You are really not the father of the child

The petals are his most sensitive place.

Yan Qing almost couldn't stabilize his figure, his roots trembled slightly, and he almost ran away from the soil if he couldn't stabilize himself.

He was already sensitive during the pollination period, at this moment when Geng Yihuai touched him unexpectedly, the flower branches were trembling, and the petals of the half-opened rose trembled most violently, as if a petal was about to fall off at any time.

Geng Yihuai: "...?"

Mr. Geng, a successful person, didn't think of this kind of common sense about flowers at all, and only thought that the little flower demon reacted a little more.

He casually touched the bright rose petals of the little flower demon, and smiled lightly.

He has been going his own way for a long time, and those elders in the demon clan who have met him must notify him in advance if they want to come to see him. Except for Tao Ning, who lives with him, no one has ever dared to stay here without his consent. .

The little monster didn't know anything, but instead dared to take root in his garden with little monster power, hiding it conspicuously among the vegetation.

In the case of innocence, the slightly trembling and nervous branches are still very cute.

It's just that Geng Yihuai didn't want to encourage this trend, and planned to teach the little flower demon a "lesson".

He stretched out his slender and strong fingers, moved his knuckles, and touched the flower bud on the other side.

The branches of the rose tree swayed violently again, but Mr. Geng, a successful man, did not stop. It’s not bad to pick a flower that blooms and put it back.”

As the words fell, it happened that the cold wind hit again, and the distant sky was coated with a layer of warm gold. The sunset light was falling along with the wind, and the temperature was still so low that it made one's fingertips feel cold.

The wind came at just the right time, the little flower demon who thought she hadn't been discovered seemed to be under natural cover. When the wind blew up, a branch without buds and flowers swung forward vigorously, hitting the girl angrily. On Geng Yihuai's forehead.

A slap was not enough, the little flower demon seemed to be really annoyed by the words just now, and immediately threw the branch over Geng Yihuai's forehead before the wind stopped.

But the flower thorns were put away thoughtfully, without scratching Geng Yihuai's skin.

Geng Yihuai: "..."

No matter how successful people are, they will be naive to this direct counterattack.

The melodious sound of the piano came from the room, the rhythm was soothing but bursting with emotion all the time, and the player who played it was obviously extremely skilled.

He glanced at the direction of the villa, then raised his hand again, and flicked the flower buds of the childish flower demon. Seeing that the other party was in a huddled posture again, he slowly got up, swept the dust off his trouser legs, and returned calmly. home.

Yan Qing watched Geng Yihuai enter the door angrily, annoyed and ashamed, the tall and straight figure completely disappeared from his sight, and then he relaxed, and the branches unfolded in a comfortable posture.

What is so good about the life of Mr. Geng, a successful man?

Not only move his buds, touch his petals, but also want to pick his flowers! ! !

but……

Yan Qing found that his mood had adjusted.

Maybe it was because of being teased by Geng Yihuai just now, he didn't have the heart to think about sad things at all, and his rationality returned, Yan Qing calmly thought about his current situation.

Not being appreciated by Zhong Fenghe is not a big deal - there will always be a place to accept him.

If he can't stay here, he'll change to another one.

He has no money now, so he has to act quickly.

Yan Qing pulled the root out of the soil in Geng Yihuai's yard, looked left and right, and quickly went to another less lush greenery, and disappeared in the yard of Geng Yihuai's house in an instant.

Geng Yihuai watched the little rose tree go away from the window, Tao Ning pressed the last key of the song with his fingers, the sound of the piano ended, and there was a slight echo in the empty villa.

"I've seen it all," Tao Ning looked at him with squinted eyes and a smile, "A flower demon with such low skills is blatantly taking root in your territory, and you just teased him?"

Geng Yihuai ignored him and made coffee for himself alone.

"Hey, hey, don't you make me a cup? I'm so hungry after playing."

"You're hungry every day."

"Then get me a drink too."

"Do it yourself." The sound of the coffee machine stirring sounded, and the room instantly wafted a faint aroma of coffee.However, Geng Yihuai felt that the fragrance of the roses in his hand was stronger, and it was not covered by the fragrance of coffee at all.

Tao Ning has already moved to his side: "So what's the matter with this little flower demon? Have you found a match? Then can you have a child? Can your true dragon blood have an heir? Am I right? Don't you need to be nagged by those old guys anymore? Does Elder Tian Qingque need not knock on our door?"

