Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 261 The Choice of Fame and Fortune

"Since what you said is so complicated, then I'd better toss myself up first. If we can win a big prize like Chairman Zhang Wenshan, then no matter what we do here, it will be easier." Qin Xiong.

"You have to be strong to make an iron, that's what I'm talking about. If you become a bigwig in the Internet literature circle, maybe one day, if you don't mention it yourself, someone will set up a special award for you." Leng Qiuhan laughed road.

"I'm poor, aren't I? If I really wanted that ability and strength, I would have taken off a long time ago. I wouldn't have been a husband at home for three years, and my whole person would almost be crippled." Qin Xiong.

"Some people are born late, and late maturers are generally late maturers. Everyone has their own growth rhythm, so there is no need to be too entangled." Leng Qiuhan comforted.

"Well, the reason is clear, but if we can only live to be sixty years old, we will have less than thirty years left. There is not much time left for us to do and be able to do." Qin Xiong said.

"Damn, thirty years is a lot, isn't it?" Leng Qiuhan replied.

"Excluding half of the sleeping time, there are only 15 years left. Those of us who have irregular schedules may sleep longer. Putting aside the time for eating, sickness and various preparations, ten years is not bad. Ten years, a total of only about 3650 days..." Qin Xiong.

"If you do the calculations like this, I feel like I'm going to be buried in the ground tomorrow. A sense of oppression suddenly hits my face." Leng Qiu said coldly.

"At first I thought I was quite young, but now I'm a little stressed." Ji Weiyang, who had been helping them refill their tea, couldn't help but said.

"By the way, this doesn't include the time for us to rest and drink tea." Qin Xiong added.

"I'm going home, chatting with you, it's poisonous, don't turn around and be taken into the second courtyard by you, I don't want to be your neighbor." Leng Qiuhan complained.

"No, you were quite normal last time." Qin Xiong smiled.

The two chatted for a while, the tea and moon rewards were enough, and it was time to shake hands and say goodbye.

Leng Qiuhan wanted to go home, but Qin Xiong didn't force him to stay, after he drove away, only Ji Weiyang was left on the roof.

"Isn't it stressful? Why are you still here?" Qin Xiong asked after going upstairs again.

"If people live only for the result, then the result of each of us is the same. From birth to death, only the process can prove that we have all truly lived." Ji Weiyang said.

"Yeah, I've always felt the same way. Although most of the time we do things are result-oriented, but what really makes us live solidly is that every process, whether it's ordinary or brilliant, is life." Qin male.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight." Ji Weiyang said with emotion.

"That's right, the moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival is the most beautiful. There are many ancient poets who used the moon as the theme to write famous lines through the ages." Qin Xiong.

"Why don't you come to a song too?" Ji Weiyang encouraged with a faint smile.

"No, no, I can't hold back a word with my talent." Qin Xiong refused.

"Try it, you can do it." Ji Weiyang.

"Okay, let's lower the requirements, it's not impossible to make a whole song... Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is round, and the moon is round, and people are even rounder. Falling in the middle of the lake, it's a big plate!" Qin Xiong chanted pretendingly.

"Pfft..." Ji Weiyang burst into laughter, and said: "It's not bad, vulgarity is elegance, ordinary people really don't have this talent."

"It's a must. With my daily output of [-] characters, it may be difficult to write five unique and seven unique poems, but it is absolutely no problem to pour water into poems." Qin Xiong also laughed.

While chatting, Qin Xiong's cell phone trembled slightly: "Is it very happy to chat with a beautiful woman? The whole village can hear your laughter..."

"If you want to be jealous, just come up and stare, I don't mind." Qin Xiong replied.

"I don't mind. Yiyi refuses to leave tonight and wants to stay in the writer's village to sleep together. When will you come down to accompany her?" Tang Qingya asked.

"Immediately!" The daughter is also the softest part of Qin Xiong's heart, thinking that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qin Xiong and Ji Weiyang said a few words, and hurried downstairs.

Seeing Qin Xiong's leaving back, Ji Weiyang sighed softly, the moonlight was not so beautiful in an instant.

She had no choice but to go back to her room in silence.

Only then did she realize that there was still a bouquet of flowers in the room. Without asking, she knew it must be from Fu Xingchen.

Flowers are beautiful, but it is difficult for the sender to enter her heart.

She hesitated again and again, but decided to put the flowers in the bottle.

"Little cutie, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet?" Seeing Qin Weiyi who was waiting on the big bed, Qin Xiong asked softly.

"Father, do you not love me and mother anymore?" Qin Weiyi looked at him and asked suddenly.

These words directly startled Tang Qingya who was lying beside her and sat up.

"No, why do you think so?" Qin Xiong asked calmly although he was not shocked.

"You used to like to accompany me and mother the most, but now you are always very busy, sometimes you are not too busy, and you don't want to accompany us." Qin Weiyi said aggrievedly.

"I'm sorry, Dad is really busy recently, so I ignored your feelings, and I will spend more time with you and... Mom in the future." Qin Xiong said.

Tang Qingya gave him a blank look, apparently thinking that he was chatting with Ji Weiyang on the roof when he was clearly free just now.

"You must count what you say, pull the hook, don't deceive children..." Qin Weiyi stretched out her white and tender carrot fingers.

Qin Xiong hooked up with her, and played all kinds of small games with her with 12% patience, until [-] o'clock, and finally put her to sleep.

Afterwards, he glanced at Tang Qingya who was lying on the bed safely.

"Are we sure we want to sleep in the same bed tonight?" Qin Xiong asked carefully.

"The bed is huge!" Tang Qingya said with a bit of resentment.

"Understood." After Qin Xiong finished speaking, he went to take a bath.

When he returned to the bed, he found that not only the little girl was fast asleep, but Tang Qingya was also asleep.

Thinking about this day, she and Tang Xianxian have been working hard for the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala in the Writer's Village, which is really not easy.

Qin Xiong didn't bother her anymore.

A good night's dream.

After dawn, Qin Weiyi saw his parents sleeping on his left and right sides, and immediately felt a sense of happiness and security.

When Jiang Yingrong took the child to the city to play, Qin Xiong returned to the study and started his own creation.

Before he knew it, the old book had reached [-] million words. If he wanted to stabilize the quality of the book, the further he wrote it, the more cautious he needed to be.

At this time, he felt that he also needed to start making choices.

Or, with the help of the current popularity of this book, continue to write, collect a wave of bad money, write tens of millions of words, and the income is estimated to be quite large.

Or, start to think about the issue of ending, at the right time, end appropriately, and contribute a high-quality semi-divine work to all book lovers.

The former will make the number in his bank card continue to increase.

The latter will win the reputation of more high-quality readers, but at the same time, the income may drop sharply.

If there is no major breakthrough in his new book in the future, this book is likely to be the pinnacle of his life, and it may also be the most profitable work he has written. If you miss it, you will miss it forever.

At this time, he had to choose between money and fame.

(End of this chapter)