Sunlight shines in from the window, making the originally spacious dining room brighter and more colorful.
The round table was filled with various delicacies, and everyone sat together to eat.
The atmosphere at the dinner table couldn't be described as awkward, but it was indescribably weird.
Qi Yan was finally forced to stay for dinner. This meal was a torture for her, and no matter what she ate, it felt bland and tasteless.
Qi Zhen had recently sent notices all over the place and never came back. Only the four of them were eating this meal.
"Yanyan, come, eat some crabs." As soon as the meal started, Qi Zhen's mother was peeling the crab shells, and she gave the crab meat to Qi Yan.
Qi Yan not only refused to accept it, but also sneered: "You don't need to act coy with me."
"Why are you talking to your Aunt Qin?" Seeing that she didn't behave at all, Qi's father directly put down his chopsticks and looked at her seriously.
"What Aunt Qin? The mistress is the mistress." Qi Yan stopped talking at this moment, looked at her father, and said arrogantly: "And you, what qualifications do you have to talk to me?"
Every time she came back, she would turn the family upside down. This time in front of grandma, Qi Yan didn't look good on them either.
Qi's father had tolerated her for many years, but now she was so angry that he said with strong sullenness in his voice: "I am your father, why am I not qualified to talk to you?"
"Yanyan, please don't be rude." Grandma Qi was sitting right between them. People on the left and right were talking, so much so that she had to step in.
"Back then, my mother's body was still cold, and she dared to break into the house. What was she other than a mistress? What did I say wrong?" When she was pulling Qizhen's mother, she also scolded her father: "We have the same smell, and you are nothing. "
Qi Yan has a thorn in her heart that has been with her for many years.
Her biological mother took a lot of sleeping pills at home and died after resuscitation failed. At that time, Qi Yan did not know why her mother did this. In her impression, her mother was depressed all day long and lived an unhappy life.
She thought that the self-injury accident was her mother's way of relief. It wasn't until Qi Yan came back from abroad that she discovered that there was an additional woman and child at home, that she realized that she was naive.
Based on Qi Zhen's age, the child had already been born when her mother was still there.
Father Qi: "What do you know? Your mother and I had already divorced before I met your Aunt Qin. Otherwise, how could we prove it?"
"You can remarry if you are widowed, but you still treat me like my three-year-old child?"
Qi Yan dared to say this because she knew that they had indeed received the certificate after her mother's death.
"If you don't believe it, I can show you the divorce certificate right now."
"Who knows if you will bring a fake divorce certificate to fool me?" Since that incident, she has completely trusted this man. Even if it is true, she will not accept it: "Anyway, I still say the same thing. In other words, there is her in this family without me, and there is me in this family without her."
After Qi Yan put down her harsh words, she stood up and left directly.
…
In the afternoon, a few irregular white clouds hung in the blue sky.
Lu Qingye moved the suitcases he had packed downstairs and was about to leave for the airport.
"Do you need me to take you to the airport?" Meng Chuyuan happened to be sitting in the hall downstairs. When she saw Lu Qingye coming down, she raised her eyes and glanced at him.
Lu Qingye found it incredible that Meng Chuyuan took the initiative to bring this up.
He pulled up the suitcase's lever and responded to her softly: "No."
Jiang Yi said he would come over to see him off later, and the two of them still had some work matters to discuss.
Lu Qingye knew that she got up a little early today and would definitely need a nap later, so he didn't want to ask Meng Chuyuan to accompany her.
"Okay, I won't send you off later."
Not long after, Jiang Yi drove alone to Lu Zhai, and the two chatted briefly in the living room. They had to stop chatting temporarily because they were afraid of traffic jams on the road later.
Jiang Yi put the suitcase into the car for Lu Qingye early, put his hand on the car, and looked at them with interest.
Meng Chuyuan only walked him to the door, and before leaving, he asked him thoughtfully: "Have you brought everything?"
"It's all there." His luggage was not much, only a few pieces of clothing to keep out the cold. He basically carried all the important documents and certificates with him.
Seeing how concise their conversation was, Jiang Yi couldn't wait to ask, "Why don't you two hug me?"
The two were facing Jiang Yi sideways. Judging from his field of vision, Lu Qingye and Meng Chuyuan were probably not even three feet apart from each other.
Jiang Yi's voice reached Lu Qingye's ears, making him frown slightly.
Meng Chuyuan behaved calmly, without making any waves in his eyes.
After a while, Meng Chuyuan took the initiative to lift his legs forward, looked up at the man in front of him, and said in a soft voice: "Then give me a hug."
She opened her hands calmly and generously, passed them through the inner sleeves of Lu Qingye's clothes, leaned forward slightly, and gently grasped the sides of his coat with her hands.
Meng Chuyuan's embrace was like the breeze blowing through the willows, leaving slightly turbulent ripples.
There was a light and elegant fragrance mixed in the air, and the clothes at her waist felt like they were falling slightly when she grabbed them. All of this told him that it was real.
In an instant, Lu Qingye came to his senses, and he instinctively raised his hand and put it gently on her back.
A simple hug was nothing in Jiang Yi's eyes, but when he saw Lu Qingye approaching a girl at such a close distance for the first time, his expression became slightly richer.
The hug only lasted for two or three seconds. When they separated, Meng Chuyuan raised her head and smiled at him: "Have a safe trip."
Maybe what happened just now happened too fast, and Lu Qingye still didn't react.
They were already on their way to the airport. Jiang Yi said a few words to him, but Lu Qingye looked distracted and didn't listen at all.
Jiang Yi glanced at him through the rearview mirror and said with some disgust: "Is your soul at home?"
Lu Qingye: "..."
After he adjusted his condition and remembered what happened a while ago, Lu Qingye asked a lot: "How did the thing I asked you to do last time go?"
