Has the world undergone some kind of update that she didn't notice?
Why doesn't she understand what these people are talking about?
In her mind, Ji Zeyu was still a person with poor moral character. Suddenly someone offered a high price for the manuscript...
It's hard to comment, really.
Song Shushu was silent for a while. Fu Yunyun knew what she was worried about and settled the accounts for her very considerately.
"Look, that rich lady knows your rules. The price of urgent manuscripts is doubled, so the five times price is the doubled price, and it is also the most expensive one. You will get it all at once.
Little one hundred thousand, Baozi."
"And there is no conflict between making money and hating Ji Zeyu," she said in a low voice, as if she was telling a secret even if no one was listening.
"I think this rich woman is not like your previous fans. As you know, most of your fans are star-chasers and two-dimensional fans, and there are very few mature ones. But when I communicated with this sister,
She is very independent and organized.”
Maybe it was an intuition. Fu Yunyun had the intuition that she might be from the Ming family. As for why she didn't guess the Ji family?
"I've seen Ji Zeyu. He looks like he thinks he's hiding his plans very well. He's very good at pleasing girls, but he's also very tacky. He can't do things like dating a couple for a drawing."
Song Shushu didn't speak, and there was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. In the end, he convinced himself that adults can have a temper and backbone, but they can still bend a little for money as long as it doesn't harm their dignity.
However, just to be on the safe side, Song Shushu still told him: "Ask for your request clearly. If it's too extreme, I won't accept it."
Her current financial situation is not to say that it is stretched, but it can also be said that there is no surplus. The income from the two new songs before was used to fill the hole in the studio. Now her expenses are only supported by the source of drawings.
.
What's more, I have to record a variety show later, and I don't know if I still have time to draw.
Song Shushu thought about it, scratched her hair, and thought rather self-defeatingly, how about she accept the shares left by her mother.
Be a happy little rice bug all your life.
But this thought was like a shooting star, it only existed in her mind for a short moment, and then disappeared completely.
Don't ask for things that don't belong to you.
Song Shushu warned himself again in his heart.
Ji Sui, who was being kneaded in a big bath towel, could clearly feel that she was absent-minded. He struggled to pull his head out of her hands, trying to read some clues from her face.
But until she was pressed and blown, she still couldn't figure out what made her mood drop for a moment.
In fact, from the first time I saw her in the office today, I discovered that Song Shushu's mood seemed to have fluctuated too much today. His whole figure was like a fully drawn bow, and he didn't know what would happen to the arrow on the bow.
It shoots out at any time, and I don’t know where it will go.
With a sense of extreme panic.
As expected, Song Shushu started a daily live broadcast. In fact, the studio had been slowly laying the groundwork in the past few days, but she still felt that if she wanted to transform, she still had to give an explanation to the fans who had been accompanying her.
of.
So she started the live broadcast today.
"Good evening everyone, I am your UU."
"Today we will draw three lucky viewers as usual, and then we will chat."
[Come, come, it’s obviously just a day, but it feels like three autumns have passed~]
[Today's UU is a bit serious, something is wrong, but I'm not sure, let's take a look]
[The studio said it would take a while to say goodbye, wouldn’t it be today?]
[Everyone, please stop arguing. Let UU speak first. I believe UU.]
Obviously before she had time to say anything, these lovely fans began to worry about her. Song Shushu looked at the barrage in front of his eyes with a small smile in his eyes.
Her fans are a very lovely group of people.
"I do have to suspend the live broadcast for some reason. I can't reveal to you what I will do specifically. If I'm lucky, we will meet on a bigger stage, so I ask for your understanding."
The contract has just been signed, but it is still unknown whether the variety show can start filming as scheduled, so everything must be kept secret for now.
Fans who heard this "bad news" immediately began to cry, and Song Shushu felt a little numb. She was not very good at dealing with such large-scale emotional outbursts.
He glanced at Song Dameng, who was leisurely watching the excitement at the side, and pulled him over.
"Song Dameng today is Song Dameng after taking a bath."
Ji Sui, who was suddenly confronted in front of the camera: "..."
