I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

This travel magazine is too small, An Yinong doesn't know about it at all, let alone know, his photos also appeared in some booklets for people to buy and sell .

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

A finger with an emerald ring pointed at the photo: "This, I'm willing to offer $10,000."

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

At this time, painting has become a relaxing entertainment activity. Unconsciously, the more he painted, the more he really began to like it.

Correspondence with 'X' also continued, which was a much anticipated time of his day, and he became more and more curious about the identity of 'X'.

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

The revised version of "Drawing Friends" mainly promotes his comic "Desert Heroes: The Devil City".

At the same time, two comic magazines were sent to his home, one was sent to the 'Boss' for purposes, and the other was a sample issue sent to 'Author Yinong'.

He sat down at the desk and took out the parcel that he hadn't had time to look at.

In addition to the sample journal sent, there is also an envelope. The envelope is his manuscript fee this time: five yuan per page, exactly one hundred yuan.

He put one hundred yuan aside and opened the book to find the page with his comics. Finally he found it, and in the second half of the magazine, he appeared in the new works column as a newcomer.

"Although I painted 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 comic magazines, maybe you will see it when you pass by a newsstand one day. ^_^—X"

The man couldn't help laughing at the cute smiling face above. He picked up the phone and called his subordinates: "Bring me all the new comic magazines that have been published these two days."

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

The man actually doesn't know how old the person he communicates with, because he feels very rational and mature when communicating, but occasionally he is innocent and optimistic that belongs to a young man. Another time, he complained about the exam, so it was probably Form 5, or Form 6?

I didn't expect him to chat so happily with a middle school student and develop into pen pals - they are at least ten years apart, if they meet, the child should call him uncle.

"I passed the newsstand today and thought that there might be some of your works in it, so I couldn't help but buy one. It turns out that the comics are really interesting. -X" The magazine in the man's hand turned over and appeared A knight who ran wild on horseback under the moonlit night.

"Congratulations, life will add a new pleasure. -H" Another place, An Yinong also opened the sketch, he was drawing a knight drinking with friends, two The protagonists of the picture have the same face, only the background is different. Using the backyard of the county government in Dingsha County as a template, he painted the house of a friend where the knight is.

That night, the man had a strange dream. He dreamed of the yellow sand, a tall tower and a horse thief with a knife. In the dream, there was a silver-robed general who could not see his figure, pulling a bow, his eyes bright as stars.

Anon also had a strange dream that night. He dreamed of an invisible space with layers upon layers of void, where vague monsters were blocked. And he was surrounded by a monster that looked like a dragon but with black scales. He rubbed the horns on the top of his head all at once, itching so much that he couldn't stop struggling.

"Find me quickly, Yinong."

The little man in the dream looked up at the big monster. He stood up and hugged the slightly hideous head of the monster on tiptoe: "Okay."

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

"Tuk tuk, tuk tuk."

He was still immersed in the excitement of comics appearing in magazines and magazine revisions, looking forward to "Desert Heroes: The Devil's City" becoming popular all over the port city. At this time, another news smashed An Yinong's face - He Chengjue is getting divorced.

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

Their modern-day fairy tale of prince and Cinderella has an outcome—albeit a bad one.

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

The new monogamous marriage law has not been promulgated for two years. Divorce in the early years is not called divorce, but called 'divorce'. It shows how rare divorce is in this era, and it is still so proud and respectful wealthy.

There are a lot of men in the wealthy family messing around, and even a lot of men who are in the wealthy family messing around. Those wives also turn a blind eye. Li Yufeng is really a strong temperament.

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

"Don't worry." The third aunt took the luggage and left.

Well, Granny Lian and the others will come together too." He Chengjue, who was drunk, fell on the sofa in the hall.

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

Leave here, be free.

"Atong, your father and I...I'm not a good husband, and your mommy is relieved." He Chengjue's eyes were half-open, "You don't want to imitate me, you can find someone in the future, just be good to her."

An Yinong patted him on the shoulder: "You're drunk." Is this a man who is about to die?

Several servants at home helped him, and his things were quickly packed. One car was not enough, so two cars were installed.

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

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

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

"Twolegs, are you sad?" The parrot asked, tilting his head.

"No. It's just... It's somewhat emotional to leave here suddenly." An Yinong kept looking at the backward scenery outside.

The bad mood is not because of the original owner's parents. Anyway, whether they are together or not together has little effect on him. And at this time, the original owner's influence on him is not so strong.

I was in a bad mood because the house that he had become accustomed to originally did not belong to him. The owner of the house wanted him to leave temporarily, so he would leave temporarily.

An Yinong wants a nest of his own.

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

"Is it 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 pine and cypresses. The security guard was a middle-aged man with scars on his face. He opened the door after seeing people.

An Yinong looked out through the window, and on both sides were neat small gardens with lawns and rhododendrons, and some workers bent over to mow the lawns.

Around 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 was holding a parrot 'Thank you', was helped out of the car.

building.

