Four hundred and twentieth chapters make up the whole
Early in the morning, the video was uploaded.
It is estimated that it will take another half a day to pass the review.
There's nothing we can do about it. Even he doesn't have a special review channel, so he still has to queue up.
I left the room, went to the balcony for a walk, and put away the hanging clothes.
He was originally scheduled to leave for Shanghai this morning, but a phone call from home last night forced him to change his plans for Golden Week.
Guan Lang looked at the time, 9:05 in the morning.
The car should be arriving soon.
Just as he was thinking about it, the phone rang. It was the call from Guan Ma that he was waiting for.
"Hey, Mom. Where are you? You're already downstairs. Please wait for a while. I'll go down now."
Guan Langchuo put on his slippers and quickly went downstairs.
"elder brother!"
As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw Guan Xiaomei's petite figure.
Today she was wearing a long black dress that covered her small body, and she had a pair of pink leather shoes on her feet, which were very cute.
"Xiaoying, come and give me a hug."
Guan Lang picked her up gently and weighed her in his arms.
"I seem to have gained a little weight, haha."
Guan Xiaomei buried her head in his clothes, clenched her little hands into fists and beat them lightly.
"It hurts! It hurts!" Guan Lang squeezed his nose and eyes, pretending to be in pain.
As soon as she heard what he said, Guan Xiaomei's soft little fists immediately stopped.
"It doesn't hurt. I'll blow it and it won't hurt."
"Haha." Guan Lang chuckled, pinched her chubby cheeks, and looked up at Guan's parents in front of her.
"Mom and Dad, your flight shouldn't be that late, why don't you go up and sit for a while."
"Okay, I have a flight at one o'clock in the afternoon, so I have some time. I just haven't been to the place where you live in Tiannan yet." Guan Ma nodded, looking at the two brothers and sisters who were close to each other, with smiles in their eyes.
"The original plan was for your mother and I to take your sister to Russia and Mauritius for a few days. I happened to have a business to discuss, but I didn't expect that this girl didn't want to go and insisted on coming to your place to play." Dad Guan sighed.
He sighed, shook his head and said.
Sometimes he doesn't understand why his little cotton-padded jacket is so clingy to his brother. Is it because of the generation gap?
"It's okay, come to my place. I miss my little sister too. I can take her out to play during the National Day holiday. Dad, you can also be more focused when you go out to work." Guan Lang touched Guan Xiaomei's head and said with a smile.
"That's right." Guan Xiaomei didn't know if she listened carefully to the conversation between the three of them. She just nodded her little head, like a chicken pecking at rice.
The understanding laughter of the three people came from the elevator.
Push open the door.
"Son, do you have spare slippers that I can change into?"
"It's okay, there's no need to change your shoes, I'll just mop them up later."
Go into the living room.
The spotless wooden floor was warmed by the morning light pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the light-colored bright sofa was clean and bright.
Snacks and fruit plates were neatly placed on the small square low table. The shelves on the wall were staggered and dotted with some greenery and books.
Next to the TV wall hang several oil paintings and watercolors that he had framed before.
The layout looks neat, warm and yet has a bit of cultural flavor.
"Wow! This is our new home? It's so beautiful." Guan Xiaomei pushed her Minion suitcase quickly on the floor with her bare feet, her tone filled with excitement.
Guan Lang didn't know how to answer, so he smiled and nodded. "You will stay with your brother these days."
"It's so clean. Did you know we were coming and did the cleaning in advance?" Guan Ma looked around and asked with a smile.
"No way, it's always like this." Guan Lang felt aggrieved.
What my mother asked was a huge question about his personal hygiene. It was obvious that he used to be very clean.
"Not bad, not bad." Dad Guan sat on the sofa and praised the armrest while patting it.
He didn't expect that Guanlang's apartment was so well-kept. It felt more comfortable and pleasant than the villa at home. He was particularly satisfied with the books and several paintings hanging on the walls, which added a bit more to the bright and bright furniture.
The smell of books.
"Did you paint the paintings on the wall yourself?" Dad Guan asked curiously. "It looks pretty good."
"Ah, those are my paintings, but they are all works from a year ago." Guan Lang nodded slightly and said.
In Dad Guan's eyes, these paintings were already very good, but in his eyes now, they are just black history.
The technique is so childish that the vague spirituality of coloring in the brush and ink prevents the work from becoming a useless piece of paper.
Perhaps it had been framed on the wall for too long, and he had gotten used to it. Even without telling his father, he didn't notice anything was wrong, and openly hung the black history in the living room for half a year.
No, I should take the time to draw a few eye-catching paintings when I have free time, and frame them to replace these ancient works.
Dad Guan didn't realize the awkward expression on Guan Lang's face. He stood up, walked closer to the frame, looked at it carefully, and said with admiration.
"It's really good. How many paintings like this do you have? I'll take two of them back next time. I just need some decoration on the wall at home."
"Okay, I will draw a few more paintings next week. These are all exercises from the past, and now my level has improved a lot. ww"
Dad Guan stared at the watercolor picture of distant mountains on the wall, then turned his head and glanced at the familiar yet unfamiliar face standing next to him.
A hint of what he looked like when he was young can be seen in the tough face mold.
What makes people tremble the most is the smart, perseverance and confidence shining in those dark eyes, as if countless creativity and vitality are surging.
I don't know when, but the son who left the house with his suitcase in a daze had lost his youthfulness and was able to take charge of his own business.
He had mixed feelings for a moment.
While proud, there is also a hint of guilt.
It seems that I know too little about my son.
Whether it's the paintings on the wall or the tens of millions of copyright profits that have shocked my family recently.
"From now on, just go ahead and do whatever you want to do. If you don't have enough money, you can ask me for it. Your dad and I have saved some savings after working hard for so many years." Guan's dad patted Guan Lang's hand with some relief.
Shoulder.
"Here, the card contains the three million you sent to my family a few days ago. I added another seven million to make up the whole. My family is not short of this money. But you, if you have time, you can register to start a family.
Company. Since you are ready to make a living from this, let’s continue doing it well.” Guan’s father put the bank card into Guan Lang’s hand and said without refusal.
"If you don't understand the process of forming a company, I'll find someone to help you later."
Although Dad Guan’s career has nothing to do with animation, as a self-made billionaire in the industry, his network of connections should not be underestimated.