Chapter 463: Zuo Yuan

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

"dad……"

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 forced a smile.

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

Hearing these words, Zuo Yuan smiled even more bitterly.

After "The Diary of a Middle School Student's Ghosts and Gods" was cut in half, he submitted three more drafts. Two short stories were approved and serialized in "Youth Future", which was considered a solution to the urgent need, but the full-length novel still failed.

Zuo Yuan blamed himself and hated himself for not seizing the opportunity, but the opportunity was fleeting, and if he wanted to serialize it now, it would 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 small steps, ran to the door, tiptoed, opened the door.

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

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

Divorced for two years, she is no different from that time... No, she should look better.

Zheng Ping bent over to pick up Xiao Chan, and glanced at Zuo Yuan, "Let me see if the big cartoonist is making a lot of money?"

"You want to take care of it? If you're okay, please go!" Zuo Yuan growled.

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

"What do you mean? It's true that Xiaochan is your daughter, but she's also a piece of my body. What's wrong with my daughter?" Zheng Ping sneered.

Zuo Yuan was speechless, glared at Zheng Ping, and fell silent again.

"Speaking of which, Zuo Yuan, I don't care if you fight for your dreams, but don't you drag my daughter into this hard work? Only those things you draw, ghosts like to look at them! With your 30,000 yuan savings, you said you could take good care of your daughter, so I handed her over to you. How are you doing now? Are you worthy of me?"

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

"I almost made it..."

"So you call unpublished comics success!? Your standards are really low. Zuo Yuan, I was blind at the time, so I fell in love with you. If you don't have the skills, you can learn from those fan cartoonists... that's right , aren't you good at drawing children? There are many 'gentlemen' who like young girls, right?" Zheng Ping glared at Zuo Yuan with her white eyes.

"Zheng Ping! Don't insult me ​​with those things! I have dignity!" Zuo Yuan slapped the table hard, with a grim expression on his face.

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 shivering Zuo Yuan, and took a deep breath, "I'm I came here to take Xiaochan away..."

"Put P!" Zuo Yuan interrupted Zheng Ping, "Why did you take him away?"

"Why? Because I am Xiaochan's mother! Zuo Yuan, I can't bear to let your daughter suffer so cruelly. Look at the life you are living now. Is it a human life? Xiaochan is here, and pets have nothing to do with you. What's the difference? You feed me when you have time, and leave 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.

"It doesn't matter if you don't! You're about to go to school, good boy." Zheng Ping said decisively, "Zuo Yuan, if you really think about your daughter, not for yourself and your poor dignity, then let me Take Xiaochan away!"

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

This decision was really too difficult for him.

To stay, to let go...

He couldn't make up his mind.

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

"Back then, you got 30,000, and I got 30,000. Now, I'll give you the other 30,000. Xiao Chan has nothing to do with you." Saying that, Zheng Ping dragged Zuo Chan to the door.

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

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

"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, "Even if I live in this crappy place, I wouldn't care about it? I'm not short of this money, I'm short of a daughter. Don't talk about dignity with me, just succeed first." Say it again."

With a "bang", Zheng Ping closed the door and pulled Xiao Chan out of Zuo Yuan's room.

There was a roar in the room, and Xiao Chan's face turned pale instantly. Every time she took two steps, she turned her head and looked up at Zheng Ping when she entered the stairs. Two tears had already slid down Zheng Ping's cheeks.

"Mom...you are crying."

"No, my eyes hurt a little."

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

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

Dignity, worthless... Hehe, let me draw a young girl...

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

But...he couldn't go on like this forever.

After hesitating again and again, Zuo Yuan wiped away his tears, picked up his cell phone, and called Xu Jie, "Teacher Xu? I want to talk to you."

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

"Um."

"What's up?"

"I... want to leave IC Future."

After Zuo Yuan uttered these words, his heart seemed to be broken, but his shoulders felt a little relieved.

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

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

"Are you at home?"

"Um."

"Wait for me for half an hour, and I'll come right away."

Xu Jie hung up the phone and glanced at the opposite side. The subway on the other side had just passed by, and he clenched the phone in his hand.

I just left Zuo Yuan's house, and now I'm going back... In the past half an hour, what happened?

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

Xu Jie took the return subway, returned to Zuo Yuan's residence again, knocked on the door, but found three handfuls of banknotes thrown on the ground.

"This is……"

"Xiao Chan's mother is here."

"Where's Xiao Chan?"

"He was taken away by her mother." Zuo Yuan let Xu Jie into the room.

As soon as he sat down, Xu Jie couldn't help but said, "You want to leave "ic future"? Why?"

"I woke up from the dream. I thought that as long as I worked hard, I would have a place in "ic future". Now that I think about it, I was really naive." Zuo Yuan sighed, "Mr. I can't get a foothold in "ic future". It's been a long time, I really trouble you... I want to go out and sharpen it first, please forgive me."

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

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