Alas, what can we do? He is just a little kitten, just follow her.
【Ouch! Let my aunt post it~】
[I see that there is something wrong with your kitten. What exactly is the problem? I suggest you send it to this address immediately and let me take a look at it for you. We are all professionals.]
[Hey, that one in front, the abacus beads are about to fall into my face!]
[Hey hey hey, little kitten, hey hey hey, drooling, crazy posting, dark crawling, stealing quietly]
When Ji Sui: I really don’t understand the mental state of people nowadays.
Song Shushu, as a senior meme king who has also been involved in major cat-sucking videos, just laughed at these familiar words.
In the end, he cooperated, holding Ji Sui's right paw and waving towards the camera, "Here, tell me, sisters, what kind of sack do you like?"
[Hahahahahaha, amazing sisters, I can actually see helplessness and pampering from a hairy face, it must be because of too much CP]
Unfortunately, this barrage did not have a strong sense of existence. It only stayed in front of Ji Sui's eyes for two seconds before being overwhelmed by the huge army of barrages.
But at the age of 30, he silently praised: He has good vision.
Song Shushu took the opportunity to open the lottery system, and soon three lucky winners were announced.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ji Sui stood up from her arms and walked towards his exclusive seat. The tail raised high was not clear with some intentionality, and the fluff rubbed against it.
It passed over her face, causing an itch.
She scratched her face casually and started her live broadcast without paying much attention.
It is said that people who work hard will radiate charm. Ji Sui takes it for granted. Song Shushu, who is sitting in front of the screen, hugs the guitar and sings a slow-tempo song tenderly, just like those emotions in a hundred days.
Volatility never occurred.
She looks gentle and strong, but when you know her age, you will only find her mysterious.
Yes, mysterious.
Song Shushu seems to be an abandoned son who was "abandoned" by his family. The so-called family tried every means to squeeze out the last bit of value. But he lived freely and freely, struggling hard to get out of the quagmire, just like a seed that was in desperate need of germination.
, full of hope, slowly accumulating strength, waiting for the opportunity to grow into a towering tree.
He never felt that the so-called upper class was a good place. All the filthiness here was covered up by the glamorous appearance. One wrong look and ugly scars with abscesses would appear under the skin of the beautiful face.
This circle was updated very quickly. Growing up, he had seen many girls in similar situations to Song Shushu, but without exception, their endings were not very good.
Most of the people who have good looks and so-called famous skills are married out by businessmen, but because they are not favored by their mother's family, their life in their husband's family will not be very good.
Trapped in a cage, living like a puppet.
They are not without ambitions and try to resist, but how can young ladies who have been raised as vases and objects since childhood be so ruthless as their elders?
But Song Shushu is different. Maybe it’s because she hasn’t experienced the life of a wealthy family, or maybe her childhood experience has made her cautious. She always knows what she wants, starting from finding a way to apply for accommodation before the high school entrance examination, step by step, to make herself
Break away from that family and use your true skills to build a small house.
I am used to seeing people who are obsessed with life, jealousy and calculation. When I meet this kind of girl who is born for the sun again, at the age of 27, I will still be as crazy and excited as my teenage self.
When Ji Sui came back to the study again, he found that the live broadcast had ended. Song Shushu was lying on the table looking at the photos on his phone, hesitantly writing.
This is another manuscript I received.
At the age of 30, she had already figured out her life.
He felt that it was immoral to peek at other people's creations, so he would consciously avoid it when Song Shushu was writing songs and painting.
But why did the corner of the photo I accidentally saw look inexplicably familiar?
Maybe it's because my thinking has become simpler after becoming a cat, or maybe because I subconsciously relaxed in this environment, my curiosity has been aroused and has been ready to take action.
I walked slowly to the workbench, paying attention to my steps.
Song Shushu, who was originally looking at the photos sent by the rich woman and thinking about them in a daze, almost looked at Maomao the moment she showed her head, but now her mind is blank.
Today, she felt that she was really emotionally drained, and she felt a little tired that she couldn't lift her mood even though she did anything. She saw a sneaky cat strolling over casually, not only did she not have the slightest intention of expelling it, but she even
He moved his arm without leaving a trace, so that he could see more clearly.
