Marry for a long time

Lin Zhifei followed Lei Feng's good example and silently did a good deed, then went home and continued to be a dead house, sitting in front of the computer to check the information and write the outline for the next manga.

Although there is still half a month before the Chinese New Year, it is still early to open a hole, but he has been inspired these days and wants to draw a comic with the theme of basketball hegemony. Pass five hurdles and cut six will win the National College Basketball Championship.

Mu Sen knocked him: Your story is too uneventful, the protagonist has to climb up step by step to attract readers, he was a master from the beginning, not many people are interested.

Tuolazhi: I know, but there are too many basketball comics in which the protagonist is transparent and gradually upgrades. I am afraid of falling into a cliché... and the protagonist has a prototype.

Mu Sen: You are stupid, you can put new wine in old bottles, yes, you can arrange some plots from it. Didn’t you say that the protagonist is a great god, then arrange a small transparent team member, and the protagonist will personally support him. By the way, it’s so beautiful to be ambiguous once in a while~

Lin Zhifei almost spit when he saw the news, he twitched the corners of his mouth and typed slowly.

Tuolazhi: Mumu, I'm showing this to junior high school students, so it's better not to spoil the children.

Mu Sen: Most junior high school students like to watch upgrades and fight monsters. What is your theme? I suggest you modify it. Even if there is a prototype, it is not suitable for the current market demand... Who is the prototype?

Tuo Lazhi: My friend, he is very handsome and cool, and he is guaranteed to attract a lot of people when he draws it.

Mu Sen: It won't be able to attract fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys, but if it is changed to Tanmeiman, if it is handsome and cool, it will probably attract some rotten girls.

Tuo Lazhi: ...Why do you keep pushing me to draw Danmei?

It took Mu Sen a long time to reply to the message.

Mu Sen: I'm ready to change jobs. I handed in my resignation yesterday. Now that the print media is in a downturn, and the wages offered by the magazine are also low. An online comic platform contacted me. The benefits offered are very attractive. Do you want to come with me?I think your contract has almost expired, so don't renew it.

Lin Zhifei was stunned. He signed a contract with the magazine in his senior year. He was excited for a long time and invited his roommates out for a big meal. After so many years, it is impossible to say that he has no relationship with the magazine. The street, but the comics can be seen by more people through this platform, but...Musen has been cultivating him all the time. If he is replaced by a new editor, he has a slow personality, and his grades are on the street. It may not be possible to pass the manuscript, let alone occupy a place on the page.

While frowning and thinking, Mu Sen sent another message: Zhizhi, think about it carefully, and then contact my private number again, I am always there.

Lin Zhifei stared at the chat page, sighed softly, and silently closed the chat box.

He was not in the mood to look up the information anymore, so he simply turned off the computer and sat on the sofa to continue thinking.

Although online comics emerged in the past few years, they have developed rapidly. Various comic apps have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. In addition, everyone is addicted to mobile phones, and it is more convenient to read comics. The momentum of online comics is particularly amazing.

Although the development trend of online comics is good, the threshold for signing contracts is lower than that of paper media, which also means that the competition is more intense. Know the average royalty income and know almost nothing about it.

During dinner, he discussed this issue with his parents. His father suggested that he change to another platform, but his mother held the opposite attitude and thought it was unnecessary to be so troublesome. The two argued at the dinner table, each with their own reasons. Bigger, more indecisive.

He was too unintentional, and listening to other people's suggestions was counterproductive, and he became even more at a loss.

After persuading his parents to stop fighting, he went upstairs and returned to his room. He had just read the magazine for a while when there was a knock on the door. He thought it was his mother coming, so he yelled at the door: "The door is unlocked."

Lu Mintong opened the door and saw Lin Zhifei reading a book on the sofa, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, his dark eyes sparkled with a smile: "Little Lei Feng, do you want to go out and play?"

Lin Zhifei froze for a moment when he heard the familiar voice, raised his eyes to look at Lu Min, his eyes were a little confused, "Brother Tong, why are you here?"

Lu Mintong closed the door casually, walked over and sat on another single sofa next to him, "Come over to the door to say thanks, and thank you, Comrade Lei Feng, for the lunch and biscuits."

As soon as he reminded Lin Zhifei, he remembered what happened at noon. He touched his cheek in embarrassment, and smiled shyly: "It's okay, it's easy to do."

Lu Mintong bent his lips, and asked what he said just now: "Do you want to go out and play for a while?"

Lin Zhifei felt that staying in the room was a bit boring, so he replied without thinking: "Okay."

After speaking, he regained his composure and asked again, "Where are you going to play?"

Lu Mintong smiled slightly: "My home."

"..."

The weather is too cold, and the temperature is low at night. You will get cold everywhere you go. It is really not suitable for travel.

but--

The destination is next door, no matter how he comforts himself, he feels a little depressed, what kind of outing is this.

But after thinking about it, Lu Mintong has been busy all day, and he must not be in good spirits, so it's better not to torment him.

After a while, they arrived at Lu's residence. The old man was still watching the news in the living room. Lin Zhifei left Lu Mintong and moved over, called "Grandpa" and sat next to him to watch TV together.

