"I sold my dream for three or three dollars in exchange for three meals a day on the stove..."
"What are you singing?"
"Singing nonsense."
Ni Bingyan is tone-deaf and has a bad throat due to a cold. When he sings, he sounds like a duck quacking.
Sang Yuan endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.
"Ride well! Don't take me into the ditch!"
The soft flesh around his waist tightened, and Sang Yuan immediately shut up.
It was a rare meeting, and Sang Yuan planned to stay a few more days. The next time he came again, it might be during the Chinese New Year.
Ni Bingyan just caught a cold, but she always felt weak and was holding it back indoors. Seeing that the weather was nice today, she asked Sang Yuan to take her across the streets and alleys on a bicycle.
"There was a scene in a movie before. I was leaning on the balcony of that house, watching other people riding bicycles and laughing while walking with the girl I liked. I was always envious!"
Only then did Sang Yuan understand why she wanted to go out and ride her bicycle in the middle of winter.
"Don't envy others, you also have your own driver! Hold on steady! I'm going to speed up!"
After saying that, Sang Yuan kicked hard and rode even more vigorously!
"Hey! Slow down!!"
Ni Bingyan wanted to laugh, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was hit by the cold wind, which made him feel cold all of a sudden!
"Is it exciting or not? Are you happy or not?"
"I'm going to be blown by the wind and run away!!!"
When she noticed that the person behind her was hugging her waist desperately and squeezing her face under the hat of his furry down jacket, Sang Yuan was in a good mood and took her around for a while.
When the two of them came back pushing the car with flushed faces, they saw Ning Huihui opening the window on the second floor for ventilation.
After jumping up and waving his hands and saying hello, Ni Bingyan couldn't help but tell him:
"I woke up in the morning and saw my dad carrying goods. Just like that, kua chua~ One hundred thousand seconds passed. I wanted to grab a bag of anti-glare patches, but I couldn't even grab one! I know how much impact this had on me. How big is it?”
"Oh~ you're in a bad mood. Is that because of this?"
The room here is too small, and we live with others. Sang Yuan went to the hotel to sleep last night, and didn't know that she got up early to watch the live broadcast.
Sang Yuan touched his chin and turned to look at her: "Do you feel like 'those who hold scalpels are not as good as those who hold kitchen knives, and those who make atomic bombs are not as good as those who sell tea eggs'?"
Ni Bingyan looked away, wanting to deny it, but still chose to be honest:
"It's not that I look down on the live-streaming industry, I think they shouldn't earn so much. The main reason is that the contrast is too strong, and I feel a little unbalanced. Think about it, I worked hard on filming, and the money I earned for several months is not as good as mine Dad made so much in a day, I felt a little frustrated, and an idea even came to my mind, why don’t I go back and live-stream with my dad to sell goods and become an internet celebrity?”
"Is it jealousy or dissatisfaction?"
Ni Bingyan looked up at him: "I think besides that, there is also anger! It's not that I have any objections to my dad, it's just that I have an objection to the industry. I feel that I have paid so much..."
"But there is never a direct proportion between effort and reward!" Sang Yuan said the heart-wrenching words directly, "What's more, you and your dad have taken different paths and pursued different things. Just like you planted peanuts , I can’t see my own harvest for the time being, so I can justifiably envy others who grow eggplants and peppers, saying that they harvest a lot more than you do, it really doesn’t make sense~”
"That's right. My sense of professional achievement is not all brought by money. I really shouldn't compare it with others."
"Yes, your dad might also envy you for being on various podiums and being seen by people all over the world!"
"Hey, but I'm still so envious and jealous! Just for a little while! Do you know? I can even hear the sound of gold coins falling into the bag."
"According to what you say, I should have been unable to sleep all night long. The gold coins were rushing towards me, and the sound was too noisy!"
To be honest, Sang Yuan earns much more than Boss Ni.
Ni Bingyan was stunned for a moment, then jumped up and tickled him in anger: "I'm telling you something serious!"
"What am I saying? Is there anything weird I can say on the street?"
"Ahhhh!!! I'll scratch you to death!!"
