Chapter 2
Jian Xinyi returned to her bedroom, picked up a pen and started drawing.
The touch of a brush is quite different from that of a carbon pen. After rejecting several drafts, Jian Xinyi felt that she was indeed ignorant of the immensity of the world.
In ancient times, it was not easy to draw otome games.
Fortunately, her parents spent a lot of money to let her learn Chinese painting and calligraphy when she was a child, so at least she was not blind in ancient times.
But I haven't used a brush for a long time, so I always feel a little rusty.
She had no choice but to start drawing some simple lines with the brush again, starting with practice, and only continued painting when she could draw a circle almost perfectly.
In just a few minutes, a lifelike man appeared under his pen.
Inspiration emerged like a spring, and soon, four lifelike men appeared on Jian Xinyi's desk.
She smiled, it seemed her skills were not so rusty after all.
She had previously drawn the illustrations and written the plots for her works all by herself. When she became a little famous, Jian Xinyi set up a studio and was in charge of the main storyline. Now, she has to start all over again.
Jian Xinyi sighed helplessly, looked at the four handsome men in front of her, and began to assign personalities to them.
In the development of otome games over the years, the four male protagonists are the most popular, especially the four male protagonists with very different personalities. According to the basic otome routine, the main personalities of the four male protagonists are sunny, gentle, indifferent, and black-bellied.
She gradually gained inspiration and began to outline the plot of the first chapter, starting from the first meeting between the hero and heroine.
I don’t know how long it took, but when Jian Xinyi woke up, it was already the next morning.
She must have fallen asleep while drawing yesterday. She put the manuscript away carefully. Now the plot of the first chapter is roughly figured out, but she is new here and not familiar with this world yet, so she needs someone to help her test it.
As soon as she left the room, Lao Lin popped his head out from the pile of books. Seeing the dark circles under her eyes, he was very surprised: "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep all night?"
Jian Xinyi nodded: "I didn't sleep much."
When Lao Lin heard that she hadn't slept all night, he hurried over, but he didn't dare to say anything harsh to blame her. He just frowned and said, "You are already weak, and if you don't sleep well, you are harming yourself."
This familiar nagging really runs through the ages. Jian Xinyi walked straight out without any nostalgia: "I'm going to see Doctor Zhang."
Arriving at Huichuntang, Doctor Zhang first changed her medicine and advised her to take good care of herself, as she was weak. She nodded and was about to stand when she felt another wave of dizziness. That familiar feeling made her heartbeat suddenly thicken, hammering against her eardrums. She broke out in a cold sweat, and her breathing became rapid.
Doctor Zhang noticed that she looked strange and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
She slowly grasped the armrest of the chair and stood still, slowly shaking her head. The discomfort gradually disappeared, and she softly replied, "It's okay, it must be because you didn't sleep. I'll go to the back to boil some medicine."
Seeing how she didn't take care of herself, Doctor Zhang shouted at her with both heartache and accusation, "Don't insist on doing this if you're not feeling well. Ouch."
Jian Xinyi nodded. It seemed that this body really couldn't stay up late anymore.
But she was an absolute inspiration person. Once she had inspiration, everything else would be put aside. Otherwise, she would not have died suddenly in front of the workbench.
Take it slow, take care of your health first.
She slowly stepped into the backyard, and a strong smell of Chinese medicine filled her nostrils. The little girl who was decocting the medicine in the back looked up at Jian Xinyi, her hands moving non-stop: "You're here."
Jian Xinyi slowly came to her side and took out the sketch hidden in her sleeve, her eyes shining: "Take a look at this, I'll help you boil the medicine."
The little girl flipped through it casually, a little confused: "What is this, a comic book?"
When Jian Xinyi heard about the comic strip, she was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly and said, "This is a game. You can capture men based on your choices." She slowly turned around and flipped open the portraits of the four male protagonists: "These four."
The little girl's face flushed red when she saw the four men, and her hands moved faster: "What kind of game is this? It's so weird."
Seeing that she was slightly interested, Jian Xinyi went back to boil the medicine obediently: "I created this myself, you can try it."
The little girl looked at it for a few seconds, but seemed a little sad. She asked weakly, "Are there any words? I don't know many words."
Jian Xinyi had not expected this. She had received higher education and was naturally not an illiterate, but there were indeed many illiterate women in ancient times. A little girl like her had a family that could read and write a few words, so she could at least remember the names of medicinal herbs.
Jian Xinyi's eyes dimmed. She took the boiled herbs and turned to her and said, "It shouldn't be difficult. Give it a try."
The little girl looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly walked over to Jian Xinyi and asked loudly, "How could I have missed this sunny boy?"
"What did you choose?"
Jian Xinyi was stunned, looked at the folded option paper, and turned it over.
Why did you choose to turn around and leave? Anyone who has played an otome game knows that you can't leave. How can the plot develop if you leave?
But the little girl was obviously into the show, her chin slightly raised: "Just turn around and leave, I'm a rich lady, how can I flirt with a man from another family?"