Lu Mintong went to the kitchen to cut up the fruit, warmed up another cup of milk, and handed it to Lin Zhifei, "Drink to warm your body."

Lin Zhifei took it, raised his face and said with a smile, "Thank you bro."

Old man Lu is not used to drinking milk, and he would wake up at night after drinking it, so Lu Mintong didn't make milk for him, patted the old man on the shoulder, and said softly, "Grandpa, go rest after watching the news."

"No, I have to wait to see the weather forecast." The old man frowned and said in a deep voice, "It's snowing all the time, when will it end?"

Lin Zhifei put the milk cup on the table, walked to the back of the sofa, pushed Lu Mintong to signal him to move, then put his hands on the old man's shoulders, bent his eyes and smiled, "Grandpa, may I give you a massage?"

The old man's face eased a lot, he laughed and said: "Okay, okay, it happens that my shoulders are a little sore. I know, thank you for your hard work."

Lin Zhifei kneaded the old man's shoulders with moderate strength, just right, the old man turned his head and looked at him with a smile, "It's a good technique, have you learned it?"

Lin Zhifei smiled embarrassingly, "Qianqian invited me to go for a massage before, so I secretly memorized some techniques, and I often help my dad massage, my dad said I can become a teacher."

He was both proud and humble, and he couldn't control the corners of his mouth as he suppressed a smile, almost revealing his inner activities.

Lu Mintong glanced at him, secretly thought it was funny, couldn't help stretching out his hands and pinching his ears, and said with a suppressed smile, "It's so powerful, it's awesome."

Lin Zhifei: "..."

The smile on the corner of his mouth faded instantly, the temperature on his cheeks rose rapidly, his fair skin flushed, and he was so ashamed that his hands were so insignificant that he almost hurt the old man.

Lu Mintong smiled even more intensely: "Give me a pinch later, huh?"

Lin Zhifei blushed and said, "Okay."

After reading the weather forecast, the old man went back to the house to rest, stood up and stretched his body, and said with a smile, "It's much more comfortable."

After pressing for so long, Lin Zhifei's hands were a little sore, he moved his fingers quietly, and said with a smile, "Good night, grandpa."

As soon as the old man returned to the house, Lin Zhifei was carried into the room by Lu Mintong.

Lu Mintong looked at his mobile phone half-lying on the bedside like an old man, with his long legs crossed casually, glanced sideways at Lin Zhifei, and said, "Come here and squeeze my brother's thighs."

Lin Zhifei swallowed in disbelief: "...thigh?"

Lu Mintong didn't lift his eyes, his gaze was still on the phone screen, and he typed with both hands: "Yes."

Lin Zhifei hesitated, "Could it be okay to change places?"

"No."

Lin Zhifei was aggrieved for a while, and the phone in his pocket kept ringing again. He sat by the bed and took out his phone to look at it.

The WeChat group became lively again, Shasha asked if Xiaozhier was online, and Lu Mintong replied: He is pinching my legs.

Lin Zhifei was even more aggrieved when he saw this passage, and angrily typed to reply in the group: "I didn't pinch his legs."

When the message alert sounded, Lu Mintong saw the news, raised his eyes and glanced at him meaningfully, this glance immediately scared Lin Zhifei out of courage, honestly put down the phone and acted as Lu Mintong's leg-pinching boy, and pressed his calf with both hands: "I was wrong...I'll pinch it for you right now."

Lu Mintong raised his eyebrows: "Pinch your thighs."

With a bitter face, Lin Zhifei begged, "Can I change to calves?"

Lu Mintong asked back, "Why?"

why?

Lin Zhifei almost didn't bring it up in one breath, he didn't want to pinch his thigh so close to the private place.

The other party wrinkled his face and said nothing, looking unwilling.

Lu Mintong held back his smile, continued to flirt with a stern face on purpose, his eyes were a bit coercive when he was serious, "It's just the thigh, can you pinch it?"

Lin Zhifei was frightened, and slowly put his hand on his thigh with an aggrieved face, muttering in a low voice: "Pinch, pinch, I can't pinch."

Resigned to his fate, he kneaded his thigh, only dared to press the outside of his thigh, and was careful not to take a step beyond.

His eyes trembled a little, and he didn't dare to look above his thighs at all, but secretly prayed in his heart.

Don't be blind...

Lu Mintong put the phone aside, narrowed his eyes calmly, and said, "Auntie said, are you hesitating to change platforms to draw comics?"

Lin Zhifei paused, a little embarrassed: "Why did my mother even tell you this?"

"Tell me what's wrong?" Lu Mintong raised his eyelids and asked with a half-smile, "Afraid I'll laugh at you?"

Lin Zhifei nodded obediently, thought for a while, and said frankly, "I'm afraid you think I don't have an opinion... I can't make up my mind about my career and I still discuss it with my parents."

Lu Mintong laughed, then closed his eyes lazily, and after a long silence, he said inexplicably again: "Change."

"what?"

"I'll make the decision for you, develop on another platform." Lu Min said with a deep voice, "Don't stay in one place all the time."