Her movements were all done in the blind spot of his vision, and since all his attention was now on the photo in her hand, he couldn't care less about anything else.
In this way, one of them intentionally let go, and the other used his beautiful face to kill them. Ji Sui succeeded in seeing the whole picture.
With just one glance, Ji Sui turned around and left without hesitation. If I had known better, I wouldn't have bothered with this trip. I got up violently and saw something dirty.
"You're leaving as soon as you come?"
Song Shushu stretched out his hand to stop the cat who was trying to slip away. It was a bit funny. Why was this cat so moody? Wasn't he quite happy just now?
"Meow meow meow" What are you looking at that flower butterfly for?
"Um?"
Song Shushu calmly put away the valuables on the table to prevent Ji Sui and others from inadvertently damaging them. She combed the hair under his neck with one hand.
"Meow meow meow meow meow!"
Song Shushu: He screamed very excitedly, but he couldn’t understand it, so he tried to listen to it first.
So the two of them started chatting nonsense.
For example:
Song Shushu: "Didn't you come here before? Why do you feel like you have changed into a cat after taking a bath?"
Years old: "Meow meow meow meow meow." Don't look at that man, he is not a good person. You can look at me.
You come and go, and although we don't understand each other in the language, the main thing is effective communication and emotional well-being.
After meowing for a long time, Ji Sui finally woke up.
He buried his face in Song Shushu's hands angrily, feeling ashamed of his fussing just now.
Song Shushu didn't know what was going on in his mind. She was really going to be confused by the sudden closeness now.
It wasn't until I heard the joyful laughter so close at my age that I felt even more ashamed and ran away.
Just after he ran to the balcony, he could still hear Song Shushu's laughter behind him.
So I started to shut myself up.
Song Shushu smiled enough and took another look at the photos on her phone. This rich woman didn't know what was going on and came to her to ask for a photo of two people together, but all the photos given were single photos.
Ji Zeyu's photo was enlarged and reduced on the screen. She really didn't want to start drawing.
A pair of light-colored eyes suddenly flashed across my mind, and my mind, which was originally dry, suddenly seemed to be sown with spring rain. All kinds of ideas sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
Before I could react, a rough male prototype appeared on the paper.
Both have the surname Ji, no wonder some angles look familiar to her when she looks at Ji Zeyu, but Mr. Ji is much prettier than Ji Zeyu. Whether it is the combination of facial features or the direction of the eyebrows, everything is in her aesthetic point.
Even Fu Yunyun felt that her preference was for boys with strong muscular power and a sense of security at first glance. Song Shushu herself felt the same way at one time, but after meeting Ji Sui, she discovered that she had no interest in her gentle brother either.
No resistance.
The pen in her hand was drawing on the paper like a divine aid.
dong dong dong
The big clock hanging in the living room dutifully rang three times at midnight, as if to remind the owner who always stayed up late.
And Song Shushu really put down his pen, stood up and rubbed his stiff neck.
It’s been a long time since I’ve worked at a desk with such high intensity, and my cervical spine was a little unbearable.
What is pressed down by the ruler on the table is a portrait that is still a few strokes away from being completed.
The man is sitting at the table, holding a cup of steaming tea in his hand. The sun shines down from behind him, coating him with a layer of colorful halo. Combined with the slight distance between his eyebrows and eyes, he is so beautiful that he is not as beautiful as in the mortal world.
people.
Song Shushu pursed his lips and looked at the manuscript, which was mostly completed on impulse, and those suppressed emotions suddenly surged up like crazy.
He raised his eyes to the ceiling for a while, barely suppressing the sudden astringency.
He must have stayed up all night. Look, his eyes are dry and astringent, and tears are almost falling.
In the end, she did not choose to finish the drawing, but kept it under the album. She couldn't tell what kind of emotion she felt. She was reluctant to throw away the piece of paper that could not prove anything, but she was also unwilling to put it away.
Put it out there.
"Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it," Song Shushu patted her face, trying to wake herself up.