Marry for a long time

Guo Han has been having a rough time.

Although there are no major disasters, there are always ups and downs and setbacks. I have never had what I want, but there are a lot of things that don’t go my way. The backlog is boundless and bottomless despair, without any hope.

When she was in college, she wrote novels on and off for four years. Until she graduated, she was still a little transparent at the bottom. Family and financial pressures did not allow her to stick to her hobbies. The husband she married was an ordinary office worker with no wealth. , repaying the mortgage and car loan every month, and the huge expenses of the children, all weigh heavily on the shoulders, and I can't breathe almost every day.

Guo Han took a sip of coffee, the bitter taste of the coffee spread in his mouth, it seemed to flow to his limbs and melt into his blood, he couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Rui Rui's father couldn't even come over to accompany him, for a little salary, he started a long time ago I’m at work, and I only have a little time every night to call to ask about the child’s situation.”

Lin Zhifei lowered his head and stirred the coffee, hiding his serious eyes. He didn't know how to comfort her, and he didn't know what to do to make her happier.

There were not many customers in the coffee shop in the early morning. The warm sunlight hit the glass, and the light was refracted, creating a halo on the clean table.

Lin Zhifei stared at the circle of light, and after much deliberation, there was only one weak comforting sentence: "Everything will be fine."

"Did I complain too much?" Guo Han suddenly realized that she was talking about a lot of troubles. She looked up at Lin Zhifei and smiled. How did you meet your boyfriend?"

Lin Zhifei was still a little depressed, and continued to stir the coffee: "He is my neighbor."

"That's great." Guo Han smiled again. It seemed a little strange that he hadn't contacted for a long time, and the topic of the conversation also seemed to have been seen for a long time, "Are you still drawing manga?"

Lin Zhifei nodded: "Still drawing."

"How's it going?" Guo Han asked, "Have you made any progress?"

"Still the same...but I think I've improved a little bit."

Guo Han's expression suddenly became subtle, and he was silent for a long time before he sighed and said: "In fact, I re-wrote novels in the second half of last year. I started writing every day after work and finishing the housework. I wondered if I could rely on this book to make a comeback. I wanted to do it full-time. I also take better care of Ruirui... However, the results are still unsatisfactory as always, not many people read them, and earn less, but there are still stolen articles... I want to beg them not to steal from me, this is all my hard-earned money. ..."

As she spoke, her voice suddenly choked up, Lin Zhifei quickly handed her a tissue, she wiped the red corners of her eyes, the unsatisfactory life had completely defeated her, she lived like a humble beggar.

Lin Zhifei felt that any words were pale at the moment. He pouted his lips and said softly: "Don't be pessimistic... Maybe you will be fine if you stick to it. You can't say for sure. Don't deny the future."

Guo Han blurted out: "Then what about the achievements you have made for so many years?"

Lin Zhifei's face froze.

Guo Han suddenly realized that she said the wrong thing, she squeezed the tissue, her face was a little embarrassed: "Well, I—"

"There are results." Lin Zhifei's expression eased, and he bent his eyes and smiled, "The goal I set for myself last time was to have more than two readers of the magazine say that my comics are good, and it has been achieved."

He looked at Guo Han who was still in a state of embarrassment, and then said: "Although the goal is small, it is easy to achieve it because it is small, and it can give me confidence. If the goal is too big, like I used to think about drawing a book. If you become famous, you are more likely to suffer blows and affect your mood." He paused, and his smile deepened, "Maybe you may think that others have achieved success easily, but they may have put a lot of hard work behind it, and it may be talent, but people It’s different from people, I have to recognize myself, I just don’t have talent, so I should calm down and take one step at a time, no matter what happens in the future, the most important thing now is to focus on the present.”

Lin Zhifei picked up his cup and sipped his coffee, and looked at Guo Han with a smile, "Let's try it out, he's still young anyway."

Guo Han's face was a little loose, and he also picked up the coffee and sighed: "I'm not young anymore."

"Your skin is getting worse." Lin Zhifei looked it over and said with a smile, "No matter how busy or tired you are, you should take some time to take care of it. Seeing yourself looking beautiful will improve your mood."

The atmosphere was not as tense as before, and Lin Zhifei also relaxed a lot. While chatting, Lu Mintong called and said they were in the hospital, and asked where they were.

Lin Zhifei hurriedly stood up to pay the bill: "He's here, let's go there."

Lu Mintong was standing at the entrance of the hospital, wearing a slim coat with his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless.

The warm sunlight shone on his body, making his temperament much softer.

People entering the hospital kept looking sideways at him, Lu Mintong frowned impatiently, and called Lin Zhifei again, his panting voice sounded from the other end of the call, as if he was running: "Here we are, come right away, hey , I seem to see you!"

