Chapter 99 Chapter 99 Borrowing a bicycle.
The doubt flashed through his mind, and Chai Shunan didn't think much about it. He was already 29 and almost 30, so why should he care what he did.
Wen Chen, who was forgotten by his own mother, did not leave immediately. He went into the house to get a set of clean clothes, then turned around and went to the kitchen to pour some water.
When I was drinking water, I took a casual glance and saw an open box of peach cakes on the table next to me, with the lid off.
I guess An Jing and An Hang forgot to put the food back after eating.
Wen Chen put down the enamel pot and picked up a piece at random. Maybe it was because it was a little damp, or maybe it was because it was not bought in the same place, so it was not as delicious as the one in the morning.
Wen Chen closed the lid and put the peach cake back into the cupboard. He drank two sips of water and rode out on his bike.
Wait for him to come to the reception
It was about five in the afternoon.
At the same time, in the hospital ward.
At the moment, only Mu Mian and Xixi were there. Nie Sihui went out to get medicine for Mu Zhuo. The last batch of medicine had just been finished at noon, so he would not need to take it again once his injuries were more stable.
The bench was laid sideways, and Mu Xi sat alone on the bed, holding a pair of nail clippers and holding Mu Zhuo's hand. The little girl was carefully cutting her father's nails.
Her whole head was almost resting on her father's hand, her chubby little face was full of seriousness, as if she was doing something very important. After the haircut, she immediately tilted her head back and asked, "Dad, did I cut your flesh?"
Mu Zhuo's fatherly heart was at a loss, "No, no, just cut it casually, it's really neat!"
That tone and that expression made it easy for Mu Mian to suspect that her brother would not say a word even if his flesh was cut.
Mu Mian withdrew his gaze, sat at the table, and leaned over it to write and draw.
This table is a bit low. It is usually used to place daily necessities or meals. It is much shorter than the desk at home.
But it doesn't have much impact. The stool is just right for sitting on when it is laid down. Apart from the fact that the wooden edge hurts your butt a little, there is no other problem.
The father and daughter were chattering beside the bed, and Mu Mian's men didn't stop, occasionally joining in a few words.
More than ten years have passed since 1963, and the number on Mu Mian's passbook has finally exceeded five thousand.
The royalties from drawings only account for a small part of my income, the bulk of it comes from comic books, as I have been working with Shanghai publishing houses for nearly a decade.
Mu Mian's royalties can be said to have reached a top level, even though there are not many of her picture books in the bookstores in the provincial capital.
But in the Shanghai area, "Autumn Rain" is very famous, and the Capital Bookstore also has many picture books she painted in recent years.
Mu Mian naturally hadn't been there yet, it was her brother who told her about it.
Once when Mu Zhuo had some free time, he went to the bookstore to read it and found that it sold quite well.
As early as the 1970s, the method of settling Mu Mian's royalties was changed. Instead of a fixed fee, he received a commission based on the profits.
The advantage is that if the quality is good, you can get more money. The disadvantage is that it takes a long time to get the royalties, and if the sales are not good, the money you get may not be as much as the fixed royalties.
Mu Mian was not in a hurry to use the money and he was very confident in himself. He decided to take a chance and turn the bicycle into a motorcycle.
Facts have proved that this choice could not be more correct. She earned more than a thousand yuan in royalties last year alone.
So far, half of the goal of becoming a household with an annual income of 10,000 yuan has been achieved, which is cause for celebration!
But then again, although five thousand seems like a lot, it’s actually not that much when it comes to actually using it.
Mu Mian is very knowledgeable about housing prices in the 1970s.
Take the capital for example, courtyard houses cost at least tens of thousands, while other small ones are not that expensive, maybe one or two thousand, or even two or three thousand, and five thousand is enough to buy two houses.
The one in Hudong is cheaper, so you can consider buying there first.
Among all the real estate, the most valuable one is the big yellow croaker.
Mu Mian had never studied the price of gold these days, and he didn't know how much the big yellow croaker could be exchanged for.
No matter how many you can exchange, it will be one less piece if you use one.
Ultimately, you still have to make more money.
In February of this year, Bi Qin, who had been promoted to editor-in-chief, wrote to Nie Sihui. Over the past ten years, the friendship between these classmates has never been broken. They would correspond several times every year, talking about family matters and sending each other special packages.
The letter said that the Shanghai Animation Film Studio had some new moves regarding animation.
This is actually written for Mu Mian. You know, the animated film that was released last year was adapted from a comic book.
If you can change one book, you can change the second one.
Change it into a cartoon! Who wouldn’t be moved by this! !
Mu Mian was very excited. He spent a long time polishing this new book before he started to draw it. Now he is halfway through it. He was busy recently and didn't make much progress. So he took some time to start drawing again.
Although the film studios may not necessarily be impressed by her paintings, it never hurts to try hard.
What if?
The money from publishing is much more than the royalties, and it can be broadcast on TV. There are only a few TV channels these days. If it can be successfully adapted and shown, I’m excited just thinking about it!
Inside the ward, Mu Mian's hands moved very quickly. She had been painting for so long that she was very skilled at it.
After Mu Xi finished cutting her father's fingernails, she stuck out her little butt, moved a stool and sat at the end of the bed to cut her toenails as well.
But the toenails were a bit thick, hard, and as soon as one of the nails was cut, the little girl's chubby face immediately showed her teeth.
