This is the case with a cartoonist that Shen Jiangling once knew.

He likes to draw since he was a child, and he is quite talented in it, and he has won many awards.

But when the college entrance examination results came out, his family did not agree with him to apply for the Academy of Fine Arts, forcing him to study finance.

Even so, he didn't give up either. During college, he thrifted and studied in classes. Later, he made a little money by drawing comics and contributing websites.

As graduation is approaching, his family hopes that he will find a high-paying and decent job in a first-tier city, and he will also have a face in the future with relatives and friends.

But he wanted to concentrate on drawing comics at home and chasing his dreams.

It's a pity that the family refused to accept it, and even scolded him like a dog, saying that the reason for him to go to college was to make him stand out, not to go home and eat old.

In the end, he had a quarrel with his family. He gritted his teeth and rented a house in another province, and immersed himself in drawing cartoons.

After accumulating book by book, he eventually became famous in the circle, and the money he earned was enough for him to be unrestrained for a lifetime.

The family saw his grades, lived in the house he bought, and spent the money he gave. At this time, he changed his attitude and praised him for his greatness. Fortunately, he insisted on it and didn't listen to the family's words.

In fact, the family’s starting point is good. This kind of freelance work seems easy. You don’t need to report every day from 9 to 5, but the income is not stable.

It is possible to earn hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars from a comic, but then there is no inspiration or a few comics in a row have no chance of turning over again.

There are only a few people at the top of each industry pyramid, and the more people go down, the more people.

There is no shortage of martyrs who have to post it backwards after a few years.

There was once a news report about a young man who wanted to write a book to make money, and finally starved to death in a rented house. It was the neighbor who smelled the bad smell and found out that he was dead.

But neither Shen Jiangling nor the comic book author made a rash decision to enter this line of work.

If that cartoonist had drawn several cartoons and none of them sold, or sold for very little money, he would definitely go out and look for a job.

But the opposite is true.

Shen Jiangling is the same now. He has the experience and experience of the previous life, and he is even more comfortable in drawing cartoons, and he is not worried about starving to death.

After persuading them for a while, seeing that he insisted, they had to give up.

If their own children are so stubborn and their legs are discounted, Shen Jiangling, although they have grown up, can persuade them to do their best.

Shen Jiangling looked at several houses, each with their own advantages and disadvantages.

He wrote it down and planned to go back and think about it.

As a result, I received a call from the dean that night, "I heard that you quit your job and want to rent a house near the orphanage to draw cartoons?"

"right."

"Nonsense! Don't do a good job, just think about it..." On the other end of the phone, the dean's brows were tightly knit together, and his face was full of disapproval.

He trained for a long time, but Shen Jiangling just responded, but was unwilling to change his mind, and finally the dean sighed helplessly, "Forget it, I know you pay attention and can't persuade you, but there are many empty rooms in the orphanage, don't be blind. Money to rent a house, do you hear that when you come back to live?"

"Is this bad?" Shen Jiangling hesitated.

"Why, I think the temple here is too small to accommodate your big Buddha? Or do you think the children in the orphanage are too noisy to disturb your painting?" The dean snorted coldly.

"I didn't mean that." Shen Jiangling was helpless.

"If you don't mean to pack up and come back, don't waste your money looking for a truck to move things. I'll drive you to move things! When are you coming, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, I'll pack up in the morning." Shen Jiangling thought for a moment and said.

"Okay." The dean responded and hung up the phone neatly.

Shen Jiangling sighed, but a smile appeared on his face.

This dean, it really is.

He was obviously worried that he would starve to death or freeze to death if he would not work, have no money to eat, rent a house, but his tone was so strong.

Dead arrogant.

But...it's pretty cute.

Shen Jiangling packed up his things. Except for the pillows and quilts for sleeping at night, everything else was packed in cardboard boxes and sealed with wide tape.

He glanced at his phone, but the editor hadn't replied yet.

Shen Jiangling pursed his lips, go to sleep first, maybe tomorrow will be over.

The next afternoon, the dean staggered over to help Shen Jiangling carry things in his broken van for grocery shopping.

When opening the door, looking at the stubborn and stubborn little old man, Shen Jiangling's nose was sore, and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes.

The little old man was startled by him, and his serious face showed a hint of confusion, but he couldn't do anything to comfort others, so he could only roar fiercely, "How old are you, why are you crying! Prosperous!"

Hearing this, Shen Jiangling burst into tears and laughed.

He sniffed and said coquettishly, "I haven't seen the dean for too long, so I couldn't control my emotions."

"Okay, hurry up and move things, there are a lot of things in the orphanage, I'm busy!" The dean was not used to this sensational atmosphere, goosebumps fell on the ground, he roughly interrupted Shen Jiangling's words, "I want to move Where is the thing?"

Shen Jiangling pointed to his room.

The little old man nodded and went to move things.

The back is quite a bit of a runaway.

The smile on Shen Jiangling's face was a little brighter.

Actually... it's not all bad to come back.

He worked together to move things into the van, and after he set off on the road, the dean began to ramble again, persuading him to look away and find a new job after a while.

The dean knew that he was old and could not shelter Shen Jiangling for long, and hoped that he could stand up by himself.

Shen Jiangling listened without refuting, and occasionally echoed twice.

Unconsciously, the van drove out of the urban area and arrived at the suburbs, and the scenery outside the window changed from high-rise buildings to golden rapeseed flower fields.

Rolling down the car window, a gust of wind blew, and he narrowed his eyes comfortably.

The dean looked at Shen Jiangling's relaxed and freehand profile, feeling a little helpless.

The child Shen Jiangling looked soft, but he was soft on the outside and firm on the inside.