Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 206 Fighting For The Dream

It was not easy for Qin Xiong to enter the state before, but as he made more and more money by coding, he would be very happy every time he coded, and all he got was positive feedback. Therefore, it became easier and easier for him to enter that " The code word state of "things and I forget".

After writing two chapters in one breath, when I went to the bathroom, the living room was completely quiet.

After all, at night, Tang Hongwei and Sun Hongmei had already gone home first, accompanied by their youngest daughter Tang Xianxian.

Afraid of disturbing Qin Xiong, Tang Qingya took her daughter to play downstairs.

"Your takeaway has already arrived, and I'll heat it up in the pot for you..." When Tang Qingya knew what he was typing, she was most afraid of being interrupted, so she didn't bother him at that time.

"Okay, I don't seem to be so hungry now." Qin Xiong smiled.

"Eat on time even if you're not hungry, it's not good for your health." Tang Qingya cared.

"Understood, let's go." Qin Xiong nodded.

When he came out after eating the takeaway, Qin Weiyi had already fallen asleep on the sofa, only Tang Qingya was quietly by her side.

"Why don't you just stay here today, it's tiring to toss the child back and forth." Qin Xiong said.

"I didn't intend to leave at all... What's going on with you and my sister?" Tang Qingya asked casually.

"Innocent, nothing happened, but I didn't want to get up, she insisted on pulling me up, and then accidentally fell on her..." Qin Xiong said frankly.

"Is it such a coincidence? There's no intentional element at all?" Tang Qingya asked.

Qin Xiong glanced at her, and said with a cold face: "Why do you all have the same virtues in your family? The old ones leave and the young ones come. Is it interesting to keep finding fault like this? If you don't believe me, you can ask Tang Xianxian directly." !"

"She really appreciates you...Even if we can't remarry in the end, no matter who you are with, don't be with her. It will be too bad to hear..." Tang Qingya warned.

"Unless I'm out of my mind, instead of picking on my daughter, I'm picking on my mother-in-law. How wonderful is your mother? Do I think my life is not long enough?" Qin Xiong complained.

"Who knows, I'm afraid that someone's brain will suddenly twitch..." Tang Qingya.

Qin Xiong sized her up for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, and said, "Okay, that's fine, now you're not only jealous of female writers, but also jealous of your own sister, if you knew this, why did you do it in the first place?"

"It's as if I have to remarry with you, so little!" Tang Qingya was a little dissatisfied.

"Each each other!" Qin Xiong said.

"I'd better go back to the city, the child is left to you, I will take the car away!" Tang Qingya said directly, a little displeased.

"Where's Rongrong?" Qin Xiong just remembered that she was still there during dinner.

"She and Ji Weiyang's sister hit it off quite well, and they are almost becoming best friends, and they should be coding together in Building 2 right now." Tang Qingya.

"Really? It was so difficult to open a book, but now you can still spell with the potential writer we have selected?" Qin Xiong was also a little surprised.

"You have created such a good environment and atmosphere now. She has always been yearning for this line of work, so she naturally plunged into it. I guess you have to find someone to take charge of the logistics of the writer's village." Tang Qingya laughed.

"It's okay, she really has to have this talent and perseverance, and I support her. The logistics problem is not a big one, the key is the baby's problem. When the school starts, who will be in charge of picking her up." Qin Xiong said with a headache.

"Don't worry, if you can't get up in the morning, Xianxian and I can also pick you up, and Rongrong can do the same. You are the boss, so we are a little more relaxed in terms of time. It is very convenient for everyone to take turns." Tang Qingya.

"It's okay, I've been in a better state recently, and I don't want to adjust my biological clock casually." Qin Xiong smiled.

"Your body is still very important, and you must keep healthy. Anyway, you are now the director of the writer's village, and your personal image is also very important," Tang Qingya reminded.

"This time I went to the meeting of the Provincial Internet Writers Association, and I saw a lot of slovenly bosses. I feel that they are the ones who live a pure life, and their realm is much higher than mine." Qin Xiong.

"You're different. You're an idol writer, and you're good looking. You're not only hurting your own image, but also your money. Some female readers like to read words written by handsome male writers." Tang Qingya.

"Well, I'm not an idol, but you made me an idol." Qin Xiong said.

Perhaps it was because the two of them chatted comfortably again, Tang Qingya finally took the child away again, wanting to give Qin Xiong more time to think freely.

Although she doesn't write books, she has recently seen many online writers painstakingly writing manuscripts, with haggard looks and haggard faces, and gradually understands Qin Xiong's hard work.

Writing is a kind of creation, and it is also a kind of high-end mental work. Although in most cases, it seems that there are not many words written in a day, but the amount of thinking in the brain is quite amazing and very hard.

As a result, some people turned gray, some became bald, some became white and bald, but they did not become stronger.

Creative work is sometimes so cruel. Before making achievements, all efforts are almost equal to zero, and not much social value can be created, and sometimes it even becomes a burden on society accidentally.

But once a classic or immortal work is created, it can influence and inspire countless people, even an entire generation, such as "Ordinary World".

Another example is "Alive", which makes countless young people start to think and pursue the meaning of living.

Perhaps, in the end, we still haven't found the meaning of living, but this process of pursuing and trying is also a beautiful life, a life of struggle, and a life that is memorable.

After all, life is so precious, so precious that no matter how you spend your life in the end, you will have some regrets.

Seeing Tang Qingya driving a red BMW gradually disappearing into the night, Qin Xiong turned around and went up to No. 1 Writer's Building.

As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Jiang Yingrong sitting in the open code room, as if waiting for him.

"Cousin-in-law..."

"Let's talk about something, we are not outsiders anymore." Qin Xiong said.

"I want to start coding as soon as possible like other resident writers in the village, and strive to be a full-time writer." Jiang Yingrong said with firm eyes.

"Have you written the beginning?" Qin Xiong asked.

"En." Jiang Yingrong nodded.

"Have you signed the contract?" Qin Xiong asked again.

"Not yet." Jiang Yingrong said awkwardly.

"It's not that I made things difficult for you on purpose. I just think that after you sign the contract, you can consider full-time work. Now you can continue to help me with some things and save more living expenses..." Qin Xiong.

"In the past six months, I have saved a lot of living expenses. If I don't buy a house, it will be enough to live alone for a long time, so I have the courage to fight for my dream." Jiang Yingrong explained.

"Okay, about your matter, Xiaoya has already talked with me just now, since you have already made up your mind, choose a room by yourself in Building 1, I hope your dream will come true soon." Qin Xiong encouraged.

"Okay, thank you cousin-in-law. When I'm free, I'll take care of Yiyi. She's very cute, and I like her very much. I won't let her make trouble for you." Jiang Yingrong happily promised.

"It's okay, come on!" Qin Xiong said.

"I will!" Jiang Yingrong responded excitedly.

Seeing Jiang Yingrong leaving happily, Qin Xiong sighed softly, hoping that she could break through the first hurdle - the signing hurdle - as soon as possible.

However, even if you pass this level, if you want to really make money by writing, you may still need to pass five levels and kill six generals...

(End of this chapter)