After Zuo Yuan sent away Xu Jie, he closed the door weakly.

"father……"

The well-behaved daughter stood by the door, looking at Zuo Yuan with big eyes.

"Huh? It's okay... After two days, Dad will take you out to play." Zuo Yuan grinned reluctantly.

The daughter shook her head, "Xiao Chan doesn't like that Dad is unhappy."

Zuo Yuan smiled even more bitterly when he heard these words.

After "A Middle School Student's Diary of a Ghost and God" was cut in half, he submitted three more drafts, and the two short stories were passed. They were serialized on "Shounen Future", which solved the urgent need, but the long one still failed.

Zuo Yuan blamed himself, and hated that he didn't seize the opportunity, but the opportunity was fleeting. If he wants to serialize it now, I am afraid it will be even more difficult.

But if he can't serialize, what kind of cartoonist is he?

"Boom..."

The door was knocked, Zuo Yuan just raised his head, Zuo Chan took a small step, ran to the door, tiptoed, opened the door.

Zuo Yuan was about to pass, and Zuo Chan said, "Mom..."

"Zheng Ping, why are you here?" Zuo Yuan looked at the young woman who entered the house coldly.

After two years of divorce, she was no different from then... No, it should be better.

Zheng Ping bent over to hug Xiaochan, and glanced over Zuo Yuan, "I'll see if the big cartoonist is making a lot of money?"

"You want to control? If you're okay, please go!" Zuo Yuan growled.

At this moment, there was a fiery feeling on his face, and he couldn't stand the pity in Zheng Ping's eyes.

"What do you mean? Xiaochan is not fake from your daughter, but it is also a piece of meat on my body. What is wrong with my daughter?" Zheng Ping sneered.

Suffering from Zuo Yuan, he glared at Zheng Ping, and remained silent.

"Speaking of which, Zuo Yuan, you fight for your dreams, I can't control it, but don't you take my daughter to eat this asceticism? Only those things you paint, ghosts like to see! When I left, I gave it to you. With your savings of 30,000 yuan, you said that you could take good care of your girl, so I gave her to you. What do you look like now? Are you worthy of me?"

"I..." Zuo Yuan suddenly felt a little bitter in his mouth, "I almost succeeded..."

"So you call unpublished comics a success!? Your standards are really low. Zuo Yuan, I was blind at the time, and I fell in love with you. If I don't have the skills, I will learn from the comic books of those fanciers... That's right. , Aren't you good at drawing children? Young girls or something, there are a lot of'gentlemen' like it?" Zheng Ping glared at Zuo Yuan with white eyes.

"Zheng Ping! Don't use those things to insult me! I have dignity!" Zuo Yuan patted the table severely, his expression grim.

Zuo Chan hugged her mother's neck tightly in fright. Zuo Yuan had never spoken loudly in front of her.

"Dignity? Do you still have the face to talk about dignity? Before you succeed, don't take dignity too seriously, it's worthless!" Zheng Ping straightened her hair, looked at the shaking Zuo Yuan, and took a deep breath. Come here to take Xiaochan away..."

"Put p!" Zuo Yuan interrupted Zheng Ping, "Why are you taking him away?"

"Why? I am Xiaochan's mother! Zuo Yuan, you are cruel to make your daughter suffer, but I can't help it. Look at the life you are living now, do you live it? Xiaochan is here with pets What's the difference? You have time to feed the couple, and throw it aside when you don't have time. Are you worthy of being a father?" Zheng Ping retorted.

"Mom, Dad didn't..." Zuo Chan defended his father.

"No, no! You're about to go to school soon, be good." Zheng Ping said flatly, "Zuo Yuan, if you really want to do it for your daughter, not for yourself and you with the pitiful dignity, let me Take Xiaochan away!"

Zuo Yuan looked at Zuo Chan, who was pouting in Zheng Ping's arms, and clenched his fists, his nails deeply embedded in the flesh.

This decision is really too difficult for him.

Is to stay, is to put...

He can't make up his mind.

Zheng Ping snorted coldly, put down Zuo Chan, took out 30,000 yuan in cash from her inner pocket, and threw it on the table.

"Back then, you took 30,000, and I took 30,000. Now, I'll give you another 30,000, Xiaochan has nothing to do with you." Zheng Ping took Zuochan and walked outside the door.

"Mom...I want Dad..."

"What do you want him to do?" Zheng Ping wrinkled her nose and glared at Zuo Yuan, "Nothing to do."

"Enough!" Zuo Yuan smashed the table and threw 30,000 yuan to Zheng Ping. "Take your money and get out!"

Zheng Ping glanced at the house and snorted coldly, "This shabby place, even if I live in it, is it not rare for me? I don't need this money, I lack a daughter. Don't talk to me about dignity, first succeed. Say it again."

With a "bang", Zheng Ping closed the door and pulled Xiaochan out of Zuoyuan's room.

There was a roar in the room, Xiao Chan's face instantly paled, every two steps he walked, he looked back at him, until he entered the stairs, he looked up at Zheng Ping, two tears already slipped from Zheng Ping's cheeks.

"Mom...you cried."

"No, my eyes hurt a bit."

Zheng Ping shook her head slightly and shook Zuo Chan's hand lightly, but she sighed in her heart, if that wood, if not so stubborn...how good would it be?

In the room, Zuo Yuan sat weakly in front of the workbench, his mind full of Zheng Ping's words.

Dignity, hopeless... Ha ha, let me draw a young girl...

"I...I didn't choose to draw comics because of those things--no!" Zuo Yuan threw the pen out angrily, but tears flowed out in despair.

But... he can't keep going like this.

After hesitating again and again, Zuo Yuan wiped away his tears, picked up the phone, and dialed Xu Jie's number, "Ms. Xu? I want to tell you something."

"Now?" Zuo Yuan just got off the subway.

"Ok."

"what's up?"

"I... want to leave "icfuture"."

After Zuo Yuan said these words, his heart was broken, but there was some relief on his shoulders.

"Wait, teacher, do you have any difficulties?" Xu Jie asked quickly.

"No... this is my own decision." Zuo Yuan said with his head lowered.

"Are you at home?"

"Ok."

"Wait for half an hour, and I will come right away."

Xu Jie hung up his cell phone and glanced at the opposite side. The subway from the opposite side had just drove over and clenched the phone in his hand.

I just came out of Zuo Yuan's house, and now I want to go back again...for half an hour, what happened?

The details can only be known when he sees Zuo Yuan.

Xu Jie took the returning subway ~lightnovelpub.net~ and returned to Zuoyuan's residence again, knocked on the door, but noticed three handfuls of banknotes thrown on the ground.

"this is……"

"Xiaochan's mother is here."

"Where is Xiaochan?"

"Taked away by her mother." Zuo Yuan general Xu Jie let into the room.

Just sitting down, Xu Jie couldn't help but said: "You are leaving "icfuture"? Why?"

"I woke up from the dream. I thought that as long as I worked hard, "icfuture" would have a place for me. Now that I think about it, I was really naive." Zuo Yuan sighed, "Ms. Xu, my current strength is impossible. Based on "icfuture". For such a long time, I really trouble you... I want to go out and sharpen it, please forgive me."

Xu Jie opened his mouth slightly and looked at Zuo Yuan blankly, trying to persuade him, but he couldn't say these words at all.

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