He asked one question after another, under the black-framed glasses, stared at Geng Yihuai with bright eyes, as if the major events in Geng Yihuai's life were ten times more important than his own - but this seemed to be a fact.

Geng Yihuai's irritability, which was dissipated by the little flower demon, rose again. He took a sip of coffee, and looked up at Tao Ning: "Shut up."

With a murderous glance from the high bloodline ancient monster, Tao Ning's gentle face showed a cowardly expression, and then he could bend and stretch very quickly, and immediately changed into a smiling face: "I won't mention it, I'll shut up! But let me remind you one last time , the Yaozu elders will come to your house in a few days."

Geng Yihuai's eyes moved, and he said calmly: "Let's talk about it."

……

Yan Qing went home with his body.

He didn't take any clothes with him when he went out. After staying at Geng Yihuai's house for a while, he naturally ran home with his body.

He ran all the way from the wall to the roof, played with the flowers and plants on the roof for a while, and was about to go back to the room, when he heard conversations from downstairs as soon as he reached the door.

His roommate Shen Xinshi's tone was steady, neither humble nor overbearing: "Don't worry, if Yan Qing comes back, I'll remind him immediately. He's just been too busy recently and forgot to pay the rent. Let me say sorry for him first..."

The landlord seemed very displeased: "How long have you forgotten? I have come to look for him a few times and he is not there. The deadline is at the end of this month. If you don't pay, let him go."

"I'll talk to him."

The landlord complained a few more words before leaving reluctantly.

Yan Qing rushed back to the room, changed back into a human form, put on clothes and came out: "Brother Shen!" Shen Xin was already twenty at the time, and the age on his ID card was much older than Yan Qing, and Yan Qing called him brother.

When Shen Xin saw him coming out of the room, he was taken aback for a moment: "Are you at home? But you were right in not coming out just now. The landlord came to ask you for rent. Have you collected enough?" If I remember correctly, Yan Qing was a few weeks ago. Started to cry out for money.

Of course Yan Qing didn't make enough.

Originally, most of the screenwriters relied on the project share to make a living. If they do not open for three years, they will eat for three years after opening.Fengnian Studio hadn't assigned him a job for a long time. Not only did he not raise enough money during this period, he also resigned.

"No, I resigned today." Yan Qing shook his head, his dejected expression flashed, and was replaced by a young man's smile, "But I will start looking for a new job tomorrow, and I can always work it out!"

Jobs are not hard to find—waiters, handouts, shopping guides... are all jobs that human society has been short of.He can do these first, while writing scripts to exercise his ability, while looking for a job as a screenwriter. Anyway, he doesn't need to sleep every day, and he can always get through.

It's better than going back to the soil and sticking around, doing nothing every day.

Shen Xinshi had been in the society for many years, he had no curiosity about young people's affairs, so he didn't ask, but just sighed: "You resigned? The end of the month is coming soon, and the rent is one thousand, how much do you have now? I can lend you some."

Yan Qing blinked, thought carefully about the balance in his pocket, and replied honestly: "A few hundred yuan, if I really can't hold on, I will ask Brother Shen for help, thank you."

Shen Xin thought for a while, but still couldn't hold back and asked, "Why did you resign?"

"It doesn't agree with the boss's concept."

"You should make sure you find a job before resigning." Shen Xinshi sighed, "It's a huge loss."

Yan Qing smiled helplessly: "No way, I resigned on impulse at that time, and now I can only seriously look for a new job!" He knew that he was impulsive, but he did not regret such an impulse.

Seeing Yan Qing's firmness, Shen Xin pointed to the rooftop upstairs: "Sell all those things, it's enough for you to buffer for a while."

Shen Xinshi's job is a financial consultant, and he has contacts with people who are either rich or expensive. Although he is not considered rich, he has a little understanding of the things that rich people pay attention to.

Some of the flowers and plants that Yan Qing raised on the roof that adapt to different seasons are expensive at first glance.

Yan Qing shook his head without hesitation and said, "Brother Shen, thank you for your suggestion, but they cannot be sold."

Everyone has their own hobbies, Shen Xinshi only thought that Yan Qing liked gardening, and did not persuade him: "Then if you are really in trouble, you can knock on the door of my room."