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

It's the balcony of the villa next door. It's already colorful when spring arrives, but I don't know what flowers are planted.

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

The people on the second floor next door saw him clearly: the orange sun at dusk fell on his flying shattered hair, dyeing it pale gold, and the shattered blond hair Below, is a pair of bright and clear eyes.

In the hands of this young man, he was holding a cockatoo that looked like his family's runaway pet.

No, that seems to be his.

The man stood there, thinking many times what the child he was communicating with looked like, but when he really knew it, he realized how little his imagination was.

That kid should look like this, with the rationality 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 mole under the eyes of those smart peach blossoms.

'He' smiled with stars in his eyes.

Annon watched them unload all their luggage, and put his things into the master bedroom.

This house is He Chengjue's aesthetic, exquisite European style, wool blanket, marble, oil painting, velvet curtain... The only thing that is not European is the tropical fish on the whole wall.

However, because no one lives there for a long time, it always feels a little cold to walk inside.

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

"Where is this?" the parrot asked innocently.

"My future home." An Yinong smiled back after arranging the newly bought comic books.

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

"Huh?"

He Chengjue's divorce was reported the next day, and the tabloid exaggerated to describe it, and made up countless love and hatred. Some say that He Chengjue got sick from domestic violence and promiscuity, and some say that the original owner's mother cheated because of drama.

The giant fairy tale signboard when they got married was 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 is still Can remain calm.

In fact, An Yinong didn't care about the divorce of the original owner's parents at all. He thought about the parrot's words: X also lives here?

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

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

This analysis convinced An Yinong.

When she returned to her current residence after school, Granny Lian said that the neighbor next door brought a gift, a basket of honey lemon cake.

"Honey lemon cake?" An Yinong, who was smelling the fragrance, was in a better mood, "Why did he send this?"

"The owner of the house knew that a neighbor was staying, so he asked someone to bring gifts. I'll make some snacks to send in two days."

"Okay, I'll trouble mother-in-law about these things." An Yinong doesn't know much about these relationships, so it's best to leave it to Mother-in-law Lian.

"Yes, I think you have a bad appetite in the morning, are you still thinking about your husband and wife?"

"...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 refused to show it.

In the attention of countless media and melon eaters, He Chengjue's marriage is still divorced, and the two are officially separated.

The He family did not make any news and did not 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.

In addition, there is the issue of property. The property under each person's name belongs to each person. These are clear and nothing to say.

Even An Yinong made a small fortune during this period, because both of them expressed guilt towards him and gave him a lot of things, not to mention the antique luxury cars and watches, There are two properties.

Really rich overnight.

All of these are external things. When he comes back, he has to continue fighting with textbooks. No matter how expensive an antique luxury car is, he cannot cure his congenital ailments.

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

Professional teachers systematically sort out the knowledge structure, and An Yinong's learning progress has been accelerated.

Oh, it's not that reading has become easier, but the key points have been sorted out, the scope of memory and understanding is reduced, and the efficiency is enhanced.

"Actually, your comprehension ability is good, and your memory is also good. Why is it so difficult to read the questions?" Mr. Wu, the home teacher, couldn't understand.

An Yinong's mathematics and general knowledge are good, but the Chinese and English, which are also compulsory, are a mess, and the simplest words will be misspelled, which makes people suspect that he is doing it on purpose.

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

"Are you distracted?"

"...Yeah." Looking at his disapproving expression, An Yinong suddenly didn't want to say anything.

Professor Wu is 28 and 16 in college this year. Obviously, he is a genius in learning and exams. Geniuses have genius patterns. , so of course it feels that the other party is not working hard.

Even if An Yinong said it carefully, it would only be regarded as an excuse.

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

After Mr. Wu left, he let out a long sigh and felt a little tired. 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, "The weather is so good, why are you unhappy?"

He lifted 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 time.

So he carried 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 to the small road outside the garden for slippery, anyway, there are no people here, so he is not afraid of bumping into anyone.

"I'll show you the joy of high-speed gliding." He held the parrot in his hand and started gliding with the parrot's cry.

The parrot's reaction made him laugh, and the previous depressed mood seemed to be forgotten in this slide.

In fact, An Yinong is not used to double-row pulleys. He used to learn single-row roller skating. But this kind of thing only needs to fall a few times and learn.

There are many wild birds parked on the trees on both sides of the path. They are also willing to get close to him. If he stops, there will be birds flying over and staying on his hands.

Now he slides slowly on the path, with birds following him, and leaves blown by the breeze.

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

"So he is usually like this."

The man feels that he is acting like a very wretched criminal at the moment, and he should restrain himself. Anyone else seeing his condition would have the dirty idea of ​​blaspheming their friendship.

Suppose this is really 'friendship'.

The parrot flew from the window of this house to the window of that house, and the man opened the stationery.

"If I say, 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 neighbors, and he heard cheerful laughter over there, which flowed like singing between the two windows.

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