Mu Mian was afraid that the little girl would really cut her big brother's flesh, so she moved a stool over and said, "I'll do it, I'll do it."
Mu Xi reached out and handed the nail scissors to her aunt, "Dad's toenails are so hard to cut, mine are very easy to cut."
Mu Mian laughed, "You've never cut your hair yourself."
Mu Xi tilted her head and said, "Yeah, I'll cut it myself next time!"
Mu Zhuo: "Don't do that. It's easy to cut your flesh."
The child is tender-skinned, unlike him.
Mu Xi raised her little face and said, "Dad, you are so silly. It will hurt if I cut the flesh. If it hurts, I won't use too much force."
Three people were chattering in the ward.
When Wen Zhan parked his bike, put away his clothes and came to the hospital, Mu Mian happened to be taking Mu Xi out to fetch water to wash their hands.
Seeing Wen Zhuo coming in, Mu Zhuo asked casually, "What are you busy with?"
Wen Chen: "I went home and checked. I found that the bicycle at home was not in use, so I rode it here. Xiao Mian can ride it if she goes out to buy things in the morning."
Mu Zhuo smiled and said, "That's very nice!"
Mu Mian just happened to come in with Xixi, "What are you talking about? I think I heard my name."
Wen Chen said it again.
Before Mu Mian could say anything, Xixi got excited first, "Wow! Then Auntie can take me there! Auntie, let's go early tomorrow morning to get pig blood for Daddy!!"
Wen Chen handed over the key and said, "It's already parked in the yard, feel free to ride it, it's not needed at home for the time being."
The bike seat is covered in dust, and I don’t know how long his parents haven’t ridden it.
Mu Mian took it with a smile, "Hey, then I won't be polite. Thank you, Fourth Brother."
That’s so thoughtful!
It is really convenient to have a bicycle, and it is easy to go anywhere.
Mu Xi, who had only wandered around since coming here, looked very excited and repeated what he had just said, "Aunt, take me, take me there! Let's buy more and feed Dad so he can be plump and white!"
When this word was used, several adults laughed out loud at the same time. Baibai Pangpang is okay.
Mu Mian: "Not tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow morning."
There are still some big bones left. Although the weather is a bit cold in the morning and evening, it is still quite hot at noon. If you buy too many, they might go bad.
Mu Xi: "That's fine, you must wait for me, don't get up early and run away."
It can be seen that this little girl just wants to go out for a walk.
Mu Mian didn't stay here for too long. After Nie Sihui came back with the medicine, she took her notebook and pen back to the guesthouse to help her mother prepare some hospital meals for Mu Zhuo.
Halfway through, Mu Mian saw Xiao Cao passing by, so he gave the man two packs of pastries he had bought so that he could take them with him on the road.
Comrade Xiao Cao doesn't want to, but Mu Mian is someone who can argue with the auntie for several rounds.
Comrade Xiao Cao's level was not high enough, and the things were delivered in just a few words from Mu Mian.
The evening passed quickly.
The next morning, the sky was a little cloudy.
On the first floor of the guesthouse, Mu Mian and Nie Sihui were sleeping soundly next to each other, with no intention of waking up.
One got up too early yesterday, and the other didn’t sleep well the night before, so aren’t they sleeping very soundly now?
Comrade Xiaoshi was guarding the hospital last night. Mu Mian and the others had returned, but Xixi and Liu Shuangcui were sleeping in another room and hadn't woken up yet.
It's still early for them.
At the same time, on the second floor opposite.
Wen Zhan had already returned from his exercise. Cao Zile and Shi Anzhi also lived on the second floor.
By this time, Cao Zile had already packed his bags. He had no time to eat breakfast, so he just ate a few bites of food and drank some water before heading to the train station.
There was actually enough time, but the weather was cloudy and windy, and he was afraid it would rain halfway, so it was better to go early.
Cao Zile locked the door, carried the luggage and went straight to Wen Zhan's room.
Cao Zile has followed Wen Chen for quite a long time. Because he was young, he was assigned to Wen Chen as soon as he arrived at the army. Wen Chen usually treated him as his younger brother and they were very casual with each other.
Cao Zile was in a hurry to go out. Seeing that the door was ajar, he knocked once, then pushed the door open and said, "Brother Wen, I'll go home first."
In the room, a man who had just come out of the shower, with wet hair and bare chest, was thinking faster than his hands.
Before Cao Zile could say anything after pushing open the door, he had already grabbed the clothes next to him and put them on quickly.
When Wen Chen heard Xiao Cao's voice, he slowed down his hand that was pulling down the hem of his clothes.
Cao Zile, who was standing at the door, watched the whole series of actions.
Cao Zile: “???”
He was a little confused.
Wen Chen was very calm, "I think it's going to rain today, so we'd better go early and be careful on the road."
Cao Zile just came over to tell someone, and after Wen Zhan finished explaining, he responded twice and left.
Inside the room, Wen Chen was checking the door. He remembered that he had closed it to prevent what happened yesterday morning from happening again.
When grown men are together, it’s okay for them to be shirtless and wear shorts, but if female comrades see them doing this, it’s a bit impolite.
The hinges were a bit loose, and the door was probably blown open by the wind. Wen Zhan was thinking about finding a hammer to fix it later.
On the other side, Comrade Xiao Cao, who was walking quickly outside, had not yet figured out what his Captain Wen had just meant.
Why is it so weird? Why are you suddenly so particular about it?
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