The two of them laughed and ran for a while. Sang Yuan pushed the bicycle like a moving target, and in the end he had no choice but to beg for mercy.
"I think you are still too busy to care enough about your father. You see him just sitting there and introducing the goods unhurriedly, but you know that he has prepared the goods for this event. How long?"
"How much preparation does this require?"
Ni Bingyan doesn't have much experience in carrying goods, so she really doesn't know what her father's daily work is like.
After all, both father and daughter have the same moral character, and they never report good news to each other but not bad news.
"Your dad prepared for at least half a year before he had such excellent live broadcast data. Did you know? He personally visited almost all the manufacturers that brought goods, went into the workshop to see other people's production lines, and the mental outlook of the workers. , he will sign the contract only when he feels satisfied. In terms of quality control, he has really achieved the ultimate, so he will be recognized by consumers!"
"That's right. Consumers are not stupid. Even if they take a photo of something temporarily, they may return it later."
Ni Bingyan felt ashamed of his thoughts.
"Actually, you are also one of those people who are envied by others. People often scold you, "Oh, you make so much money in the entertainment industry so quickly! You should lower your film remuneration! If you have any spare money, why don't you give it to scientists and doctors?" !”
"It smells bad, it smells bad!"
Ni Bingyan couldn't help laughing.
Yes, people are always like this.
When you look up and envy others, you forget that you are also being envied by others.
The two stopped laughing and entered. Ni Bingyan went up the stairs first, while Sang Yuan went to the stairwell to lock the bicycle.
Ni Bingyan held on to the stair railing and looked at him:
"I suddenly remembered something. You said, if everyone knew, you are like a money printing machine. If you give me a little money, you can count the money until your hands cramp. I don't know how envious you would be!"
Probably everyone would start scolding her as soon as they opened their eyes in the morning.
unfair!
It's so unfair!
"Then what can I do? I can only marry one wife. No matter how envious others are, there is nothing I can do!"
Sang Yuan patted the dust on his hands and stood up: "People have different levels of talent and different family backgrounds, which makes everyone's upper and lower limits vary greatly, but under the same conditions, people who work hard are always better than people who are mediocre. The upper limit is higher. Look, do people with similar family backgrounds to mine have low IQs? No, they just chose to lie down and then became worthless dudes."
Sang Yuan also wanted to talk to her about how to raise children so that they would not learn to be bad, so he saw her holding her mobile phone and poking at it with a serious look on her face.
After taking a few steps up the steps, she looked over and saw a donation page displayed on her phone.
I couldn't help but wonder - "You are doing well, why are you donating money?"
"I decided to face up to this widespread injustice in society and try to correct it artificially."
After completing the skillful operation, Ni Bingyan raised his head and smiled at him:
"Are you particularly hypocritical? You see, when I do charity, I often do it just for my own peace of mind."
When a poor man becomes rich, his conscience will be disturbed.
I am a capitalist by nature and only cares about the return on investment. Many times I do charity to make more money.
She had such pure kindness that Sang Yuan thought he didn't have.
Sang Yuan sighed and reached out to touch her head: "Go upstairs, I can already smell the fragrance. My second sister-in-law must have cooked a big meal today!"
When I was young, my family was poor and I wanted to learn to paint. My mother couldn't afford it, so she bought me ink, gouache, brushes and rice paper, so I could paint by myself. At that time, the Internet was not developed and I couldn't afford study books, so I just found something to draw. Paint the trees outside the window, the flowers in front of the garden, the sparrows eating rice, and all kinds of things you like. I can still feel the joy of free creation to this day. Sister Wang has unknowingly reached the age of developing hobbies. I chatted with her about this topic. She had no idea about these things, so I planned to take her to experience it. Hobby classes are very expensive and are all based on routines for systematic teaching. I don’t think they are beneficial to children’s interest and creativity. So I plan to put more effort into it and study with her. After she determines what she likes, she can find a reliable teacher to learn one-on-one. I'm going to start with gouache first. Yesterday I bought paint, paper, pens and a basic tutorial book, and planned to study with her. If she doesn't like it, I'll try something else. I don’t seem to have any special skills. At this age, I don’t know if it’s too late to cultivate them together with my children.
(End of chapter)
