I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

"Just come and eat at night." Du Caige said.

"Hey, no, it's easy to change from frugality to luxury, and it's difficult to switch from luxury to frugality. I'm afraid that when I go back to school, I won't be able to eat the pig food in the school cafeteria again."

"Just wait until you go to university," Du Caige could only comfort her. "After you go to university, you will be free, and there are a lot of delicious food near the university. By the way, which school do you want to go to, have you thought about it?"

Du Yanqi raised his head, glanced at his brother, and quickly looked away.

Du Caige was amused: "Why, dare not say it? Afraid of my objection?"

Du Yanqi bit his lip and nodded.

When he was on Earth, Du Caige did not have any children, he was an only child himself, and had no experience as a brother.

So if you want to ask him if he knows how to educate children and how to get along with adolescent children, Du Caige can only shake his head.

He didn't even pass the primary difficulty of "Parents' Employment Certificate", and communicating with adolescent children is hell-level difficulty.

He doesn't dislike children, and he can even say he likes them - as long as you don't let him breastfeed, don't let him change diapers, and don't let him coax the child when he starts crying.

The reason why I didn't have children when I was on Earth was because I always had conflicts with my ex-wife, I felt that this marriage was difficult to maintain, and I didn't want the children to be born in a doomed family.

Then there is the feeling that I am on the rise in my career, and I spend most of the year filming movies outside or running publicity campaigns, and I have no time to take care of the children.

So in the face of too many uncertainties, he shrank.

But Du Caige did think about how he would get along with his children if he became a father.

It's not just fantasy, he has also discussed it with others seriously, and has also read a lot of personal experiences provided by the respondents.

At this time, those who have thought about it, discussed it, and seen it on the platform begin to play a role.

Although Du Yanqi is only his sister.

But the elder brother is like a father.

No problem.

"Qiqi," Du Caige showed a smile that he thought was very kind, "Actually, you can discuss with me any ideas you have. I won't judge you, let alone accuse you."

"On major matters such as your future and destiny, you must ultimately make the decision. No matter what decision you make, I will definitely support you. But I also hope to use my life experience to provide you with something valuable. reference..."

Du Ruiqi blinked her big beautiful eyes and held her chin in her hands. Her cute and cute appearance could melt 1 million Azhais at one time.

But Du Caige is very clear that the so-called cuteness and cuteness are all fake.

From the inside to the outside, this sister wrote two words densely: arrogant.

"Am I not right?" Du Caige said helplessly.

"No, it's so good, I think I'm going to get to know you again. Brother, your speech is too good, just say a few more words!" Du Yanqi said enthusiastically.

"Then are you telling me?"

Du Yanqi tilted his head and thought for a while: "Guess."

Got it.

Du Caige knew that what he had been brewing for a long time was in vain.

Thanks to him watching so many chicken soups, and reading the words of many respondents.

The effect is zero.

After paying the bill and going home, Du Rongqi took out two tickets from his pocket: "Brother, let's go to Duan Xiaochen's concert tomorrow night."

Du Caige grabbed the ticket and took a closer look. There is Duan Xiaochen's portrait on the ticket, smiling, and a line of characters: "Duan Xiaochen's 10th Anniversary Thanksgiving Concert".

He said: "This is not an ordinary ticket, there is no infield and outfield."

"Of course not," said Du Ranqi proudly, "this is the ticket for the special seat, the place closest to the stage."

"How much did you buy it for? Your pocket money shouldn't be enough to buy a ticket of this level, right?" Du Caige didn't ask sharply, he was just curious.

"You can't buy this kind of ticket for any amount of money! Brother, don't forget, I'm a fan of Duan Xiaochen," Du Yanqi laughed, "I wrote her a letter and said a lot of good things, and she sent it. Give it to me."

Du Caige thought for a while, and asked in an uncertain tone, "When I brought her home before, did you chat with her? Exchange phone numbers?"

Du Ruoqi rolled his eyes at him: "I know that, Sister Chen and I have always gotten along well before."

It's just that she was young before and didn't have her own mobile phone, so she didn't save Duan Xiaochen's number.

After 2003, Duan Xiaochen never came to the house again, and then cut off contact.

"There are only two tickets," Du Caige handed the tickets to her. "You don't want to go with your best friend?"

Du Yanqi asked, "Don't you want to experience Duan Xiaochen's concert live?"

Emmm...seems to be looking forward to it. "Then let's go together."

In the afternoon, Du Caige put his legs on the writing table in the room, rested his hands on the pillow, and listened to the song leisurely.

until the phone vibrates rapidly.

I like it. What is she calling for?

Du Caige didn't answer.

Today he just wants to give himself a day off.

