During the National Day holiday, Lu Chuqing was so bored at home.

Lu Ying previously worked in a garment factory, where her salary was fixed and there was no room for advancement.

She had wanted to change jobs to earn more money for a long time, but she lacked the necessary skills and couldn't find a good job, which worried her for two days.

Lu Chuqing noticed that she had something on her mind and asked her why.

Knowing that her child was knowledgeable, she shared her thoughts with her.

After hearing this, Lu Chuqing asked her if there was anything she wanted to do before she started working.

The woman thought for a moment and then talked about her past hobbies.

When she was in school, she loved reading Qiong Yao's novels, and after reading them, she would write down the different endings of the characters in her notebook.

Later, I don't know why, I developed a liking for painting, and I liked to paint courtyards with gardens.

When she talked about these things, the woman's expression regained some of the pure warmth of her youth, and she even excitedly rummaged through her old things.

Lu Chuqing was somewhat surprised to see the woman take out many old notebooks from the box; she hadn't expected her mother to have created so many.

The little dumpling picked up one of the books, flipped it open, and looked at it carefully. All the pictures on it were drawn in pencil.

In the foreground is an arched fence, with many flowering vines twining around it. Some flowers are in full bloom, while others are still budding. Inside the fence are even more blooming flowers.

Vines entwine and flowers adorn the scene.

Further on, the ground is covered with grass, and a gravel path extends towards the houses in the distance. Around the houses, even more kinds of flowers grow, all in full bloom. Although it is only drawn with a gray-black pencil, it can still make people feel the vibrant vitality of a hundred flowers blooming and competing for beauty.

The last house was a two-story wooden house combining Chinese and Western styles.

The building itself is a traditional Chinese structure, but the doors, windows, and some decorations are distinctly Western in style. The entrance on the first floor is wide open, with a small European-style round table placed there, on which are scattered letters and flowers.

Half of the second floor is an attic, and the other half is a balcony. The balcony railing is covered with flowering vines, and there is a row of sunflowers planted in pots, as well as various other flowers of different sizes.

Next to the attic was a hanging basket with a thin blanket casually piled on it, one corner of which dangled off the side of the basket.

Lu Chuqing looked through many more carefully, and they were all pretty much the same type.

These paintings reveal that her mother longed for this tranquil, leisurely, and carefree life.

She thought for a moment and said to the woman, "Mom, I think all these houses you've drawn are very beautiful. Have you ever thought about becoming a house designer?"

The woman paused in her enthusiastic explanation, her smile fading slightly as she began to tidy up the notebooks that had been scattered across most of the bed.

"Those were just drawings I did as a kid."

Lu Chuqing didn't miss the fleeting look of disappointment on the woman's face.

If it were just for fun, how could you draw so many books?

Lu Ying was tidying up her notebooks, some of which contained scraps of paper. She accidentally dropped one while picking it up, and her gaze lingered on it as she carefully examined it.

I don't know when it started, but she developed a liking for drawing.

At first, the drawing only looks about half like the original, but after drawing it a couple more times, it looks about 80 or 90 percent like the original.

At the time, some classmates said she drew beautifully and asked her if she had studied drawing.

Although her family wasn't poor, they still couldn't afford to pay for things like art lessons.

So I just drew them for fun and never mentioned them to Lu Yongkang.

At that time, she also fantasized that one day she could live in the house she had drawn.

Those were just fantasies from the past.

Lu Chuqing carefully placed the notebook into the box, looked up at the woman and said sincerely, "Mom, having dreams is a wonderful thing, and daring to pursue your dreams is a particularly charming thing."

"You have your own dreams to pursue. Don't give up just because you're still young. Everyone needs a skill to better adapt to social life."

"And—" The little dumpling grabbed Lu Ying's hand, her delicate fingers stroking the woman's fingertips, which were worn raw from working, her expression full of heartache.

“Mom is still young and beautiful. She should try more different possibilities. She can’t just stick to her fixed monthly salary to take care of me. It’s tiring and hard, and there’s very little room for development. Even if she makes it big in the future, she’ll still be stuck with that little money. Her energy and spirit will be worn away.”

Looking at the little dumpling in front of her, Lu Ying's eyes were filled with deep, boundless love.

She certainly wanted to try other possibilities, but her education level was low, and Lu Chuqing, besides cutting patterns in a clothing factory, couldn't do anything else.

She knew that working in the factory wouldn't give Lu Chuqing a better life, so she secretly planned to sell some trinkets in the city center square after get off work to earn some extra money.

Now, encouraged by her darling to try other possibilities, she hesitates but cannot make up her mind.

Seeing the woman's hesitation, Lu Chuqing felt somewhat helpless.

But she's too young now. If she were a little older, she might be able to think of other ways to help her mother ease some of her burden.

After a moment's thought, she came up with another idea.

She tugged at Lu Ying's hand and said to the woman, "Mom! Don't you also like writing different endings for characters in novels? You can organize your old writings and post them online, clearly indicating what you wrote. Then there will be people who like this type of story to read them."

Lu Ying didn't have much contact with computers. The only thing she was familiar with was that internet cafes were full of computers, but they were used for playing online games. She didn't know they could also be used to publish articles!

Seeing the woman's surprised expression, Lu Chuqing knew that her mother didn't know much about computers, so she patiently explained it to her.

"Mom, computers have a wide range of uses. They're not just for playing games online; you can also use them for learning. In big companies with offices, everyone uses computers to work."

"The internet is not yet fully developed. In a few years, the internet will develop rapidly, and computers will be used in all aspects of life. It can be said that every household will have one if they have the means. At that time, many jobs will be transformed into online forms, such as writing online, which will not be unusual."

“Right now, there are writers who write novels online. It’s just that the internet is not developed enough yet, and many places don’t even know that the internet exists, so they are not as well-known as they will be in the future.”

"If we seize this opportunity now, we will have an unshakeable position once we develop!"

While Lu Ying was surprised, she was once again deeply moved when she heard her daughter tell her about the various things that would happen in the future.

She hesitated before asking, "Can I make money by posting it online?"

Lu Chuqing patiently explained again, "Not necessarily. It mainly depends on whether anyone is watching."

As she spoke, she added, "Actually, I don't know much about the requirements for online literature now, and I don't know if there are any restrictions."