I walk the career line in dog blood

"Jiujiu." The two parrots shook their fur comfortably as soon as they entered An Yinong's room.

It's winter vacation now, on the eve of Chinese New Year, it's raining outside, it's cold and wet, but An Yinong's room has air conditioning.

Although this bulky air conditioner is loud, it is the luxury that many people want most in this era, and it is also a winter life-saving fetish for An Yinong who is afraid of the cold.

Winter in Hong Kong City is generally not cold, and the outdoor temperature is above ten degrees, but recently, I don’t know if it’s cold air or something, the temperature has dropped below ten degrees, and it’s raining, double damage superimposed.

If there is no air conditioner, 'Einong' and 'Gu Pan' may both be out of service for a period of time due to 'force majeure'.

"I heard people say that you are friends and have a very close relationship. Why didn't I hear you mention it?" Xie Jiu asked very 'casually'.

How should I put it, he and Gu Pan...he is Gu Pan.

An Yinong held his face and looked at Xie Jiu: "We have a good relationship, aren't we, Uncle Jiu is curious?"

"Compared to his comics, your "Monster City" is more suitable for animation. Give up this opportunity because...he is your friend?"

Xie Jiu, who has only read the "Yinong" comics, said the same thing as the truth.

"No, Gu Pan's "Girl of the Spirit" has a wider audience, and it is a great thing that it can attract both male and female readers. "The Legend of the Desert Heroes" and "Monster City" have more male audiences. "

An Yinong analyzed it carefully, but in the eyes of others, it was a kind of preference for "Gu Pan".

This other person is Xie Jiu.

Xie Jiu has always known that 'Yinong' and 'Gu Pan' have a good relationship, but he actually gave up the first animation spot to 'Gu Pan', and decided directly as a director, so did their relationship exceed a certain limit?

"Sir?" At this moment, he remembered the two words An Yinong had yelled to him, and Gu Pan's new comic was called "Mr."

This comic is very famous, and many female readers are discussing it. Even if Xie Jiu doesn't care, he still knows that "Mr." is about the teacher-student relationship between two people (ghosts) with hugely different identities.

There is a huge difference in identities, teachers and students... Then contacting An Yinong who didn't know when to learn painting and swordsmanship, Xie Jiu suddenly thought, 'Gu Pan' could be the 'Mr.' who taught An Yinong how to draw?

"Tiantong, don't underestimate yourself. Of course, I know that you and 'Gu Pan' are friends. Friends always look special when they look at friends. I don't know what kind of person 'Gu Pan' is. I really want to get to know him."

Xie Jiu's disguise was perfect, but An Yinong still sensed something was wrong with his sixth sense, and rolled his eyes: "He is older than me, he is a knowledgeable and gentle senior, and he even taught me swordsmanship."

Sure enough.

Xie Jiuyue was even more convinced of his guess: shameless guy, it's alright to seduce a minor, but he secretly beautified the matter and drew it into a cartoon.No matter how mature Tiantong is, he is still a child after all, and does not know the dirty and ugly of adults.

Xie Jiu didn't show his attitude, he even said friendly: "Really? That's really good."

"Yeah, speaking of it, he is a bit like Uncle Jiu. Here are the beautiful red phoenix eyes." An Yinong smiled and looked at Xie Jiu, "Sure enough, beautiful people have similarities."

Xie Jiu didn't know for a moment whether he should be happy or angry.

"Uncle Jiu is a man, how can he be described as beautiful? Is Tiantong very close to Mr. Gu Pan? Since that Mr. Gu Pan is your teacher, the teacher is like a father, and you should treat him like a father." The same as my own father." Xie Jiu said seriously, that was a righteous speech.

"Okay, I'll listen to Uncle Jiu."

An Yinong cooperated so well that Xie Jiusong finally frowned.

The two continued to draw one by one and read it by the other, until noon, when the president of the magazine called and said that a lot of things had been delivered to the magazine, and the delivery worker said that it was delivered by Mr. Ask about the situation.

"I bought it. Each person has a box of snacks, a box of fruit, and a [-]-yuan supermarket voucher. The editor-in-chief adds a box of red wine. By the way, the year-end bonus is just one month's salary."

An Yinong casually threw out tens of thousands of money. As the worker's president, he was of course very happy, and he could even hear the faint cheers over there.He put down the phone with a smile, and met Xie Jiu with a thoughtful expression.

"What's the matter, Uncle Jiu? Is there something wrong?"

"I was suddenly reminded by Tiantong that this year's benefits have not been prepared yet, and I was thinking what should I prepare." Xie Jiu, who has never given employees benefits other than year-end bonuses, said so.

Xie Jiu left and said that he would prepare employee benefits. An Yinong put down his paintbrush. He held his cheek with one hand and smiled like a little fox: "When did it happen? Why didn't I find out before?"

"What is it?" The system floated out.

"You came?"

"Yeah, if I don't show up again, you will only know the parrot 'thank you'." The system said quietly.

Nearly a year has passed, and the host has changed from a fourth-grade student to a fifth-grade student. It seems that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, but the progress of the task is zero.The legendary task target 'Wen Long' was as quiet as dead, but his adoptive father who died early was shaking in front of the host from time to time.

Shake what?Can shaking can increase the regret value?

Forget it, this adoptive father also raised an unlucky pet, some kind of 'thank you', to grab the host's attention and get angry.

"I thought you didn't want to talk to me." An Yinong pinched the system, thinking that he might not meet again after this life, he decided to treat the system better.

"Hmph. By the way, host, what did you just say?"

