i have a fortune pen

Outside the window, the light rain has been falling all day.

Qin Xiu sat on the window sill, smoking a cigarette and blowing on a bottle, thinking about life.

Although it was midsummer, he couldn't feel the heat!
What's the point of my life?
He had been sitting and drinking by the window sill for a day, and the window sill was full of cigarette butts and wine bottles.

Qin Xiu was dumped by his girlfriend!
He loves his girlfriend very much.

In the past five years, in order to please his girlfriend, he has worked desperately to make money, doing odd jobs, setting up street stalls, borrowing usury loans, and selling blood secretly. He has done it all; he has even borrowed money from his relatives and friends. But even so, he still couldn't satisfy his girlfriend's expenses.

In the end, Qin Xiu became a street rat. His relatives and friends were afraid of seeing him, and would even hide away when they heard his name. The unsatisfactory life also affected his work status.

He managed to get fired.

Just when he was down and out, the pockmarked landlord also followed him like a fly, and Qin Xiu hadn't paid the rent for three consecutive months.

The landlord called him dozens of times for three days in a row, but Qin Xiu didn't answer. In desperation, the landlord had no choice but to break into the house.

He was afraid that Qin Xiu would run away, and he was even more afraid that something would happen to Qin Xiu in his house.

As soon as the big-faced landlord entered the house, he found Qin Xiu sitting on the window sill with a cigarette in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. There were cigarette butts and wine bottles all over the floor, as well as a pungent mixed smell.

"Qin, why are you going to die, making the house look like a pig's nest?"

Qin Xiu ignored him, and continued to think about her own life, smoking cigarettes and drinking wine, which made the landlord a bit confused.

Just as the landlord was about to take a step forward, Qin Xiu threw the wine bottle over, making her pockmarked face jump.

"Damn, you're really going to die. Why are you so angry at me? You haven't paid the rent for three months. Are you still reasonable?"

The pockmarked face also lost its temper, and immediately began to curse, but just when he was about to continue the high, Qin Xiu accidentally shook it and almost fell.

This action frightened the pockmarked face directly. He thought Qin Xiu was demonstrating to him. What the hell are you in Bibi? Who dares to rent an extraordinary house?

The pockmarked face was really scared, but when he saw that Qin Xiu was fine, he became active again.

"Fuck you, who are you scaring? You f*cking think you can scare me by jumping off a building. Jump if you have the ability. As long as you don't die, you have to pay the rent. I will give you another three days. After three days, if you If you don’t pay the rent, I will lead someone to throw you down!”

With a big face, he said a harsh word, kicked away the messy things on the ground and left. He could also see that Qin Xiu's current bearish appearance would not lead to any results if he continued to talk to him. It would be better to wait for him to wake up. Come back at one o'clock, so I can be regarded as giving him a step.

Although he also clamored that he would throw it down himself when the time came, it was just to frighten him, if that was the case, he would not have to continue renting out his house.

Not long after the landlord left, Qin Xiu got down from the window sill and sat down at the table.

He is a small designer who has loved drawing since he was a child.

Qin Xiu, who was so drunk, didn't forget to pick up his beloved paintbrush even in his current state. Now his heart is full of emotions, and he has endless words to express.

All the good things from the past came to mind.

Qin Xiu kept drawing in the drawing book, cars, tickets, and houses. If he had these three things, why would his girlfriend still cheat?

There is no need to work endless overtime in the company every day, let alone endure the devastation and ridicule of the landlord with a big face.

"Ding... The Creation Pen was successfully activated!"

"Ding... Congratulations, Master, for obtaining an initial merit value of 1000 points!"

……

Qin Xiu sobered up in an instant, and looked at the familiar paintbrush in her hand with a dazed expression!

what's the situation?
Fortune pen?
Owner?

Merit value?