Temporary cohabitation

[Multiple by ten: [Emoji package]]

[Multiple by ten: I'm back]

[Tongguanguan: Ah!Whose wife suddenly appeared! 】

[Tongguanguan: Have you dealt with everything? The people in your hometown didn't make things difficult for you, did they?]

[Multiple by ten: Well, it’s all over, relatives are not too difficult to deal with]

[Multiple by ten: I don’t need to go back in the short term, I’m just getting tired and running out of QAQ]

[Tongguan Pass: Hug Hug Hug Wife [Emoji Package]]

[Tongguanguan: lp have a good rest! I will come back tomorrow to remind the picture [狗头]]

[Multiple ten: I've finished drawing the picture, but it's just for fishing, let's post it on Weibo later]

[Tongguanguan: Good!Shasha]

Cheng Shi leaned against the bed and typed, and finally showed a relaxed smile while chatting with his friends.

The person he was chatting with was not an editor, but a little painter he met on Weibo last year.

At first, Tongguanguan often came over to like his Weibo, and commented on "Fairy Painting" in the tone of a little fan girl. He just thought it was an ordinary little fan.It wasn't until one time I accidentally clicked on her homepage, glimpsed her hundreds of thousands of fans, and accidentally scrolled down to see her works, that I realized that the two had similar interests.

Tongguan Guan is not a professional painter, he paints purely out of interest.She is still in college, and the works on the homepage are almost all fan themes, and she even draws characters from the works she knows.In addition, most of the other cp Cheng Shi she mastered were of the same interest, so it was easy to see familiarity.After interacting with each other and interacting in the comments a few times, it is logical to add WeChat friends.

For more than a year, the two have gotten along very well, not only chatting about painting, but also gradually chatting about trivial matters in life.This time he went back to his hometown to take care of the elder's funeral, and he only told one person in Tongguanguan.

The "picture" she mentioned in the chat is the welfare he promised fans when the previous work was finished, and he would draw some more loving interactions for the two couples in the work.I almost forgot about being busy when I went back to my hometown, and I just rushed out last night.

[@painting's x10: I'm back, post a picture of touching fish [picture] [picture]]

As soon as the Weibo was posted, the feedback in the comment area was overwhelming.

[Gardenia z: woo woo woo multiplied by ten, my superman is so good at drawing, really good at drawing]

[Warm Water Sending: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !Multiply ten teacher yyds!! ]

[Little Baby Egg: Fuck so lustful, let me see which little baby is flooding again Oh, it turned out to be me]

[Tongguanguan: www is finally back, my precious wife! ]

[Don't fall in love: capture ten wife!By the way, capture Guan Guan's wife! ]

[The same goes for me: I don’t care if it’s my wife!Draw your swords, everyone! ]

……

Cheng Shi smiled and flipped through these messages, spending the rare rest time in his daily life.

The overseas website he stayed on was a bit special—the reason why the server was located overseas was largely because it would fail the review in the domestic environment.

The entire website is full of adult-oriented comics, and naturally most of the ones he handles are 18. Forbidden themes.When I first entered the industry, my painting skills were not yet mature enough, so I could only help other teachers to draw lines and clear up the manuscripts. During those days, I was really yellow and panicked. Every day when I opened and closed my eyes, I was naked/naked.

Things have improved a lot in the last three years.He has accumulated a large amount of basic human body skills, and he also has the idea of ​​independent creation, so he no longer has to rely on the pictures of selling meat to attract attention.The emotional scenes in his works are rich and delicate, and the portrayal of psychological changes is also natural and reasonable. The bed scenes are natural, and the combination of meat and vegetables is superb and delicious.

Because of his high-quality works, he has gradually become one of the most popular painters on the website.Fans on Weibo have accumulated 40 million. Some of them followed him from the website, and a considerable number of them read comics because they were attracted by his style of painting on Weibo.

Occasionally, he would send some small pictures of Qingshui updated in the next day's comics, or cryptic pictures of fishing, as fan benefits.It is said that the pictures of touching fish are of high quality, and fans often feel sorry for the heavy workload, and "rub the claws and claws" in the air.Strangely cute.

As night fell, Cheng Shi rubbed his eyes and put down his phone.

The excitement went away in an instant.

Cheng Xiaojun was as quiet in his sleep as he was awake.He lay on his back on the bed, still being overwhelmed by a person's desolation.

