Glamorous Self-Help Plan

is a dream.

Waves of undercurrents came in and wet the dry land around him.

He was drenched all over, and the coldness penetrated into his skin as if it had substance, and flowed through the blood vessels throughout his body.

But he didn't move at all, because the scenes that appeared in his sight almost made him suffocate, let alone take action.

The originally beautiful person was pale, covered in blood, and his white shirt was stained red. He just lay there, motionless, as if he was dead.

Ying Li desperately wanted to walk over, but his steps were very slow.

Hurry up!

He roared in his heart, until his eyes drew closer, and he walked over, only to find that Qi Qingxi's face was covered with scars.

—He is no longer a pretty person.

"Brother Qingxi..."

"How are you?"

"How did you do this? Who did it?"

"Brother Qingxi, are you still alive? Answer me quickly!"

No one answered him because it was just a dream.

The scene changed, and suddenly, he saw Brother Qingxi standing in front of a high-rise building, his face was still pale, and he was looking at one place with a sad expression.

Ying Li followed him and found two handsome men standing there. At this moment, the two were smiling and chatting, as if they were cooperating, they shook hands with each other.

The two of them were talking, Ying Li couldn't hear clearly, but he could feel Brother Qingxi getting more and more sad.

why?

He wanted to get closer to hear what those two people had to say, but when he took a step forward, his eyes turned around, and he came to another place.

"Qi Qingxi, who do you think you are? Does our company really depend on you?"

"What are the plagiarists still doing in this circle? It's a mess!"

"I suggest blocking him. I don't want to see this person in the design industry circle."

Thousands of people pointed at each other, and every sentence of ugly words came like a cold wind.

Ying Li eagerly looked for Qi Qingxi's shadow in the crowd, and when he found it, he immediately froze.

On weekdays, the gentle and kind brother Qingxi stood in the crowd, with tears in his eyes, shaking his head while waving his hands, and kept muttering 'I didn't plagiarize', 'It's not me', 'I don't know what's going on matter', but no one is willing to believe his words, but accuses him of ignorance of repentance.

Ying Li was very angry, he wanted to rush in to protect Brother Qingxi, but he couldn't move at all.

In this way, he came to the fourth place.

Ying Li found that he seemed to be going backwards all the time, going back to the past bit by bit, maybe the first brother Qingxi he saw lying in a pool of blood was his end.

Is the scene in the dream real?

Ying Li didn't know, but he wanted to know what happened to make Brother Qingxi so miserable.

The screen began to rotate again, turned upside down, as if covered with a thick layer of fog and frost.

When he regained consciousness again, he was standing in a rental house.

The house was very dilapidated, and he had never seen such an old house since he was a child with good living conditions.This time, he found that he could move. It didn't matter if he walked around in this room, but he couldn't go out.

After walking for a while, he heard a familiar voice coming from the bathroom he had just passed by.

There was obviously no one in the bathroom just now.

But once he thought it was a dream, he didn't care about anything, walked over very calmly, stood outside the door, and saw a familiar young man standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, talking to himself in the mirror non-stop.

"Since I have become you, I will definitely live well for you."

"Don't worry, I will make your life better and better."

"I am the chosen child of this world, you can leave at ease."

"From today……"

"I am Wan Liang."

Opening his eyes, he was slowly relieved by the familiar room.

Sitting up from the bed, Ying Li found that he was already drenched in cold sweat. He stroked his chest, felt his heart beating violently, and couldn't stop recalling those fragmented scenes in his mind.

Although it was a dream, it seemed real.

He carefully recalled the young man named Wan Liang, but he had no memory at all.So where does that sense of familiarity come from?

Ying Li turned over and got out of bed, went to the bathroom to take a shower, passed the floor-to-ceiling mirror when he came out, he glanced at himself in the mirror, and suddenly remembered——

The man named Wan Liang was the one who shook hands and cooperated with another person in his dream, with a smile on his face.

The reason why he didn't recognize each other immediately was because Wan Liang in the dilapidated rental house seemed to be thinner and more sloppy.

Ying Li felt more and more strange that these were some weird dreams. In real life, he didn't know Wan Liang at all.

Maybe next time he has a chance...he should ask Brother Qingxi.

Qi Qingxi never saw Ying Li and Zhou Yueduo again after the three people who couldn't get together had a hot pot meal that day.

It's okay not to see Ying Li, he's about to take the final exam, it's the end of the first half of the third year of high school, but in fact the tense atmosphere has already been exaggerated, so there's no need to be too nervous as this time approaches.Not seeing Zhou Yueduo, Qi Qingxi was puzzled at first, but later gradually believed that Zhou Yueduo was not a charterer who was lying at home counting money, but that he really had a serious job.

Seeing his meager income every month, Qi Qingxi sighed softly.

"I haven't finished drawing this month's draft, but there are not many drafts, and I finished it in a few days after hard work..." Lying on the sofa, Qi Qingxi looked up at the ceiling, with a feeling of sloppyness in his whole body.

【You are going to eat dirt. 】

"Eating soil? Not at all." Qi Qingxi said: "But the deposits are indeed being lost, so this is not acceptable."

If there is no accident, with his lifestyle, the monthly remuneration is enough for him to eat and wear.But if there is a slight accident in it, such as treating guests to dinner or going to the doctor when sick, then he has to use the deposit in the bank card.

[You say 'this is not okay' every time, but there is no substantive change every time. 】

"I'm also worried." He murmured: "A few days ago, a comic website came to me to sign a contract. I don't want to sign too much... After signing the contract, I won't be as free as I am now. I can draw whatever I want. What did you draw?"

Now he can update his cartoon as he pleases, and he can regularly receive dozens of dollars in rewards every day.Occasionally draw a landscape picture, a group of fans leave a message below and hold the picture as the background.When someone accepts a manuscript, he will also seek the consent of the client and post the manuscript on Weibo as a publicity, so people will come to him for an appointment.

This way of working is extremely open, but in contrast, income will 'bottom out'.

He is now waiting for a 'bounce' moment!