Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 228
When Qin Xiong ran all the way to the lake, he finally saw a figure sitting by the lake.

Looking at his back and clothes, Qin Xiong knew that this guy must be Jiang Ren.

"The person has been found, don't call the police..." Qin Xiong let out a long breath, and quickly sent Tang Qingya a WeChat message.

"It's been reported... as long as the person is fine, I'll explain, and you comfort him well." Tang Qingya responded quickly after waiting for news.

"It can be regarded as catching up. To be honest, your posthumous writing is really not very good. You haven't explained many things clearly, such as how much the house is worth..." Qin Xiong walked to Jiang Ren's side, pretending to be relaxed said.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Jiang Ren turned his head and smiled wryly, not minding Qin Xiong's teasing.

At the juncture of life and death, those who are willing to abandon everything and come to him are worthy of kindness and gratitude. He remembered this feeling.

"Did you skip it?" Qin Xiong didn't see that Jiang Ren's clothes were all wet until then.

"Well, I didn't know how to swim at first, but now I have completely learned how to swim. The feeling of drowning is really uncomfortable." Jiang Ren.

"...It's fine, it's not a place to chat, come home with me." Qin Xiong didn't blame him too much, and said directly.

"Brother Xiong, do I really have hope?" Jiang Ren murmured without moving.

"If you're alive, you still have hope, but if you're dead, there's really no hope." Qin Xiong said frankly.

"When will I have to wait? I don't want my hard work and struggle to become a tragedy and a joke in the circle, and I don't need others to pity me." Jiang Ren.

"Do you really think you are pitiful? Many people struggle all their lives, and they may not be able to do what they like, let alone live in the way they like. You can live by writing. Although you don't earn much, you don't steal. Rob, dignified and upright, live no more humble than anyone else." Qin Xiong.

Jiang Ren was silent.

"I'm not a god, and I can't persuade you with just a few words. A while ago, I saw a god who wrote 2800 million characters on the Chinese website. The results of the book have not been very good. It has been updated for seven consecutive years. Seven years You have written almost 888 million words, and you have only written [-] million words in five years. In terms of hard work, you are not the only one in the entire Internet literary circle, so how can you predict that you will be the worst in the future?" Qin Xiong.

"Writing so much in seven years? An average of [-] million words per year? How is it possible?" Jiang Ren was shocked when he heard this.

"Why are you lying to me? If you don't believe me, I'll search it for you. You can check the date of the other person's book." After Qin Xiong finished speaking, he opened the app and searched for the other person's book.

After reading it, Jiang Ren was silent again.

"Just ask you, is it good or not? Do you accept it?" Qin Xiong asked.

"Gan is defeated, let's go, go back and change clothes, everyone must still be waiting for you to have dinner?" Jiang Ren finally stood up.

"Okay, by the way, is the lake water delicious?" Qin Xiong asked.

"I only drank a few sips, and I haven't tasted it yet." Jiang Ren also smiled.

"Will you still drink in the future?" Qin Xiong asked.

"People who can swim can't drown..." Jiang Ren.

"Thank you." Qin Xiong chatted with him as they walked.

"It should be me thanking you." Jiang Ren said.

"If you are really impulsive and jump directly from my writer's village, my project will probably fail..." Qin Xiong.

"You are so kind to everyone, and you have been working hard to make this industry better. Even if I commit suicide, I will never drag you down. Please rest assured!" Jiang Ren promised.

"It seems that the death in your heart has not completely dissipated. In fact, you are not as bad as you imagined. I have always believed that diligence and kindness are the basic conditions for ordinary people to counterattack their lives." Qin Xiong.

"Boss, have you ever been in despair?" Jiang Ren asked suddenly.

"I think, when you entered the writer's village, you definitely didn't understand my experience. I also experienced darkness and troughs. Otherwise, how did you think my depression came from? It fell out of thin air?" Qin Xiong was angry. said.

"I didn't expect..." Jiang Ren.

"For almost three years, I couldn't write with peace of mind. I kept taking care of my children at home, and occasionally opened a book, but because of unstable updates, all of them went to the street. In order to relieve the pain, I was also addicted to online games. When I was a baby, I played games every day. At that time, I was just a piece of mud..." Qin Xiong said bluntly.

"Did you think about committing suicide then?" Jiang Ren asked.

"This may be the only advantage of having a family. No matter how miserable your life is, you don't dare to seek death easily. There are too many middle-aged people who are old and young, and there are too many things to fear. They are afraid that their parents will be old and no one will take care of them. Afraid that the child is too young to be bullied..." Qin Xiong said in a deep voice.

"If you didn't have these concerns, wouldn't you still want to die?" Jiang Ren continued to ask.

"If a person has no concern for this society and lacks a reason to love, it is indeed easy to go to extremes. Therefore, I will not blame you. Living is not so easy in the first place, at least it is easier than dying." Qin Xiong.

"Boss, I have a merciless request..." Jiang Ren was a little embarrassed to speak when he said this.

"Although I don't have the chance to fish you out of the lake, we are friends at the end of life. If you have anything to do, just talk about it?" Qin Xiong encouraged.

"You also know that in this world, I have no worries, no friends, let alone relatives. If you think highly of me, can you be my big brother?" Jiang Ren asked expectantly.

Qin Xiong was stunned for a moment, and he never thought that the 28-year-old Jiang Ren would suddenly make such a request.

"If you don't want to, forget it. I'm sorry, I was the one to be bold..." Jiang Ren said in a very disappointed way while Qin Xiong was in a daze.

"Oh, it's not that I look down on you. I don't have brothers and sisters myself. I'm just not used to it. The point is that even if I recognize you as a brother, my parents may not agree? There are too many things involved. But I I assure you that the Writer's Village will always be your home." Qin Xiong said.

"No, you misunderstood. I recognize you as the eldest brother. I don't want to gain any benefits. Besides, we discuss things in our own way, without involving your parents or others." Jiang Ren quickly explained.

"Ha, what am I supposed to be, isn't it Taoyuan's sworn brotherhood?" Qin Xiong heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"No, no, Taoyuan became a sworn brother. That's a person of comparable strength. I don't deserve it at all." Jiang Ren said in fear.

"You just want to be a cheap little brother, no problem, I admit it, and you can talk to me at any time if you have anything in the future." Qin Xiong was also a little speechless.

"Thank you brother, I am very happy today." Jiang Ren finally smiled.

"As long as you are happy, you are not allowed to commit suicide again, at least you are no longer carefree." Qin Xiong urged.

"Don't worry, it won't be. You are not right about one thing. Suicide is not that easy." Jiang Ren laughed.

"Okay, okay, stop talking, go up and change quickly, after changing, let's cook!" Qin Xiong urged.

Seeing Jiang Ren walking upstairs briskly, full of vitality, Qin Xiong sighed heavily.

It would be great if he had a magical ability to make everyone who has trouble writing come here reborn.

It's a pity that it took him a long time to get up, and he doesn't have the ability to turn stones into gold.

(End of this chapter)