Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 292
If we put it in the past, Qin Xiong definitely hoped that there would be more activities in the Writer's Village, but, considering that Tang Qingya was too tired to fall ill recently, the nature of activities was actually quite worrying, and it wasn't all about money.

So, he said: "Recently, everyone is quite busy, and my husband is also suffering from severe depression. If you have a special person responsible for organizing and connecting, and we simply provide a venue, then there is no problem. Otherwise, you have to take it easy."

"Are the siblings also seriously ill? She, who doesn't write books, is actually depressed?" Zhang Wenshan was a little speechless.

"[-] million people with depression, we shouldn't have that many writers, right?" Qin Xiong asked.

"It's not too bad. Of course, the total of full-time workers may be more than [-]." Zhang Wenshan.

"The current market is probably less. Many people write and write, and then suddenly disappear." Qin Xiong.

"Normally, everyone has to live. Except for you, it is getting more and more difficult for everyone to make money, so, this time, are you really not going to take over?" Zhang Wenshan laughed.

"You've said that, how can I not do it?" Qin Xiong asked.

"Okay, then it's settled, when are you free?" Zhang Wenshan.

"When do you plan to come over?" Qin Xiong asked.

"How about the weekend?" Zhang Wenshan asked tentatively.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right now, how many people?" Qin Xiong asked.

"Not many, including the leaders and the members of the Provincial Network Writers Association, there are only a dozen people in total, and three cars." Zhang Wenshan.

"That's okay, we can receive them at any time. I was thinking about the hundreds of people from our Provincial Tennis Association." Qin Xiong was relieved after hearing this.

"I don't dare to organize too much, I'm afraid it will ruin you. By the way, from Jiangcheng, counting the traffic jam time, it is probably noon. Can you arrange accommodation?" Zhang Wenshan.

"Of course, there are twenty houses, some of which are still vacant." Qin Xiong.

"Is there something similar to a homestay with a slightly higher-end decoration? After all, there are two leaders." Zhang Wenshan asked.

"Yes, my family." Qin Xiong.

"I'm serious." Zhang Wenshan.

"I'm not joking. Apart from the master bedroom, there are several secondary bedrooms that have been vacant all the time. With a little bed sheet and quilt cover, it's enough to rest." Qin Xiong.

"Your room is indeed decorated with an artistic atmosphere, okay, then it's settled, see you on the weekend." Zhang Wenshan.

"Wait, is the weekend Saturday or Sunday? I'll ask the person in charge to buy some fruits and hard vegetables in advance." Qin Xiong.

"Since we have to stay an extra night, of course it's Saturday, and many people are also very busy on Monday." Zhang Wenshan.

"The people who came here this time should be full-time writers. Do you have to go to work on Monday?" Qin Xiong asked.

"Even if you don't go to work, many of them have families and need to pick up and drop off their children. You are so happy now, there are a lot of people waiting for you." Zhang Wenshan said enviously.

"Didn't your family hire a nanny?" Qin Xiong asked.

"Please excuse me, besides, my wife is very virtuous, so I don't need it." Zhang Wenshan said with a smile.

"The people who live in the big villas in Jiangcheng cry poorly in front of me every day, do you think I will believe it?" Qin Xiong said contemptuously.

The two of them chatted for a while, and it was basically settled that the Provincial Network Writers Association came to collect the news on Saturday.

Afterwards, Qin Xiong directly skipped over Tang Qingya and gave Tang Xianxian the procurement order and related preparations.

Compared with Tang Qingya's strong sense of responsibility and high standards and strict requirements, Tang Xianxian's temperament is relatively easy-going. In her sister's words, she is lazy as long as she can.

Therefore, Qin Xiong asked her to do more things without any psychological burden, and he was not worried about driving her out of depression or anything.

In a sense, egoists are not easy to get this kind of mental illness.

Sure enough, after Tang Xianxian received the boss's order, she quickly hooked up Jiang Yingrong and Ji Weiyang, and even called Fu Xingchen, a strong laborer, and the four of them happily went out together.

"You don't need to do this..." Tang Qingya immediately expressed her dissatisfaction with Qin Xiong's arrangement.

"I'm the boss. I can use whoever I want. Whoever I want to rest must rest. I want to experience the feeling of a domineering president." Qin Xiong joked.

"Your aura doesn't look like that at all, okay, then I'll pick Yiyi up from school today. Do you want to go to Dad's for dinner tonight?" Tang Qingya asked.

"Your dad or my dad?" Qin Xiong asked.

"My dad..." Tang Qingya.

"Another day." Qin Xiong said.

"Just treat it as being with me, okay? If you don't show up for a long time, my dad would think we've broken up completely." Tang Qingya.

"Do I have any opinion on your father, but if the old man asks, I can't answer anything, wouldn't it be more embarrassing?" Qin Xiong.

"That's right." Tang Qingya said.

"How about this, you help them buy some clothes and nutrition, just say that I'm busy and I can't go..." After Qin Xiong finished speaking, he directly transferred [-] to Tang Qingya.

Tang Qingya hesitated for a moment, thinking that with her limited income, it would be a bit difficult to condolence to the two elders, so she accepted it calmly.

Seeing that Tang Qingya had collected the money, Qin Xiong felt more at ease. After all, they were also Qin Weiyi's grandfather and grandmother. Every time Tang Qingya took her home to play, Tang Hongwei loved her a lot.

In the evening, Qin Xiong suddenly saw someone in the group of gods collecting donations. He climbed the stairs and looked up, only to find that a well-known writer had unexpectedly passed away—sudden death.

In the past, Qin Xiong was just a street-smart person who knew very little about the affairs in the circle, but now, every once in a while, he could always see similar bad news.

Some are Internet writers, some are well-known editors, and some are website managers. The passing of every life gives him a clearer understanding of the world.

Life is so cruel sometimes, life and death is a topic that no one can escape, especially after middle age, if you are a little more sensitive, you can feel that death is approaching every day.

Today, Qin Xiong is gaining more and more things, such as wealth, dignity, and status. At the same time, he is losing the most precious health and time every day.

He went to the bathroom and tried to find the frown on his face in the bright mirror, but unfortunately none of the frowns were very obvious.

But he suddenly discovered that the white hair on his head had increased unknowingly.

Many times, he always feels that life is actually quite tiring, but he doesn't quite understand why it is tiring.

Whenever this happened, he would go to the terrace on the roof, raise his eyes and enjoy the scenery of Dazhou Lake alone.

Looking at the water birds playing on the lake, he could feel the simplicity and happiness of these little animals.

The source of human suffering may come from these illusory and never-ending thoughts and thoughts.

Once it is simple and pure, go to play in the water and fly like a wild bird, and happiness will follow.

However, at this moment, he also saw an eagle hovering over the wetland park, trying to find a suitable prey...

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