He is a sought-after painter on the Internet, but in real life, he has lived alone for many years and has no friends at all.This is also one of the reasons why he draws non-stop every day and spends his time on work——

As long as he stops writing and leaves that colorful world, he will feel lost, as if there is no meaning to live.

Sleepiness never came, and his mind was buzzing.After a while, my eyes are filled with images of my childhood, playing movies on the pale ceiling of the rental house.

When he was busy in his hometown, he didn't feel intense sadness. When he saw the old man being cremated and buried in the grave, he didn't cry bitterly.

I just feel chilly all over.It looks like there is an empty piece somewhere, and the body is leaking air.

When he was a child, his experience was similar to that of Cheng Xiaojun. When his parents went out to work, they encountered a traffic accident and died unexpectedly. He had to be raised at the home of his uncle Cheng Yong.

His cousin Cheng Yu moved out by himself very early, and would only come back for reunion during the Chinese New Year.Cheng Yong's family kept secret about this unfilial son, and occasionally cursed him when he mentioned it.But Cheng Shi could understand his cousin's mood very well.

Every year when he lived in his uncle's house, he wriggled his fingers and wondered when he could leave, and he never slept well.Fortunately, my grandma was still in good health at that time, and she felt sorry for him. From time to time, she would bring some eggs and milk to visit, and subsidized some money to the uncle's family, which was his living expenses.Just like that, I was being slapped every day.

In the third year of high school, he finally realized his wish.

He was less than 17 years old at that time, and the year after year has passed without knowing how since he left home.Now that he has grown up, he will soon have a lot of income, but before he can fulfill his filial piety, he receives the sad news that the relative who loves him the most has passed away.

From now on, there is not even one person in this world who will truly love him without reservation.

Cheng Shi turned over with his arms on his pillow, tucked the corner of the quilt for the sleeping child, closed his eyes, and tears fell silently.Like the conditioned reflex of the body when sad, but the heart is still numb.

Perhaps it was because of this that he took Cheng Xiaojun to his side, wanting to add a care to himself.

There are not many people he cares about.After meeting Ren Mingyao today, it was one less.

The short ten minutes of sitting opposite each other was like a dream.

They didn't even have time to ask each other about their careers, hobbies and current situation.He was probably embarrassed to tell Ren Mingyao what he was doing, but he really wanted to hear what Ren Mingyao had to say.Tell me where he went to college, what he is doing after graduation, whether he has a girlfriend, and when will he get married.

Cheng Shi knew that even if he was given another chance, he would not be able to ask.

But would love to hear from him.

Ren Mingyao left in a hurry, saying that there was something urgent.It may also be because of being spat on, and being embarrassed away without a word.

In any case, he still looks vigorous and energetic, so he should be doing well.

When I was in school, I never procrastinated, and acted decisively and efficiently. Ren Mingyao served as the class monitor almost every school year.Only when he failed in the third year of junior high school, he was still lost for a long time.

Memories, once opened, are hard to close.He really liked Ren Mingyao very much, for a long time.Even if he is always scolded by him as "not worrying" with a cold face, he still likes it very much. Even if he knows that he is too clingy like a tail, he still selfishly wants to follow him all the time.Follow wherever you go.

At that time, Cheng Shi, as long as he thought about Ren Mingyao falling asleep, his dreams were so light that he wanted to fly.

**

There was another patter of rain outside the house.Cheng Shi curled up drowsily, rubbed his painful ankle, and opened his eyes to catch a glimpse of the hazy morning light.

Back in his little home, he should have slept more comfortably, but unfortunately he was still rushing to draft in the early morning, and changed Cheng Xiaojun's diapers twice on the way, and the night was over.

He got up lightly, yawned, looked for rubber bands everywhere, tied up his hair, washed and made breakfast.

Excluding the time of emo at night, he can still be regarded as loving life just for rest.Go to bed early and get up early, cook by myself, like to study recipes and drinks, and also like to clean the room as exercise to decompress.

When he went to the supermarket yesterday, he bought some fresh vegetables and fruits by the way. He checked some information with his mobile phone and made a nutritious meal for the baby first.

