520 Picking up garbage and marrying into a wealthy family

After an unexpected intimacy.

Because someone has some bad thoughts and needs to calm down.

Because of the other party's shyness, you also need to stay calm.

Therefore, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

But it's not embarrassing.

The two walked on the road covered with silver light, and the years were peaceful.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Maybe he calmed down and adjusted his state.

The Gu Lingyan who was full of, well, you could say, pheromones just now, has returned to his normal state, the gentleman Gu Lingyan that Xiang Huanian is familiar with.

"planning?"

Xiang Huanian didn’t quite understand what Gu Lingyan meant.

Are you talking about the relationship between them?

Or something else?

Intimate big brother?

"I'm asking, what do you plan to do in the future? You're still young, and you still have a long life ahead of you. Have you thought about any dreams you want to realize?"

Gu Lingyan was obviously aware that his question, combined with the context, could easily lead to misunderstanding.

So, Gu Lingyan described the problem in more detail.

Judging from the way Gu Lingyan spoke, Xiang Huanian felt that if he said something, the other party would be like Aladdin's magic lamp, waving his hand and making it happen easily for him.

Then, with a clang, the fruits of victory were delivered directly into her hands.

Although this feels very refreshing, if this continues for a long time, Xiang Huanian will probably be spoiled into a useless person who only knows how to ask for food and clothes.

Although such a mindless life is also happy and carefree, it is probably the life that most people dream of.

However, Xiang Huanian... grew up in a family that did not give her a sense of security.

She firmly believes that only herself can be her greatest support.

She needs a skill to support herself, a job that can provide for herself. Regardless of whether the job is decent or not, it is the backbone of her freedom to control herself.

When this thought came into his mind, Xiang Huanian did not realize that the sad thoughts he had in the bathtub before had gradually transformed into a way to support his own survival.

In fact, there is no one in this world who doesn't want to live a good life...

"I'm not short of money in the short term, but for the sake of my future, I should find a stable job now so I can support myself. I can't just sit back and wait and eat up all my savings... But I can also take my time looking for a job."

How should I put it? It seems that when the topic of finding a job is mentioned, Xiang Huanian loses all energy and keeps avoiding it.

"It's just a dream..." For ordinary people, this is really a luxurious word.

However, Xiang Huanian actually has one.

Speaking of dreams, we have to mention Xiang Huanian’s childhood.

When Xiang Huanian was young, every time he attended class, no matter what class it was, the first class, especially English and composition classes, he would study the textbooks or the questions assigned by the teacher.

(In response to review requirements, the description of the classroom scene where the ignorant group sitting at the desks were subjected to the social phobia hell was deleted.)

It seems that without a dream to pursue, you, at this age when you are just starting to learn English and writing, are useless.

During that period, Xiang Huanian had a real headache when making up stories. If his stories were similar to others, he had to revise them, otherwise he would easily be criticized and educated.

God knows, the sentence "The weather is very nice today, the sun is very bright..." was thought out by her while she was burying her head in her seat, racking her brains.

But he was rejected countless times. In that era, the notebooks with blue and white lines were not of very good quality, and Xiang Huanian used erasers to rub them until they were so sensitive that they were almost transparent and even had holes in them.

Then, the torn paper also affected the appearance, so Xiang Huanian could only carefully tear off the page of paper and clean up the scraps stuck in the gaps at the edges and corners.

Yes, just like Shenhai’s sensitive skin.

There's nothing I can do. After all, this is a remote and poor village... or I haven't met a teacher with good moral character.

It seems that Xiang Huanian's dream began to take shape quite late.

At that time, she had been able to break away from the assembly line-like study pressure that left no room for her to think about her life, and from "Why should I study? I don't know, I see others are studying", to being purposeful and conscious, knowing why she was studying and in what direction, and working hard.

No longer a blind and simple question-answering robot.

Then, her dream came along, she wanted to be a writer.

When Xiang Huanian first encountered the world of online literature, the fantastic and beautiful worlds created by others seemed like an ideal country that would never exist in this world...

At that time, the characters in the novel, described as free souls full of flesh and blood and bones, and their unyielding fighting spirit, attracted Xiang Huanian's full attention.

She thought, how wonderful it would be if she could also create such a beautiful world...

During the time when she was obsessed with novels, Xiang Huanian did not actually give up her studies, because she knew that studying and getting into a good university was her only way out.

However, when his dream was about to take shape, Xiang Huanian could not control his desire to write. At that time, Xiang Huanian needed a long time to write an essay of 800 words, but when he wrote those ancient novel plots, it was so smooth and flowing, as if he was inspired by God.

Unfortunately, the story that was full of Xiang Huanian's hard work, created with the pen bit by bit, word by word, was not only discovered by the strict and inflexible teacher, but also notified to his parents. Then, Xiang Huanian's childhood was cast into shadow.

As a result, Xiang Huanian missed the best time to launch online literature.

Xiang Huanian missed a crucial era when it was easiest to become a god...

Seeing Xiang Huanian lost in memories, Gu Lingyan did not urge her. Instead, he watched the little girl's expression with interest. It changed from joy to nostalgia, anger to loyalty... But in the end, what was condensed on Xiang Huanian's face was full of regret.

Seeing this, Gu Lingyan felt heartbroken again.

"You're right, Mr. Gu! I'm not in a hurry now. Four hundred thousand is enough for me to live well for a year. I plan to try to realize my dream this year. If it doesn't work out after a year, I'll have to find a job..."

Seeing Xiang Huanian, who was in high spirits, but became listless when work was mentioned, Gu Lingyan found it funny, but he had not forgotten that he had not yet gotten an answer from Xiang Huanian.

If... maybe he could still add a little more strength from behind.

"So, what is your dream?"

“I want to be a writer!”