Jiang Yi patted his chest reliably: "Don't worry while I do the work."
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Lu Qianling and his school have recently started preparing for the school sports meeting. Currently, each class has counted the number of participants, and will organize square rehearsal training after class.
Lu Qianling's class happened to have a physical education class this afternoon. The students who signed up for the sports meeting used their free time in the physical education class to practice hard. The remaining students who were on the cheerleading team also thought of slogans in advance in private. Only Lu Qianling was idle.
Some classmates saw Lu Qianling standing idle under the shade of a tree, and suddenly walked up to her and talked to her: "Lu Qianling, didn't you sign up for the women's 1,500-meter race? Why don't you go to train?"
Lu Qianling responded calmly: "It's only 1,500 meters. What's there to practice for?"
Every time there was a school sports meeting, Lu Qianling wanted to take leave and leave school, so how could she take the initiative to sign up to participate.
However, the results of their class's school sports meeting last year were a mess. According to their studies, their class was naturally first in the grade, but in terms of sports, they were almost at the bottom of the grade.
That day when registration was being counted, Lu Qianling used this matter to taunt her classmates who didn't like her. As a result, her refusal to register was also brought up.
For this matter, Lu Qianling directly signed up for the women's 1500-meter race on the day of registration. Seeing that she dared to compete so hard, the students who participated in the competition naturally boasted that Haikou would come back with the best.
"That's it? Lu Qianling, do you have no idea about this?"
Lu Qianling's lips curved into a sneer: "When did I pass my physical examination?"
She is not a spoiled young lady.
When I was young, my two brothers at home had the habit of running in the morning and at night, so Lu Qianling was naturally not idle either.
If they weren't so busy at work now, we might see them coming back sweating every morning.
"How many meters is the physical test? I bet you won't even be able to stand up after running 1,500 meters."
Lu Qianling: "Then please open your eyes wide and see if I can stand up."
…
There are still three days until the variety show starts.
Liao Jiake took the initiative to contact Liao Jiayan that day, but she ignored him for several days.
Liao Jiayan saw her message again when she woke up, and finally remembered to reply to her: [I will go]
Last time she got drunk at an outdoor barbecue bar and met Meng Chuyuan by chance. In fact, Liao Jiayan couldn't remember much of what they talked about that night the next day.
But she vaguely remembered what Meng Chuyuan said: her parents only regarded Liao Jiake as a money-making tool.
When he thought of this sentence again, Liao Jiayan's mood was indeed a little different from the past.
Liao Jiake replied almost instantly: [Great, Yanyan, thank you]
Liao Jiayan exited the chat box after watching, and then added Meng Chuyuan's WeChat through the WeChat group chat of the program team. The verification text message directly stated the purpose: [Are you free to have dinner together tonight? 】
About half an hour later, Meng Chuyuan saw the friend application.
Based on the friendship they exchanged stories with each other that night, Meng Chuyuan agreed to the friend request and agreed: [Okay]
Liao Jiayan: [Are you bringing someone with you?]
Meng Chuyuan looked at the message she sent, obviously not understanding it, and slowly put a question mark over it.
Liao Jiayan: [Will your husband come over? I don’t mean anything else, I just want to ask how many people there are so I can reserve the restaurant location in advance]
【Myself】
Meng Chuyuan spent most of his time at home, chatting with his mother-in-law, teaching her how to play cards, etc. Liao Jiayan asked her to go out for dinner tonight, and she happened to want to go out.
In the evening, Meng Chuyuan showed up on time at the restaurant they agreed to meet.
"Am I late?" Meng Chuyuan was a little surprised to see Liao Jiayan already sitting in her seat.
"I arrived early." She lives in a nearby apartment.
After Meng Chuyuan sat down, he took a cup of hot water to warm his hands. It was a rare sight that Liao Jiayan was much more cheerful than on the show. He couldn't help but joked: "Sister Yanyan, you look good recently."
"Have you?" Liao Jiayan was praised by her and held her face shyly. When she inadvertently raised her eyes, she found that Meng Chuyuan had a silk scarf hanging around his neck today. The workmanship seemed to be quite unique.
She stared at it for two or three seconds and said, "Your scarf is very pretty."
I am not a full-time writer! Update I still say the same thing: act within your ability.
Only when you sign a contract can you get exposure and your book be promoted on the platform. Otherwise, no matter how good the story is, it will be buried here. My original intention of writing is to entertain and release stress, and making extra money is the second priority. I started writing when I was a freshman in high school. At that time, I was just full of enthusiasm. I couldn’t finish my homework and had no time to make money. I never thought about it!
It's different now. After I graduated from college, I always have to focus on my career and my interests as a supplement. Of course, if I could get rich by writing articles, I would be willing to code day and night! Let me tell you this, 5 book coins for a thousand-word chapter is equivalent to 5 cents. In front of me, it was 10 book coins for a two-thousand-word chapter. I only got 3 points out of this 1 cent (only for the first platform, other platforms Subscriptions also need to deduct operating fees on the original basis, and use platform bonus coins. The author has 0 income), that is, I can earn 300+ for 10,000+ effective subscriptions.
It’s really hard to make money with this subscription fee. When I meet those users who get free chapters for free, they find all kinds of troubles. This kind of thing can really make me depressed. People left comments to express their anger. After deleting the book, nothing happened, but I was left with PTSD. I became more depressed and often teetered on the edge of giving up and persevering.
Nowadays, there are no full-time benefits for female channels. How much royalties an author can get depends entirely on luck. If you really find a factory to work, you are guaranteed. Time and piecework are more cost-effective than this. So who is willing to throw away the watermelon in his hand just to pick peaches? Anyway, I won't.