Jian Xinyi was very confused, but she knew that thoughts were deeply rooted and could not be changed overnight, so she could only explain: "No, you have to talk to him to get close to him. Of course you missed him if you left."
The little girl was quite proud: "At least it can't be done on the street."
"Is that so?" Jian Xinyi was lost in thought and took the drawing back. "Then how do you think we should change it?"
"Well..." The little girl fanned the fire left and right with her palm-leaf fan, until the fire grew stronger and stronger. She put the fan away and thought hard: "It's better to think that the young lady of a wealthy family saw the man bravely doing something righteous from afar, and then led the maid to find him, and then find out his name. This kind of thing."
"Ah...this."
Jian Xinyi was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice the medicine boiling.
The little girl saw that the medicine was ready, pushed the absent-minded Jian Xinyi aside, and took the prepared medicine out: "Oh, the medicine is ready, I won't talk to you anymore."
For the rest of the time, Jian Xinyi had no mind to make medicine. She kept thinking about what the little girl said. She returned home in a daze. As soon as she stepped in, she saw a pile of books being thrown out. If Jian Xinyi had not dodged quickly, she would have been knocked unconscious.
"Quick, smash it all for me." A man with golden hair sitting nearby directed his thugs, "Old Lin, if you don't sell me this shop, I'll smash it every day. Let's see how long your arrogance lasts."
There is no need to think too much, this person is the nephew of the wealthy man who wants to buy the shop.
He was seen sitting upright in a mahogany peacock chair in the bookstore, wearing a goose yellow round-necked robe with a crimson gold brocade jacket, a gold and jade carp and leaping dragon pendant tied around his waist, and even the black boots on his feet were embellished with two red gems. He was indeed very wealthy.
"Don't go too far." Jian Xinyi helped Lao Lin up from the ground and shouted, "This shop has been my family business for three generations. How can you just sell it off like that?"
The young man slowly stepped down from the peacock chair and stood in front of Jian Xinyi. He placed the handle of his folding fan against the wound on her forehead, his face fierce as he threatened, "Three generations of family business, how ridiculous! Today, I have set my sights on this place, and you have to give it up even if you don't want to."
Seeing that this man was not willing to give in, Jian Xinyi softened her tone and said, "Sir, this place is not even close to the street, but in this alley, what kind of talent has caught your eye?"
The young man seemed nonchalant, turned around and walked towards the chair behind him, letting the thugs continue: "We don't want it just because it's not on the street. We don't want it on the street."
Jian Xinyi knew that this young man must have taken a fancy to the shop's potential, but his tactics were too brutal. Repeatedly, no one could stand it. In desperation, she had no choice but to threaten them with the government: "You are going too far. I will definitely sue the government."
The young man clearly disdained the government and sneered, "Government, you don't even ask who I am. How can you control me? Keep smashing until this old man gives in."
Jian Xinyi couldn't dodge in time and had to run to the corner next to Lao Lin, her face mixed with confusion: "Dad, they are the nephew of the wealthy family who wants to buy our shop?"
Seeing that her forehead was bleeding again, Old Lin felt very distressed. He dodged the chase and pushed Jian Xinyi to the back door, saying, "Well, go back to the room and hide first. Come out when Dad calls you."
Now that group of people are still robbing the bookstore, isn't it tantamount to courting death for Lao Lin to act like a hero at this time?
Jian Xinyi was a little angry and asked, "Dad, what are you going to do?"
Lao Lin didn't say anything, but just looked quietly at the dilapidated appearance of the bookstore in front of him. But she could feel that Lao Lin's hands were shaking, and it was obvious that he was suppressing the anger in his heart.
Jian Xinyi was about to say something when she saw Lao Lin let go of her hand, picked up the broken bookshelf next to him, and his eyes were red: "I'll go get the bookshelf and smash them."
She immediately stood in front of Lao Lin and used her body as a shield: "Dad, this won't work. They will only smash things more recklessly."
Seeing them dithering, the young master showed a bit of irritation on his face and urged them: "What are you still nagging about? Hurry and find the land deed."
Seeing his daughter, who had previously looked calm, Old Lin was slightly stunned. He felt that his daughter's temperament had changed a lot since she was hit, but the situation was critical, so he didn't care about anything else. "Then what do you think I should do? I can't let someone run a brothel by handing over our three-generation family business."
Opening a brothel, this...
No wonder this young man wanted this shop, it turns out he wanted this.
Unlike brothels, brothels do business in a way that cannot be seen in public, so many shops choose such places away from the public eye.
It was not easy to get Lao Lin to sell the bookstore, let alone open a brothel in this area.
"Hurry up and get the title deed out."
Seeing that the two of them had been discussing for a long time but were still helpless, the young master felt that he had won and ordered his thugs to speed up.
Seeing that the last bookshelf was also smashed, Jian Xinyi was at a loss for a moment. She came too late.
But at this moment, a group of officers and soldiers wearing black and gold round-collared robes suddenly came in from outside. The leader had a cold expression and a low voice. He didn't even raise his head. It was quite a routine. He said in a deep voice: "Jinwu Guards are searching for publications."
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