How long is a lifetime, more than 30,000 days.

When this number was placed in front of him, Qin Guanglin suddenly felt nervous.

It seems...it's quite short-lived.

Now in his twenties, except for one-third of sleep and one-third of work, the rest of the time that can be truly freely controlled is only a few thousand days.

"When you calculate this, I feel like I really don't have much time."

Qin Guanglin was frightened by the result he calculated.

"Bao, how come everything you say will change in your mouth?" Why not lower your head and mutter dissatisfiedly.

"Where has changed... Don't use math problems to calculate how long this life will last. We have been together for many years. Now it's harder, and it's easier in the future..." Qin Guanglin said slowly while pinching the soft flesh, lowering his head and kissing her and asking, "I found that you are getting younger and younger. What's going on? Hum?"

He could no longer remember why he had started to become so clingy... It seemed like this has always been like this, and it seemed that it was not. He became like this without realizing it, and he was like a kitten lying in his arms and saying things he wanted to be together.

"There is nowhere to go... Turn off the lights, I'm going to sleep. Anyway, remember, I just agreed that the most New Year's Day is the most. If you are still so busy after New Year's Day, don't touch me."

"Okay, sure, I can't bear to let you wait so late every day." Qin Guanglin got up and turned off the bedroom light, but didn't lie back, squatted at the end of the bed and stroked her feet, "You said you'd have to do it in time..."

"No, didn't you agree to be relieved after you get hurt?"

"I feel like I can kill a cow with one punch now, and I am in an amazing state."

"Go, go, go to bed quickly... don't make a fuss." Why twist your body and hummed, "It's very sleepy, go to bed quickly, and let's talk about it when the injury is healed."

Qin Guanglin didn't do it now. At this age, I wish I could never touch it every day, from the end of September to the seven days of National Day. I never talked about it. I occasionally teased her deliberately for a few times. I had long thought of getting back from my father-in-law's house and getting hurt. What's the wound on my head and not on my waist.

"It's already done, I'll prove it to you."

"Yeah, don't..."

...

The matter is finished.

Qin Guanglin leaned against the head of the bed and didn't feel much sleepy yet, so why bothered to fall asleep tiredly? He put his hand on his back, feeling the smooth feel, and suddenly realized it.

In fact, he is not a control, he is just a simple lustful person.

I just greedy for Teacher He's body, and I'm greedy for everything.

After quietly savoring the afterglow just now, Qin Guanglin, who was full of energy, was ready to move again. He turned around to see what was wrong with sleeping face, helped her tuck the corners of the quilt without disturbing her rest, quietly put on her pajamas and sat at the desk and turned on the computer.

I guess I will often work overtime until eight or nine o'clock in the next few months like today. I don't have time to do the work of making an appointment, so I can only suspend the order first.

Art is very subjective. Some people like it and can spend thousands to buy a work. If they don’t like it, no one will buy it for a hundred yuan. Like the landscape paintings in the rain she painted before, it is still hanging and not sold. They can only passively make an appointment to draw some commercial paintings according to customer requirements.

It's much worse than comics.

The core of the comic is the story, then the style of painting. The company provides good scripts and provides craftsmanship. It doesn’t take much trouble to combine the two. It only takes time to make the works, and it is naturally a fine product. Then it is promoted based on traffic, so you don’t have to worry about having no money to make money.

Both of them are far behind in terms of returns and stability.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. Qin Guanglin opened his mouth and yawned, turned off the computer lightly, got into the quilt and hugged Xiangxiang's body and rubbed it for a few times, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

No dreams all night.

Perhaps because he had absorbed his energy, why not wake up earlier than Qin Guanglin in the morning. He closed his eyes and slapped his arms in his arms for a while before he raised his head and kissed him. Then he carefully took his arms open and slowly got up from the bed, pulled his pajamas from the corner of the bed and put them on his body, got out of the bed and went to the bathroom, yawned, took out the eggs from the refrigerator, and fired to fry the eggs.

Qin Guanglin has never mastered the skills of fried eggs. He either broke them apart or broke them when turned over. He simply stopped wasting ingredients. If he got up early, he would go downstairs to buy ready-made breakfast. He would change the buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, millet porridge. If he didn't get up early, it would be just two simple fried eggs and a box of milk.

The sound of the kitchen came into the bedroom. Qin Guanglin touched the side with his backhand without a familiar touch, so he opened his eyes and sat up. After waking up for a while, he pulled his slippers out to wash.

"Do you have any late snacks when you work overtime? If you come back late, I will make some soup for you tonight."

Why don’t you think he will come back very late every day, but things have become like this, so if you can’t persuade him, you can only support him.

Otherwise, what else can I do? A fight? That's not what she wants.

"Yeah, yes, you will have late-night snacks after working overtime."

"Then you eat more and don't save money for your stinky boss."

"Don't save him money, don't worry... Hoh, my little one."

After rinsing, Qin Guanglin wiped his mouth and leaned over to whisper her face. He didn't defend his boss, so he would take his anger out, anyway, a piece of meat would be indispensable.

"Hey, you... aren't your garlic sprouts? They really bloom?" He sat on the sofa and looked around. He suddenly looked at him. He walked to the corner of the living room curiously and squatted down to look at the flower that he had dubbed the leek.

When he helped water it in August, the leaves had dried up. He thought they had been raised to death. Unexpectedly, when he looked at it again, there was no half of the leaves growing, but a green stem was drawn out of the soil, which was bulging like a flower bud.

"What?" He Dian was stunned for a moment. When he turned around and saw him squatting there, his heart suddenly jumped, turned off the fire and ran out, staring at the bud in the flower pot.

"You haven't seen it before?"

Qin Guanglin asked when she looked at her, then looked back at the flower pot, "Look at it later, it's not blooming anyway, the eggs will be burnt in a while."

"oh."

"We are still betting, right? It seems that I lost. Say, what I want me to do, I will satisfy your wish." He paused and added: "In addition to resigning, resigning now is too bad, and I feel sorry for it. The boss is so kind to me and taught me a lot of things. I can't argue if I lose a chain at a critical moment."

"Let's talk about it later." He Ding frowned slightly and returned to the kitchen. Seeing that the fried egg was almost done, he picked up the tweezers and put it out on the plate. His eyes couldn't help but fall on the pot of garlic in the corner.

How did it bloom?

"What are you thinking?"

Qin Guanglin's voice brought her to her senses. She picked up the chopsticks and grabbed the fried egg and took a small bite, "When did this flower grow?"

"I don't know, I just saw that it was blooming at this time, right?"

"..." He paused his chewing movements, then turned his head to look at the flower pot over there, nodded and said, "That's right, it's usually September and October... The climate in Luocheng is probably about October."

The normal garlic probably blooms at this time, but this plant blooms abnormally...what is wrong.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, remembering what she had ignored before.

It has not bloomed for ten years, but it is blooming in midsummer.
Chapter completed!