There are already a lot of things that a two-year-old child can eat.Eggs, milk, fruits and vegetables are essential, and bread and snacks can also be eaten in moderation, with less seasoning.He did it very carefully, compared to dealing with his own breakfast, he was much more perfunctory. Before the child woke up, he filled his stomach indiscriminately, and then made milk powder while studying.

After Cheng Xiaojun woke up, he didn't cry or make trouble. After drinking the milk powder, he took his hand and went to the bathroom to wash his face and rinse his mouth.

Cheng Shi watched him open his mouth and gulp down the water, revealing his small white teeth.One by one, they are so cute and cute that people can't help laughing, "I forgot to prepare a baby toothbrush for you."

"Shall we go downstairs to buy later? Then think about what to have for lunch."

In response, Cheng Xiaojun gulped down the water.

"..."

Cheng Shi spent a few minutes teaching him how to spit out mouthwash.In the next few days, it took a longer time to teach him not to spit.

He seems to understand spitting as the act of greeting someone.The purpose is good, but the expression is inappropriate.Cheng Shi taught him to wave his hands instead, and he was always at a loss seeing his small hands pawing the air, so he taught him to compare his heart.

Just pinch your thumb and index finger and raise your hand.He learned this movement very quickly, but there was no expression on his white and tender face.

Cheng Shi didn't think it was a big problem.He is just a cute age, and he is cute in everything he does.No one can refuse the hand-to-heart gesture of a human cub, even if it is expressionless, it is also cute in contrast.Contrasting cuteness is also cuteness, at least it won't look rude on any occasion.

He bought baby cream to wipe Cheng Xiaojun's face. A child's face should be as soft and tender as tofu. After a few days of careful care, it will look much better than when it came.After changing the diapers, the red butt also disappeared.

The changes in children are already obvious, and whether they are loved or not can be seen at a glance from their appearance.

His appearance was carved out of the same mold as his father, and Cheng Shi resembled his cousin four to five minutes.Every time I take him to supermarkets and vegetable markets, the neighbors passing by will sigh that they look like a father and son.

Cheng Shi was able to explain at first, but later he felt that there was no need to make more effort, so he let them say.

He lived in Maohua for almost a week, and he tried to talk to Cheng Xiaojun every day.From pointing at the food one by one to teach him "carrot" and "spinach" during meals, to introducing "bus" and "bicycle" to him on the road, to pointing at his nose many times a day at home and teaching him "little uncle". ".

But just like when he was in his hometown, he was always talking to himself, and the child in his arms looked at him with a pair of dark eyes, without giving a single word of response.

Other than that, he's a reassuring kid most of the time.Cheng Shi gradually got used to the busy life of taking care of a child, and felt worried every day.

Children grow at different speeds, and there are great individual differences. He vaguely remembers that he spoke late when he was a child.It would be fine if that was the case, but if there is any congenital problem of dysplasia, it must not be delayed. The later it is discovered, the more problematic it will be.

He does not have a lot of money, but he has a time deposit savings, the amount is not small, and it will take another two months to withdraw it.So I tried my best to improve Cheng Xiaojun's food and increase nutrition. He ate three meals a day on time, with milk powder and supplementary food, and two extra meals in the morning and afternoon.I want to raise my child as healthy as possible, and take him to the hospital to check his physical development after the savings are due.

But he didn't expect that he went to the hospital earlier than expected.

That night, Cheng Xiaojun developed a fever without warning.

Because of their fast metabolism, children usually have a slightly higher body temperature than adults.Cheng Shi didn't notice it at first, and after feeding dinner, he put him on the floor mat to play with himself, and sat at the table to catch up on the drawing, looking back from time to time.

It wasn't until he thought of coaxing him to sleep that he realized that his little face was flushed abnormally.

Cheng Shi himself seldom gets sick. Occasionally, he would go to the clinic to buy some common medicine for a cold and headache. He didn't even have a thermometer at home.

But at this time, he didn't even need a thermometer, as long as he touched it, he was frightened by his hot belly.

"Where is it uncomfortable? Xiaojun, look at me and tell me if the baby is okay?" He asked incoherently while putting on Cheng Xiaojun's coat.

Cheng Xiaojun was so uncomfortable that he kicked his legs and feet, rolled around on the bed but couldn't say a word.

Cheng Shi was burning with anxiety, he really felt the feelings of being a father, and wished he could burn it on himself.