"I will, thank you." Yan Qing said thank you several times.

He was very touched by Shen Xinshi's kindness.Although Shen Xinshi was older than him, but he was saving money to buy a house and was carrying a car loan, so the pressure was not less than him.

He exchanged a few words with Shen Xin before returning to the room.

On the desk, the notebook with the ancient mythology was lying quietly, and the desk lamp shone a pale light, so that the brown cover of the book was a bit reflective.

He will go to work tomorrow morning, and tonight he can continue to perfect the idea, or write the entire script slowly by himself.

Yan Qing took a deep breath to get rid of all distracting thoughts, picked up the pen with his fair and slender fingers, and wrote down one word after another on the paper neatly and gracefully.

Late at night, the snow on the ground hardened, and snowflakes fell again from the dark sky.

Even if the street lights are dim, Yan Qing can see the profuse snowflakes through the window with the light of the table lamp inside the house, presumably it was a heavy snow.

After this snow, the small plum tree on the roof should be blooming, right?

What a pleasure.

He smiled, and unconsciously, a bunch of small branches appeared above his head and swayed.The tender green leaves sway gently, and the top buds are bright red.

His infrequently used phone rang suddenly.

Yan Qing glanced at the caller ID - Zhang Xun.

"Hello, Zhang Xun?"

Zhang Xun's voice was no longer carefree as usual, and Yan Qing even heard a bit of seriousness from his tone: "Yan Qing, have you handed in your resignation letter yet?"

"Huh?" Yan Qing was taken aback, and the small branches above his head also paused, "I handed it over."

Zhang Xun seemed to be silent for a few seconds, and then he said seriously, "Is the myth of the Northwest Sea your idea?"

Zhang Xun had always been heartless and joking, and his sudden seriousness gave Yan Qing an inexplicable bad premonition.He straightened his expression, pushed down the branch above his head, and said, "It's mine."

He mentioned it to Zhang Xun, and Zhang Xun would know that this idea was normal.

"I ran out secretly to call you. Today, the boss suddenly asked us to work overtime urgently to catch up with a new script, saying that he wanted to try that big project again. The idea of ​​the new script is the myth of the Northwest Sea."

Yan Qing's head went blank for a moment, and then his heart sank: "Is it about Northwest Sea Candle Dragon?"

"Sure enough, it was your idea!" Zhang Xun seemed agitated, and his voice was slightly high, "Did the boss buy it from you?"

did not buy.

Yan Qing clearly remembered that Zhong Fenghe suspected from the beginning to the end that he was not the original creator of this idea, and in the end he did not intend to directly sign the story from him or let him be the main writer.

The snow outside the window is getting bigger.

After Yan Qing and Zhang Xun breathed out, they immediately put on a small padded jacket and heavy snow boots, and walked quickly in the snow-covered night.

Ever since the pollination period came that day and he had an unexpected relationship with Geng Yihuai, Yan Qing always felt that his body had changed a lot, and he became more and more sensitive to temperature.

He walked against the wind, shivered by the cold wind, and unconsciously circulated weak demon power to protect his whole body, and walked for a long time before reaching the path next to the studio.

Lights were on in almost every room in the studio, and sure enough, as Zhang Xun said, everyone was called to work overtime.

After a while, Zhang Xun ran over from the studio.He was accompanied by another young man, tall and thin, and Yan Qing also knew him. He was a screenwriter named Chen Zizhang who joined the job earlier than them.

"Look," Zhang Xun took out a stack of papers from the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to Yan Qing, "The boss should know that we have a good relationship, and the job he gave me is not obvious. Zizhang is in charge. The part, he just showed it to me and I didn’t think it was right, you see if it’s exactly the same as your idea.”

On the side, Chen Zizhang nodded: "I just encountered some problems and asked Zhang Xun, but I didn't expect him to say that this idea is very familiar..."

Yan Qing smiled: "Thank you."

Snowflakes instantly sprinkled on the black-printed paper, and Zhang Xun's fingers were instantly frozen cold. Yan Qing took the stack of paper from his hand, and the back of his hand carried pieces of snowflakes.

He shook the fine snowflakes on the paper, carefully watched from beginning to end, his heart sank directly to the bottom of the valley, and he no longer had any chances.

"...It was indeed my idea."