Lin Zhifei hung up the phone, ran towards the person at the door, and was still panting after standing still: "Brother."

Lu Mintong patted him on the back to comfort him, and asked, "Why are you alone?"

"Guo Han is behind, I'm afraid you'll run over if you're in a hurry." Lin Zhifei glanced around, gently avoided Lu Mintong's hand, and whispered, "Why are you all looking at us, don't shoot... Brother, have you been waiting long?"

"It didn't take long." Lu Mintong withdrew his hand obediently, looked down at him, smiled lowly, and asked, "Shall we go shopping directly later?"

Lin Zhifei bent his eyes and smiled: "Okay."

When Guo Han came over, he introduced him to Ruirui and went to see Ruirui in the ward. After Lu Mintong asked about the situation, he learned that the pneumonia was caused by a bacterial infection. He bent down and observed Ruirui's pupils and breathing, because it was a visit When he came here, he was not in his own hospital, and he couldn’t get an accurate examination. He only relied on the symptoms described by Guo Han. He stood up straight, turned to look at Guo Han, and said: “As long as bacterial infections are treated in time, they will respond well and have a good prognosis. There is no need to worry about relapse, he needs to be taken care of now, keep the indoor air circulation and control the temperature and humidity, pay attention to nasal congestion and fever, and turn him over and pat his back frequently."

Lu Mintong looked at Ruirui who was lying on the hospital bed again, and lowered his voice: "Of course these attending doctors will tell you, the main thing is your mentality. Don't worry too much. You have to trust the hospital and the doctor."

After bidding farewell to Guo Han, Lin Zhifei and Lu Min came out of the hospital and went directly to the nearby scenic spots by car.

Lin Zhifei stared at Lu Mintong with a smile, Lu Mintong frowned under his stare, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and said, "Don't smirk at me."

There was disgust in his tone.

But Lin Zhifei didn't mind at all, and still praised with a smile: "Brother, you are so handsome. Last time I saw you wearing a white coat in the hospital, you were very handsome and good-looking. You are so suitable to be a doctor!"

Lu Mintong didn't appreciate it, let go and looked at him: "What do you say?"

"I want to say it." Lin Zhifei's eyes were bright as if hiding a pool of stars, and he automatically ignored the driver in the driver's seat emotionally, and continued to praise: "Although you are very confident in yourself, I want you to be more confident."

... There is never a time for frustration and self-denial.

He looked at Lu Mintong and said softly, "I will always be your fan."

Lu Mintong raised his eyebrows: "Fans?"

Lin Zhifei nodded heavily.

"Then I'll eat you another day." Lu Min said calmly, "Be like an ant climbing a tree."

Lin Zhifei: "..."

what.

He thought for a while and changed his words: "Then I'm not a fan anymore, I'm your fanboy."

Lu Mintong frowned, apparently not understanding the internet terminology: "My brother?"

Seeing that Lu Mintong finally had something he didn't understand, Lin Zhifei triumphantly explained, "He's the younger brother of the idiot."

Lu Mintong: "?"

His eyes became subtle, and he asked meaningfully: "Oh?"

Lin Zhifei was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the sentence just now was ambiguous. He blushed instantly, and hurriedly explained: "It's not the meaning you understand! It's just... fanboys and girls. I mean fan." He choked for a moment, and added, "Not the kind of fan who cooks!"

After speaking, he couldn't help but touch his forehead.

Who would have imagined that in the 21st century, it would be necessary to explain what it means that one fan is not another.

Lu Min Tong Zhanchong seldom touches the Internet, so he shouldn't be ignorant of this kind of basics. He should be playing tricks on him again, what a bad idea.

When you arrive at your destination, get off the car and walk a short distance to the scenic spot.

There are many tourists on the road, and most of them come here to admire this quaint and historic street. The street has a nice name, Lingjun Street. Although it has been commercialized in recent years, it still retains its unique scenery and Taste.

Lu Mintong raised his eyes and scanned his surroundings. Most of the shops on both sides of the street sold local delicacies and souvenirs. The smell of food and the sound of tourists filled this small street. He was not very interested. Gougou fingers: "Little fan, come here."

Lin Zhifei's ears burned red again in an instant. Ever since he realized its derived meaning, he could no longer look directly at the word "my brother", so he turned his face slightly away from Lu Mintong, and said embarrassingly, "Don't call me that."

Although she said so, she still approached him obediently and walked side by side with him.

Lu Mintong raised his lips, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his shoulders without saying a word. His posture was intimate and natural. He lowered his head, slightly moved his lips close to Lin Zhifei's ear, and whispered, "I'll take a hundred photos of you later, sir. Not even one."