Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 249 Suspicion and Responsibility

Good times always go by so fast, after eating pears in Yueying's room, it's really time to say goodbye.

Yueying wanted to beg for a hug, but Qin Xiong didn't give her a chance.

He is sick and needs care and companionship, but he doesn't want to slip further and further down the path of a middle-aged scumbag.

All the comfortable and easy roads are easy to get lost, and there will be a price to bear in the future.

Back at the hospital alone, Qin Xiong found Zhao Ergou typing in his room again.

He didn't bother the other party either. After taking a shower alone, he put on his hospital gown and lazily lay down on the bed.

As far as writers are concerned, they are generally used to the sound of their own code words, but they are more disgusted by the sound of other people's code words, but Zhao Ergou's code words, he can bear it.

When it is in a hurry, it is like a thousand troops and a heavy rain, and when it is slow, it is like a breeze blowing on the face and a small bridge flowing water. Although the rhythm changes, it also has a unique charm, like listening to a musical instrument.

Because there were people in the ward, Qin Xiong couldn't fall asleep for a while, so he swiped his phone again.

Soon, he saw that the Douyin account of his Writer's Village had actually increased to one million fans. This growth rate was actually quite terrifying.

Not only that, a video recently updated by the Writer's Village has also reached an astonishing five million views, and the number of likes has exceeded [-].

He took a look at the content of the video, and it still has the style of Wong Kar Wai, but the way of expression is very simple, whether it is Fu Xingchen or Ji Weiyang in it, they all show up without makeup, showing their most ordinary life.

But it is this natural purity and simplicity that has moved countless young people who are pursuing their dreams in other places.

In their eyes, the existence of the Internet Writers Village is like their longing for a beautiful homeland, where they have the environment they envy, the living conditions they envy, and the freelance jobs they envy.

At the same time, they also saw the hard work and hardship of network writers from these beautiful things.

It turns out that all the good things are imagined by everyone. No one’s life can be easily lived into a poem or a painting. Happy people have their similarities, while unhappy people are different. This is the normal state of life.

In the camera, everyone who appeared on the stage unabashedly showed their original life, their worries, anxieties, joys, sorrows, sorrows, and even their various feelings for the writer village and the boss Qin Xiong. A kind of complaint.

At any time, at any moment, truth and always have magical powers, making the audience more willing to accept and tolerate.

"If the filming continues like this, Matthew might be able to make a second "Into the Dust" in the future." Qin Xiong thought gratifiedly.

When he was first admitted to the hospital, he was always worried that the world would stop turning without him in the writer's village.

Now it seems that he was simply thinking too much. Without him as a hands-off shopkeeper, the writer's village is not only operating as usual, but also thriving.

"Brother Xiong, can I stay with you?" Zhao Ergou asked after finishing typing.

"No, we are not a kind of disease, we will be cross-infected if we live together." Qin Xiong resolutely refused.

"Oh, okay, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Ergou asked curiously after thinking about it.

"Anyway, it's not the same thing as yours. It's getting late, go back quickly, I'm going to rest too." Qin Xiong urged.

After hearing this, Zhao Ergou didn't leave immediately. Instead, he remained silent for a longer time before asking sympathetically, "Are you terminally ill? Only terminally ill people don't want to tell others about their condition."

Hearing this, Qin Xiong only felt panicked in his heart.

However, he thought about it again, depression cannot be cured, although it won't kill people, it can be regarded as a terminal illness.

So, he nodded, pretending to be sad.

"Okay, then I'll go. In case you die, remember to lend me your new computer. I think your keyboard is very cool." Zhao Ergou.

"I... don't worry, I won't die if you die! Besides, that is the burning wind keyboard I made. It costs more than [-] yuan, which is not too expensive. If you code well and get results, you can still buy it!" Qin Xiong responded with a mouthful of old blood.

Seeing that Qin Xiong seemed to be really angry, Zhao Ergou hurried away, probably going back to take medicine.

