still felt that he was sad, but they just refused to show it.

Amidst the attention of countless media people and people who eat melons, He Chengjue's marriage is still divorced, and the two officially separated.

The He family didn't make any movement and didn't make any comments.The two of them have been separated for many years, and everyone has been prepared for this, but now the dust has settled.

The other is the issue of property. The property under each person's name is owned by each person. These are all clear and nothing to say.

An Yinong even made a small fortune during this period, because both of them expressed their guilt towards him and gave him a bunch of things, not to mention antique luxury cars and watches, they both had two properties.

Really rich overnight.

All of these are foreign objects, and he has to continue to wrestle with textbooks when he comes back. No matter how expensive an antique luxury car is, he can't cure his congenital illness.

At this time, He Chengjue, who suddenly wanted to make up for his son, showed great love and spent a lot of money to hire him an excellent university professor as a tutor.

Professional teachers systematically sorted out the knowledge structure, and An Yinong's learning progress accelerated a bit.

Oh, it's not that reading has become easier, but that the key points have been sorted out, the scope that needs to be memorized and understood has been narrowed, and the efficiency has also been enhanced.

"Actually, your comprehension ability is not bad, and your memory is also good. Why is it so difficult to read the questions?" Mr. Wu, the family teacher, couldn't figure it out.

An Yinong's mathematics and general studies are not bad, but the Chinese and English that are also compulsory are in a mess, and even the simplest words are written wrong, which makes people suspect that he did it on purpose.

"Teacher, sometimes when I read a book, I seem to see the words inside move, but I can't grasp it." An Yinong said tentatively.He wondered if there was anything he could do as a professor.

"Is it lack of concentration?"

"...Really." Seeing his disapproving expression, An Yinong suddenly didn't want to say anything.

This Professor Wu is 28 this year and [-] years old and went to university. It is obvious that he is a genius in both study and exams. A genius has a genius model. They don't understand the fact that 'reading is difficult', so they take it for granted that the other party is not working hard.

Even if An Yinongzai explained it in detail, it would only be regarded as an excuse.

"I used to be like this." An Yinong thought to himself, "I think failure means not working hard."

After Teacher Wu left, he heaved a long sigh, feeling a little tired, but he didn't expect the parrot to 'comfort' him: "The weather is so nice, why don't you go out for a walk?"

"You're right." He took a deep breath, "Why are you unhappy when the weather is so good?"

As he spoke, he held up the parrot: "Go, I'll take you for a ride."

The sun is so bright, if you don't go outside for a walk, it feels like a waste of this great time.

So he held the parrot in one hand, and walked out of the garden with his roller skates in the other.

The garden here is too small to be slippery, so he decided to go skating on the path outside the garden. Anyway, there are not many people coming and going here, so he is not afraid of bumping into anyone.

"Let me show you the joy of high-speed gliding." Holding the parrot in his hand, he started gliding amidst the parrot's cries.

The parrot's reaction made him laugh out loud, and his previous depressed mood seemed to be thrown behind him during this gliding.

In fact, An Yinong is not very used to double-row roller skating. He used to learn single-row roller skating.But this kind of thing only needs to be dropped a few times, and it will be learned.

There are many wild birds parked on the trees on both sides of the path, and they are also very willing to get close to him. If he stops, some birds will fly over and stay on his hand.

Now he was gliding slowly along the path, followed by birds and fallen leaves blown by the breeze.

This scene fell in the eyes of the people upstairs next door, as if the fairy tale world had reappeared.

"It turns out he's always like this."

The man felt that his behavior at the moment looked like a wretched criminal, and he should restrain himself.Anyone else seeing his condition would have a sordid thought of profaning their friendship.

Assuming it's really 'friendship'.

The parrot flew from the window of this house to the window of the other house, and the man opened the letter paper.

"If I say that there is a kind of person in the world, the text they see is jumping around, as if flying, would you think that person is a fool? ——H"

"It must be a very strange world. Although I can't make words dance on books, I can sing beautiful music into nightmares. Do you want to feel it?—X"

The man was sitting in the room closest to his neighbour, and he heard laughter from there, singing like a song between the two windows.

He seems to have gained another kind of happiness from this kind of happiness, so his world has also become happier.