At this time, everything is not important, I just want the child to get better soon.He didn't hesitate, and didn't even dare to go to the small clinic for a hasty consultation, so he directly called a car to go to the city hospital.

**

In the hospital late at night, Ren Mingyao was nagged by his assistant for a long time.

"I came back to the hospital twice in three days, and I was ashamed to see the doctor."

Jiang Lele held the tablet for him, wandering around the infusion area, with a sad face, "I'm so proficient at the hospital, why didn't I see you treat yourself better? After taking care of you like this, when I was asked by Doctor Xiaoyu later, what should I do?" quibble!"

Ren Mingyao was sealed by the infusion needle with one hand, and covered his face with the other hand and yawned sleepily, with burning pain in his stomach, but he couldn't hear it in his tone.

"Speak well, and rhyme with whatever rhyme."

"..."

"If you have the time to complain, you might as well give me the computer."

He hooked his hands and said as usual, "Give it to me, I haven't finished writing yet."

Hold script meetings during the day and stay up late at night to change the script.Every friend in the same industry around him is more or less sick.Cervical spondylosis, frozen shoulder, nervous headaches and stomach problems are all commonplace for screenwriters.

He would often forget to eat when he got into the script, and the little assistant would order food for him when he remembered, and just ate some biscuits to make do when he was busy.Always staying up late and eating irregularly, it's no wonder people don't have problems.

He was warned by the doctor when he came for the physical examination the day before yesterday, and Jiang Lele personally accompanied him to listen to the whole process.Unexpectedly, he came back only one day later, knowing his mistakes and not correcting them, he was unscrupulous, like a good guy who specially made achievements for the hospital.

"I didn't want you to come."

Seeing her holding the computer and backing away vigilantly, Ren Mingyao smiled and gave up the idea of ​​working overtime in the hospital, "I told Song Ziyang to send me."

"Brother Yang stayed up all night yesterday, and he has to catch a plane." Jiang Lele, who was separated from him by a seat, put down the computer and sighed, and said sincerely, "Mr. Ren, why don't you rest for a few months after finishing this drama. Money can never be earned."

It is said that Ren Mingyao's success in his career is due to his talent, luck, and connections. Those who have this and that often ignore how much effort the successful person has put in for it.

She has been Ren Mingyao's assistant for more than two years. Seeing him working more than ten hours a day, those scripts are really spelled out word by word. Every time she persuades him, she just says "everyone else is like this" and let it go.

Others worked hard, but they didn't follow his way of spelling.

"Idle is idle."

Ren Mingyao evaded the important point and said perfunctorily, just about to turn on the mobile phone to read a few messages to pass the time, but she snatched it away again, "...what are you doing?"

"The doctor said you can't do anything, you have to rest." Jiang Lele didn't even let him touch the phone.

Ren Mingyao laughed, "I'm in the hospital in the middle of the night, and I have to stay for another hour or two. Are we just staring at each other?"

"Wow. If you want to talk about something, I'll chat with you." She said kindly, "Oh, by the way, you don't like chatting with people, so listen to me..."

She has a good eloquence, and she speaks vividly when talking about gossip and gossip inside and outside the circle.It attracted a few unlucky people nearby who were also prescribing infusions for family members and friends in the middle of the night to come over curiously, and the whole late-night story meeting.

Ren Mingyao was helplessly surrounded in the middle, and was forced to listen to a lot of gossip that he didn't know was true or false.

He gradually became a little distracted, and was about to close his eyes to get sleepy, when a figure flashed in his peripheral vision, his footsteps were hasty, he staggered eagerly, and continued to run forward.

He froze for a moment, and unconsciously clenched the armrest of the seat under his palm.I don't know what to think of, a shiver, and the sleepiness and exhaustion accumulated for a long time are all awake.

"Help me get the needle out."

"...Ah? Don't move around." Jiang Lele was talking excitedly, but he didn't realize it at first, and then heard him say, "If you can't do it, call the nurse."

"Oh." She thought there was something wrong with the medicine, and hurried to the nurse's station to call for someone.But when he turned his head, Ren Mingyao was no longer on the infusion chair.

"...Teacher Ren?" Jiang Lele couldn't believe it, she actually lost sight of the patient.

The valve of the infusion tube was closed, and the needle was left alone to dry.The audience gathered around just now kindly provided information, "He seems to be chasing someone."

The author has something to say:

Come to Liao!

own wife chasing