"So far?"

"Yeah." She usually takes an hour to get here.

Duan Zhuo said a few words to the two boys, picked up the car keys on the table, and said to her: "I'll take you back."

Duan Zhuo got on the motorcycle parked by the road and gave her the helmet.

She got into his car in a daze.

Finally, when she returned to the house she rented, there were several middle-aged people drinking at the entrance of the courtyard. Duan Zhuo saw that she was afraid and sent her to the door where she lived.

She opened the door and saw that there was only one bed in the room, the cement walls of the cement floor were extremely simple and dilapidated, and the smell of mold.

Zhimian thanked him, Duan Zhuo frowned slightly, "Are you just living here alone?"

"Um……"

"Those relatives don't want you anymore?"

She lowered her head, "I don't want to live with them anymore."

The boy didn't say anything anymore. She was about to walk in when she heard him calling her: "Children--"

She turned her head.

He put his hands in his pocket, looked at her black Jingjing's eyes, and said lazily: "Otherwise, you go back with me."

Zhimian was stunned.

"It's too dangerous for you, a girl, to live in my house for a while." Duan Zhuo patted her head, bent down to look at her, and raised her lips, "How about it, think about whether to go home with your brother?"

...

Later, Zhimian was raised by him until now, and he turned from a sister to a girlfriend. So in her heart, he was not only a boyfriend, but also a benefactor.

But it is also like the moon around the sky.

As if it's always out of reach-

On the first day of the New Year’s Day holiday, Zhimian drew a manuscript at home.

In the afternoon, after finishing the drawing, she sent the manuscript to Youyou and said Happy New Year.

Youyou happened to have time, so she came back soon, chatted with her for a few words and asked: [You have been in the studio for almost a year. How is this year?]

Zhimian thought for a while and said: [I learned a lot, and you and Teacher VK have given me a lot of help.]

Youyou feels that Zhimian learns things faster than others, and is also very talented in this regard. [Why don’t you study in art major in college?]

Why didn't you read it?

In fact, she really wants to read it, but studying art is very expensive and the road is very narrow.

From junior high school to college, her tuition fees were basically paid by Duan Zhuo. She was really embarrassed to ask him to pay her to learn painting at that time.

So she thought she could study first and then draw in her spare time. She was still hesitating at the time, not knowing whether she was suitable for this path.

After listening to what she said, Youyou asked: [Then you didn’t consider being the chief editor?]

Zhimian was shocked when he saw this.

Youyou said that Lehua Comics, the largest comic website in the country, has recently launched an event to promote new people and new works. If the work is selected, it can be serialized on their official website. If it is popular, it can be published in a book.

Youyou: [I have been drawing comics for almost ten years and have also brought many people. If you continue to be my assistant, I will be particularly worried, but I think being this little assistant will bury you. Your strength is not only so, please think carefully.]

Be the chief writer yourself...

It means she will have her own comics.

Zhimian thought about it before, but he just thought that he was still far from this step. Now someone told her that she could try it out by herself.

These words were like a stone throwing into Zhimian’s heart lake, stirring up a splash of water.

Her heart was hot and she felt a place burning, crackling and sparks were crackling.

One afternoon, Zhimian was thinking about this matter. It was almost evening when she heard the sound of the garage.

It must be Duan Zhuo who came back from outside.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the door of the tea room was opened.

The man came in with a slightly cold wind dust, his eyes fell on the little one, curling his lips lightly, "It's just here."

Duan Zhuo walked to her and sat down. Zhimian noticed the box he was holding: "What is this?"

"For you."

He threw it into her arms.

She opened the box in confusion and saw a pack of tea inside.

"What kind of tea?"

"Don't you know if you take a soak?"

Zhimian stood up immediately.

This tea room was specially prepared for her. It is decorated with Chinese classical style. Outside the entire movable glass floor-to-ceiling window, the bamboo forest in the backyard was still dizzy with thick green. Zhimian sat down in the tea table cross-legged and took out the tea set to clean it.

The man sat lazily, looking at her and smiling, "Do you like drinking tea so much?"

Zhimian smiled when he heard this: "My mother was a tea taster in the past. I often drink tea with her, so naturally I liked it."

Zhimian brewed a pot, and when he smelled the special tea fragrance, his eyes lit up:

"Is this Yui Liuxiang?"

"Um?"

Yujing Liuxiang is a type of Wuyi rock tea. Although it is not a high-quality rare variety, Zhimian likes it the most and her mother's favorite tea. She drank it most frequently when she was a child. Duan Zhuo's uncle also likes to drink tea. Duan Zhuo took her to his uncle's tea room before, and there were many precious teas in it, but Yujing Liuxiang was not.

This tea is not difficult to buy on the market, but if you want to buy a good variety, you have to worry about it.

Zhimian happily soaked a pot and sat next to Duan Zhuo.

"Do you try it?"

Duan Zhuo didn't like tea, so he put it down after drinking a cup. He looked at the girl Bai Ruolingzhi's side face, and then pulled her to circle.

"Why did you buy this one suddenly?" she asked.

He rubbed the back of her neck, "Just as if you like to drink, just pretend I didn't accompany you last night, and I will give you compensation."

Zhimian was slightly stunned.

Every time he didn't make an appointment or didn't have time to accompany her, he would always buy her some gifts to calm her mood.

I don’t know if it’s considered intentional or too lazy to deal with it.

Seeing Zhimian finish drinking a pot of tea, Duan Zhuo got up to take a shower. After he left, Zhimian was about to make a second pot when he suddenly heard a ringtone in his cell phone.

She turned around and saw Duan Zhuo's cell phone falling on the sofa.

The top of the head shows "Doctor Shu"—

This is the Shu Feng I saw at the last celebration banquet?

She took her cell phone, went upstairs, returned to the bedroom, and heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

She knocked, "Duan Zhuo, phone."

"Who?"

After she said her name, he said, "You take it and ask what's the matter."

Then Zhimian picked up, and before he could speak, a gentle and charming female voice came from the other end: "Duan Zhuo, when will you come to the club today? You walked so fast last night, and I haven't even given you the New Year's gift."
Chapter completed!