But ten minutes later, the phone vibrated again, still like it.

Du Caige reluctantly paused the music and pressed the answer: "Hello?"

"It's me, your sweet little editor likes it. How are you?"

"It's okay. You didn't have a holiday today?"

"It's a holiday," Zhong Yi sighed, "but the boss asked me to be your full-time editor. I will handle all matters related to you."

"What happened again? I turned on scheduled updates today."

Zhong Yi explained with a smile: "Because your book "The Old Man and the Sea" has been read a lot recently. If it continues to be free, it is a bit uneconomical. The editor-in-chief will find me, and I hope I will discuss with you and put " "The Old Man and the Sea" are all changed to VIP chapters. Or use a single price for the entire book, what do you say?"

Du Caige quickly calculated that the old man and the sea has more than 40,000 words, and it is calculated as 40,000 words, 5 points for 1,000 words, and 2 yuan for 40,000 words.

"Let's set the price uniformly, let's set it at... ninety nine cents."

"so cheap?"

Du Caige did not explain.

This kind of pure literary work is used to maintain the force, not to make money from it.

"You can try reading 5,000 words."

"...Okay. By the way, the weather has been good these two days. Would you like to come out and sit and talk about the follow-up plot of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern"?"

Say it, finally say it! Zhong Yi only felt that her heart was about to burst through her ribs, and her face was as hot as fire.

Du Caige declined without hesitation: "I'm sorry, I have other arrangements."

"Oh, forget it. I won't bother you, bye." Zhong Yi hung up the phone listlessly.

And Du Caige realized after he hung up the phone: "What she said just now is saying that she wants to date me? Is she teasing me?"

He faintly regretted that he should not mention it casually and let Zhongyi be his full-time editor.

In business affairs, too many personal emotions should not be involved, so as not to affect professional judgment.

It's just that it's not good for him to ask Lu Xudong to change him a full-time editor immediately, which would be too shameful.

When he was on Earth, there was an actor in the circle who liked psychology. He once said that if he followed the classification standard of Enneagram, his "peaceful" tendency was more serious, and he didn't want to conflict with people or quarrel with others. .

If faced with a situation that may lead to interpersonal conflict, it may be inclined to choose avoidance.

Du Caige felt that he was not such a person.

Especially on the set, he was a tyrant, he said nothing, and suppressed all dissatisfaction with an iron fist.

However, in daily life... it seems that he avoids it a lot.

But he firmly denied that he was a "peaceful" personality.

At most, he is a little salted fish, and he doesn't want to waste his good time on verbal disputes and interpersonal conflicts.

On the set, he was: I don't want you to think, I want mine.

In daily life, he is: go, go, you are right, you are right, whatever you say.

As for what you like...let's watch it for a while.

...

A pair of flexible, black-and-white eyes were rolling around, and Yan Caiwei, who had two small braids, confirmed that her mother was in a good mood, and deliberately said loudly: "I have to pack my luggage, and I will go with Baba next month. Live together. I have a lot of things to take, and I want to take all my good friends with me."

Seeing her small appearance, Yan Yingzhen actually wanted to laugh out loud, but she deliberately raised her face: "Is it so happy to be living with my father? Isn't living with my mother bad?"

"But I see Ma Ma every day," Yan Caiwei stretched out a greenish little finger, "I only go to see Baba once a year."

"Then do you like me, or do you like your father?"

"I like Mama!" Then the voice became smaller, "I also like Baba."

"Hmph. You pass the test."

"Hey!" Yan Caiwei said, "Mama, please help me call Dad. I want to ask him which friends I can bring."

She pointed to a pile of dolls on the ground, "I want to take them all, but there are too many of them, and I can't put them there."

Yan Yingzhen would not be deceived by a child's cunning, and said in a light tone: "don't ask, just take it with you. If your father's house can't fit, mother will buy him a big house."

Yan Caiwei lowered her head, twisted her hands, and pouted her mouth three inches high. After a while, she said glumly, "Mama, why don't you let me call Baba?"

Yan Yingzhen felt annoyed for a while.

Why? And it wasn't because the doctor said that the bastard might actually have lost his memory, and I called and he really didn't recognize my voice!

If I agree with you to make a phone call, he will no longer recognize you or his precious daughter, what a cruel blow it will be to your young mind!

The doctor has said that amnesia like him that has no pathological basis can slowly regain his memory with the passage of time.

That's why mom doesn't let you call. You can't get back in touch until your dad retrieves his memory and thinks of your day.

If by June, he hasn't recovered his memory and can't remember you, I will arrange to send you to travel abroad, in short, I can't let you see him! Can't let you get hurt!

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