The Female Partner Refuses To Be Cannon Fodder

Liu Xingyun left after lunch, Jiang Chan was not stingy, and went directly to the Liu Xingyun card for 5000. The ten thousand that came in the morning was half gone, Jiang Chan's eyelids didn't blink.

　　 Liu Xingyun left two bottles of medicine: "Let's take this medicine for the old lady. This is a one-month amount. You will find me again after you have taken it. I will consider the situation again."

　　 "Sure, thank you." Jiang Chan took the medicine, found a small bottle, and filled the medicine in: "I told her that this is vitamin C, so that she won't feel burdened by herself."

　　 sent Liu Xingyun away, Jiang Chan's heart was much settled. Depression is not hopeless, but the process requires a lot more energy.

　　 In fact, the reason why many depression patients commit suicide is that they do not understand them, besides suffering from illness. They feel that they have been abandoned by this society, as if no one would know if they were dead.

　　 In the afternoon, Jiang Chan was still lying on the carpet in the living room as in the morning, except that she did not write programs this time, but was ready to develop her main business.

　　 Of course, this inspiration was given to her by the original owner, Qiu Xin. Qiu Xin has always liked to write and draw, but because of the heavy work, the desire to write on the Internet has never been fulfilled.

　　 Jiang Chan’s vision, experience, etc. are all there. After all, it is the student Jiang Sen handed over. How can his writing skills be so bad? From after lunch until the sky was full of sunshine, Jiang Chan looked up.

　　 She wrote the outline and opening of the new article, which is different from ordinary authors who have to repeatedly modify it after writing. Jiang Chan basically does not change after finishing writing, and the writing is as if there is a god.

Xinwen thought of the first world she traveled through. She lived in that world for more than sixty years, and was in her seventies when she died. In such an era when the average age of a person is only sixty, she really can Said it was a longevity.

　　 During those sixty years, she witnessed the rise of a big family and witnessed the ups and downs of the throne. Now she wants to tell such a story. She wants to record the world she has experienced.

　　 Maybe this world doesn't exist in the eyes of others, but in Jiang Chan's eyes, these are all her personal experiences.

　　 With the blessing of memory, Jiang Chan's writing went smoothly. Before dinner, she had already written the 10,000 words at the beginning except for the outline.

　　 Upload to the most well-known website at present, and see if the page is waiting for review. Jiang Chan just closed the computer: "I'm going to make dinner, shall we go for a walk after dinner?"

　　 Feng Yuan was silent, Jiang Chan didn't care, and went to the kitchen to get busy.

　　 After dinner, the sky was completely dark. Jiang Chan helped Feng Yuan to go out. Feng Yuan was silent and resisted when he changed shoes by the door.

　　 Jiang Chan smiled: "We went out to relax. We stayed at home for a day and got bored. Mom, you just accompany me. I haven't been back for a long time. I want to see the changes here."

　　 Perhaps it was moved by Jiang Chan's words. Feng Yuan followed Jiang Chan to go out. Only when his fingers unconsciously pinched Jiang Chan's wrist could she see her inner tension.

　　 The lights in the corridor are dim, and there is no one moving, Feng Yuan can be regarded as relaxed a little.

　　 "Old Road, you are really lucky today. Only you won the victory..."

　　 A rough voice suddenly came from the corridor, Feng Yuan was startled, and subconsciously stopped. Jiang Chan patted her back: "It's okay, that's Uncle Lu downstairs. They are on the third floor. We can't meet them."

　　 After hearing that there was silence in the corridor again, Feng Yuan was quiet. This time she followed Jiang Chan step by step, a bit like a frightened bird.

　　 Jiang Chan couldn't bear it, but he still insisted on doing so. Don't let Feng Yuan stay at home all the time. Taking her out was a challenge to her at first, but gradually she would get used to it.

　　 She basically never gets better if she doesn't go out. Only by opening herself to embrace the world can she recover better. Of course, there are many unsatisfactory things in the world, but overall it is still good.

　　 So brought Feng Yuan downstairs, Jiang Chan helped her around the community. Although it is a winter night, the enthusiasm of the children does not seem to be defeated by the cold weather.

They were particularly happily playing on the slide exercise equipment downstairs. The children's crisp noise came, Feng Yuan stopped, Jiang Chan simply took Feng Yuan to sit on the bench next to him, and watched from a distance. The children are playing.

　　 Watching the children play around, Jiang Chan's head was empty, as if Dandan's grandchildren were playing around under her knees in her first life, and she also enjoyed the family happiness.

　　 "Auntie, this is my shuttlecock." A colorful feather shuttlecock flew in front of Jiang Chan's eyes abruptly, and Jiang Chan's movements were faster than rationally and grabbed it.

　　 A little girl with croissants came over timidly, her tone a little weak.

　　 Jiang Chan smiled and handed the shuttlecock over. The little girl took the shuttlecock and twisted her round body to play with the children again.

　　 I watched this for twenty minutes~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Jiang Chan touched Feng Yuan's hand: "Let's go back."

　　 Feng Yuan remained motionless, keeping his eyes on the children. Jiang Chan pulled her up and stood up: "If you like to watch these, we will go to the big square tomorrow, where there are more people and more fun activities."

　　 "Come home with me now, your hands are cold now, if you catch a cold, it won't be good, be obedient."

　　 It's like taking care of a little doll. Fortunately, this doll is obedient enough.

　　 took Feng Yuan back, while Jiang Chan waited on Feng Yuan to soak her feet and kneaded her again before Jiang Chan was free. Tomorrow she still has a lot of things to do. Feng Yuan's body needs to be treated, and a lot of medicinal materials are used in this. She still has time to go to the Chinese pharmacy.

　　 I still need to take time to do tasks to make money. At present, there is basically no income from online literature. Her main source of income is still to write code. In addition, the layout of the old house, etc., all require money.

　　 Jiang Chan is about to complain at this time. You said that you have worked in the Shanghai stock market for more than two years and basically have no deposits. Why bother? Everyone was tired and half dead. The old mother suffered from depression alone at home, and she felt embarrassed to speak of it.

　　 planned the itinerary for the last few days. Before going to bed, Jiang Chan went to the backstage of the website and took a look. When she saw the approved vocabulary, Jiang Chan raised her eyebrows.

　　 Looking back at the backstage, there has been an author's text message, to the effect that Jiang Chan's new book has reached the contract standard, so Jiang Chan contacted the editor in charge to sign the contract.

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