After transferring money to his parents, Jiang Chen decided to make a will!
He doesn't know when he will enter the world of Xianxia next time, and he doesn't know if he will still be alive and come back alive next time.
So he has to make a will in advance. With this money, even if he does encounter misfortune in the world of immortals, his parents can live the rest of their lives peacefully and comfortably.
He first went to a law firm and made a will, and then went to a notary office to have the will notarized. After doing all this, he returned to his rental house.
He planned to pack up his things in the next two days, pack all the useful things, and then find a moving company to move his things away.
It just so happened that his house was about to expire in mid-April, and the landlord had clearly told him that the rent would be increased starting next month.
Living in Longcheng is not easy!
On the way back, he met his neighbor in the corridor, a down-and-out cartoonist with long hair and black-rimmed glasses who looked slovenly.
"Hi!"
Jiang Chen took the initiative to say hello to him.
The two are neighbors and have the same landlord. They usually don't look up from each other, so they always say hello when they meet, but they are just nodding acquaintances, and their friendship is not deep.
The cartoonist nodded, then passed him and walked down the stairs.
His name is Lin Yi, and he is a street cartoonist. His cartoons are top-notch, but there is no market for them. His recently created cartoon "Ghost Story" was rejected by many comic publishing houses.
In fact, whether there is a market for comics mainly depends on the content and creativity, and has little to do with one's own professional skills.
Lin Yi has a talent for painting since he was a child, but he is not suitable for content and creativity. If he becomes an artist, he should have a better future.
But he is a stubborn person who doesn't look back until he hits a wall. He won't look back even if he hits a wall.
"Hello Mr. Lin Yi, your work "Ghost Story" has not yet reached the contract standard."
Lin Yi took out his mobile phone and saw that it was the background information sent to him by a famous domestic comic website.
For online comics, as long as it's not too crotch-inducing, there's no problem signing the contract, but it's true that you just can't make any money!
But Lin Yi didn't expect that even his online serialization would be rejected!
"hehe."
"Even online comics websites won't let me submit manuscripts. Am I really not suitable to be a cartoonist?"
Lin Yi sighed, his eyes darkened.
When he came to the retail store in the community, he bought a large bag of noodles and a large piece of pickles. He checked out and paid. He lowered his head submissively under the disdainful eyes of the retail store owner and went upstairs with his things.
I eat noodles with pickles every day, twice a day.
This is the life he lives now.
This day was very unpleasant for him!
But what can be done?
There is nothing relaxing in the adult world!
After cooking some noodles and eating pickles, Lin Yi picked up the hand-drawn book of his new work "Ghost Stories" on his computer desk, read through it carefully, and then sighed.
The new work could not be sold, and he now had no idea to conceive the plot of the comic in the future, so he rummaged around and finally found a wooden box. He opened the wooden box and found a writing brush inside.
This is a writing brush passed down from his ancestors, a small regular script writing brush with a jade shaft and wolf hair.
It's not priceless, but it's still an old thing. If you sell it, it might be worth some money.
But this was the only thought left to him after his parents passed away.
He was reluctant to sell it. Whenever he was in a bad mood, he would always take out this brush and practice calligraphy or draw ink paintings.
Although he is a cartoonist, he is proficient in many types of Eastern and Western paintings.
He took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, sharpened the ink, and began to practice calligraphy. After writing two calligraphy articles, he spent a few ink-style apples.
But what he didn't know was that when he was concentrating on writing and painting, the strokes of the brush occasionally came to him!
After finishing the ink-style apple painting, he felt the urge to urinate, and he hurriedly went to the toilet.
When he came out of the toilet, he suddenly found a few more bright apples on the table.
"this……"
Lin Yi rubbed his eyes and thought:
"Is it because I haven't eaten fruit for so long that I'm hallucinating?"
He walked slowly to the table, picked up a red apple, clicked it, and took a bite. The juice overflowed and the aroma was charming. It felt so wonderful!
Who sent him the apple?
It seems that only the landlord, Sister Ma, has the key to this room!
Lin Yi could not help but shudder as he thought of Sister Ma's fierce look when she came to ask for rent.
impossible!
There is absolutely no way it was the apple sent to him by Sister Ma!
He took another bite of the apple, looked down at the ink apple he drew on the table, and his eyes widened!
The apple on the painting...disappeared!
Look at the apples on the table again, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, nine in total!
Fortunately not.
He remembered that he spent ten apples in total.
Thinking about it, he took another bite of the apple in his hand, and his relieved heart rose again. There were nine on the table, and he still held one in his hand!
"Did you hit evil?"
"Or am I hallucinating?"
Lin Yi murmured to himself.
He then took out a pen from the pen holder and drew a big watermelon. After waiting for a long time, the watermelon was still on the painting.
"It's really an illusion!"
Lin Yi breathed a long sigh of relief.
Maybe someone played a prank on him again and took away the painting of ten ink apples he drew and put ten apples for him.
But who could be so boring?
The key is who can sneak into his room!
He looked inside and outside the house, and then at the door. It was still stuck.
Then he looked at the ancestral writing brush on the table.
He took a deep breath and drew a bunch of bananas on the paper again.
wait!
A flash of white light appeared, Lin Yi blinked, and suddenly found that there was a hanging banana on the table, and the ink banana he drew on the paper had completely disappeared.
"The painting comes true, this must be Ma Liang's magic pen!"
"Is the legend true?"
"But Ma Liang, the magic pen, is a modern fairy tale, it does not belong to ancient legends!"
Lin Yi was a little shocked, but also a little happy!
If he can really make his paintings come true, will there be endless fruits to eat in the future?
Thinking about it, he immediately picked up the brush and started drawing frantically, but it took him a long time to realize that the magic brush suddenly stopped working!
He thought about it carefully, then held his breath and concentrated, thinking in his heart, chanting in his mouth, picked up the pen to draw, and drew a big durian!
After waiting for a moment, the light flashed and a big durian appeared on the table.
efficient!
Lin Yi's face was filled with joy when he saw this, and then he held his breath again and drew a bunch of grapes.
However, after waiting for a long time, the grapes still did not become real.
After that, he drew several more things, but none of them became real.
By the next morning, he drew a few more things, and three more became real!
Slowly, he figured out how to use the magic pen. When drawing, he must concentrate, hold his breath and concentrate on what he draws on the paper, what he thinks in his heart, and what he knows and does.
And it can only be used three times a day!
"Bang bang bang!"
There was a violent knock on the door.
"Lin Yi!"
"Lin Yi!"
"Lin Yi!"
"I know you're at home!"
"Open the door!"
"Open the door for me quickly!"
A loud voice came from outside the door, which made Lin Yi's head buzz and hurt.
He endured both physical and mental discomfort and opened the door to his landlord, Sister Ma.