"I suspect that Xie Jiu is interested in me." An Yinong smiled badly.

"What?" The system jumped up, it pointed to An Yinong, and then pointed to the next door, "Little Mom Literature?"

"..."

An Yinong stretched out his fingers and flicked the system off: "Can you put some normal things in your mind? What little mother literature? I have nothing to do with being a son."

"It has nothing to do with being a son, does it have something to do with being an adoptive father?" The system that rolled around on the table quickly got up, it had forgotten its mission, and approached hehehe, "I think the relationship between you two... Isn't there something like that?"

"What do you want to say?" An Yinong looked down at the system.

"There is rape—" The system was blown away again, but even if it was blown away, it still had to say the last word loudly, "Love!"

"Heh." An Yinong thought to himself: What do you need to say?

After entering the junior year, the pace of the world seems to be faster, and the great cartoonist no longer has the leisure time to draw. He is brought by his parents to meet with various relatives and friends, and is also taken to various banquets.

"I see this side all year round, and I go back when I see it. How many people come back to Hong Kong City after the Chinese New Year, go to see them, and let them see how good my children are."

His growth this year allowed them to see his potential. They no longer regarded An Yinong as a child, but as an adult who could go out and socialize.

Although He Chengjue has always been said to be an incompetent rich second generation, he also has a lot of contacts, including political circles, business circles, and even people in gray areas.As for Li Yufeng, she knows more people from the folk arts circle.

To these people, An Yinong of course pretended to be good with a drink.Anyway, he was young and his voice was soft, so if uncles and aunts shouted, there was nothing wrong with him.

There are often many peers at this kind of banquet, but you can't find too many "peers" from them, and they don't have any student flavor.

Also, most of these families have several wives, and they have to compete with brothers and sisters of different fathers and different mothers in the family. The model of raising Gu will definitely be more precocious and more realistic.

They also came to find An Yinong, but An Yinong didn't like the "interest needs" that they didn't hide, so he stayed close to He Chengjue and Li Yufeng, looking like a good boy who hadn't left the greenhouse.

"It's better to go back and have a small hot pot with my husband." He thought to himself.

In fact, at this time, there are also many rich people who choose to go abroad for the New Year holiday. Some people choose to go to places covered with ice and snow, and some choose to go to warmer places. But Grandpa He is a traditional person. He thinks that the New Year should be in his own at home.

It is said that there are two relatives of the He family who are living abroad and will come back during the Chinese New Year.

"Master He."

An Yinong turned his head and saw a brown-haired mixed-race boy. He recognized this person. His name was Zhang Rongsheng, and his English name was Richard. His father was in shipping, and his mother was a dancer from a foreign country. He was considered an illegitimate child.

He Chengjue is currently cooperating with the other party's father to open up a certain shipping line.

I have to say that the scumbag father is not able to sit down and do business, but he does have a unique vision. Real estate and shipping are industries that can make money in the future.

"Call me Tiantong." An Yinong raised his signature smile, "Shall we eat together?"

This is a buffet-style dance party. After eating, go up and dance, and come down to eat and chat when you are tired from dancing.But not many people actually sit down and eat.

"Okay." The shy boy sat down.

"I heard that "Painting Friends" magazine is yours, have you seen Gu Pan?"

An Yinong thought that the other party was here to make friends with him, but he didn't expect this young man to think for a long time, and the first question he asked was this.

An Gu Pan himself and Yi Nong picked up the juice: "I haven't seen it before. It's the editor's job to contact the author."

"Well, can I meet him? Of course, it doesn't matter if it's inconvenient recently, I can wait." Zhang Rongsheng clenched his fist.

"...May I ask, are you his book fan?" Judging by the gesture of clenching his fists, it doesn't look like he is going to meet his idol, but more like going to fight.

"No." Zhang Rongsheng said, "I am a fan of Yinong's books."

"...Calm down, it's wrong to hit someone, I don't think 'Yinong' will be happy either, they are good friends." An Yinong said seriously.This boy is two years younger than him, and he is in the second year of middle school, so it is easy to go astray in thinking.

Zhang Rongsheng shook his head: "I know, I'm just curious, what kind of person is it like to be friends with 'Yinong' and be protected by him all the time."

If so, shouldn't he be more curious about what 'Enon' looks like?

An Yinong asked, but the young man blushed and said, "I think he should be in his 20s and almost 30 years old, a handsome, well-educated mature man. I'm embarrassed to see him."

...Young man, your idea is very dangerous.

He patted the other person on the shoulder and stood up: "Stay closer to the work, and stay away from the author."

The little reader successfully scared him back, An Yinong left the banquet, and he drove through the street decorated with lights.

A variety of colorful neon lights, bright red lanterns, red couplets and banners bring the atmosphere of the New Year, and children in brightly colored clothes run around the road.

Even the Panchai, who are not used to being close to each other, smiled.

"It's really Chinese New Year."

There was no festive atmosphere in the house where there were only a few people, and there was not much sense that the New Year was approaching at the banquet just now, but the street in front of him reminded him that the New Year was really coming, his first New Year in this world .

An Yinong seemed to be infected by this atmosphere, he breathed on the car window, and then wrote on it: New year, smooth and successful.

But in the end he felt childish again, and erased the writing on the car window: "Uncle Cai, can you make a detour to the store that sells fireworks? I want to buy some fireworks. Oh, by the way, I also want to buy some ingredients for cooking hot pot."

"Okay, master, do you want to cook hot pot tonight?"

"Yeah, I didn't eat much at the banquet. I'm so hungry. I wonder if Mr. Xie next door wants to have a supper?"