In many cases, the thinking and consciousness of mental patients will be quite active. Without standardized drugs to relieve them, overactive thinking will make them say logical jumps or unreasonable words, which Qin Xiong can understand.

After closing the door, Qin Xiong sat in front of Zhao Ergou's computer again, and began to read the chapter he had just written.

"Hiss... this guy has something in his head. There is such an ingenious twist in a very ordinary plot. This book is quite interesting." After reading it, Qin Xiong found that the number of words had not yet reached [-], so he had to read it. The idea of ​​helping him cast an editor outside was suppressed.

Later, Tang Qingya called the video.

After connecting, Tang Qingya breathed a sigh of relief seeing Qin Xiong staying in the ward.

Ever since she offered to let Yueying go to the hospital to accompany him, she found that Qin Xiong's step count in the software was increasing day by day, and today it was a little too much.

Obviously, there must be more and more places where the two of them go shopping during the day, and they are getting farther and farther away.

Whenever thinking of this point, Tang Qingya felt a sigh of relief, but Qin Xiong was in a critical period of treatment, so she could only keep all this in her heart for the time being.

"I didn't contact you, and you didn't take the initiative to contact me. Are you going to forget about your messy wife?" Tang Qingya said sourly.

"If you are a mess, there will not be many women in the world who can stand on the stage. Even the brats are not as good as... I don't take the initiative to contact you because I am afraid that Yiyi will see me in the hospital. Has she slept?" Qin Xiong.

"Well, I just fell asleep, and I was talking about video with you before going to bed. I said you've been busy recently. Did the doctor say when you'll be discharged from the hospital?" Tang Qingya.

"My disease is inconclusive. It can be long or short, depending on the curative effect." Qin Xiong.

"Maybe it's because you don't want to leave?" Tang Qingya probed.

"If you mind, just briefly explain the matter of the writer's village, and come to the hospital to accompany me in person. I can do it without me, and I can do without you. You can take it as a vacation." Qin Xiong said frankly. .

"It's not enough for the time being. Xianxian is a little careless in doing things, and Rongrong is really careful, but now she has sunk into code words, and she can't spare much energy to help me." Tang Qingya felt helpless.

"It seems that the environment has a great influence on a person." Qin Xiong said.

"Rongrong always wanted to write a book. Now that she has a little friend, she is naturally motivated. After sending the child to the kindergarten every day, she hurried to the writer's village to write. By the way, our new video, The data is good." Tang Qingya said.

"I saw it on the same city recommendation just now, it's really good, how's the profit?" Qin Xiong asked.

"The traffic income alone is still relatively limited, but there are already local travel companies who want to cooperate with us. I hope we can serve as an online celebrity attraction to receive some tourists and divide the accounts according to the number of tourists." Tang Qingya said.

"This kind of income is limited, but it has a great impact on the writers' creative state. We can't earn this money." Qin Xiong said bluntly.

"Well, I think so too. I don't want to go against the original intention of your establishment, but tourists from travel companies don't come. Ordinary individual tourists often come to check in recently. Should we surround a few writers' buildings and simply charge a ticket ?” Tang Qingya said.

"It's not necessary. You won't be able to charge much and lose popularity. Let's make a good video. When the number of fans of the video increases, we can place some advertisements appropriately." Qin Xiong.

"it is good."

"You must be careful in the selection of advertisements. Whether it is for food or entertainment, you must try it yourself. It must be a genuine and conscientious product." Qin Xiong emphasized.

"Don't worry, I understand this truth. Word-of-mouth is the foundation of a project's existence and development, and everything else is a waste of money." Tang Qingya.

"It's good that you understand, there is nothing else, let's rest early." Qin Xiong.

"Well, by the way, where did you go shopping today, was it fun?" At the end, Tang Qingya couldn't hold back after all, and couldn't help asking.

"This is a proposition, I have to answer it properly." As soon as he thought this, Qin Xiong's head began to work rapidly...

　Thank you for the reward from anyone in the world who doesn't read books.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)