Chapter 419

Liu Xingyun left after lunch. Jiang Chan was not stingy and turned 5000 directly to Liu Xingyun's card. In the morning, half of the 10000 twinkling of an eye arrived, and Jiang Chan's eyelids didn't blink.

Liu Xingyun left two bottles of Medicine: "take this medicine, old lady. It's a month's amount. Come to me after eating it. I'll consider it according to the situation."

"Yes, thank you." Jiang Chan took the medicine, found a small bottle and filled the medicine: "I'll tell her it's vitamin C so that she doesn't feel she has a psychological burden."

After seeing Liu Xingyun off, Jiang Chan's heart calmed down a lot. Depression is not hopeless, but it takes a lot more energy in this process.

In fact, the reason why many patients with depression commit suicide is that they are not understood except for the suffering of illness. They feel abandoned by this society, as if no one will know when they die.

In the afternoon, as in the morning, Jiang Chan still nestled on the carpet of the living room, but she didn't write a program this time, but was ready to develop her main business.

Of course, the inspiration was given to her by the original owner Qiu Xin. Qiu Xin has always liked writing and painting, but because of her heavy work, her wish to write online has not been fulfilled.

Jiang Chan's vision, experience and so on are all there. After all, he is a student handed over by Jiang Sen. How bad can his writing skills be? After lunch, Jiang Chan looked up until the sun was shining all over the sky.

She wrote the outline and opening of the new article. Unlike ordinary writers who have to revise it repeatedly after writing, Jiang Chan basically doesn't change after writing, and writes like a God.

Xinwen, she thought of the first world she had crossed. She had lived in that world for more than 60 years. When she died, she was more than 70 years old. In such an era when everyone was only 60, she really lived a long life.

In those 60 years, she witnessed the rise of a big family and the ups and downs of the imperial court. Now what she wants to tell is such a story. She wants to record the world she has experienced.

Maybe the world doesn't exist in other people's eyes, but in Jiang Chan's eyes, these are what she has experienced personally.

With the blessing of memory, Jiang Chan's writing went smoothly. Before dinner, she had written the opening 10000 words except the outline.

Upload to the most famous website at present, and look at the page is waiting for approval. Jiang Chan just closed the computer: "I'll cook dinner. After dinner, let's go out for a walk?"

Feng Yuanmo was silent, and Jiang Chan didn't think so. He went to the kitchen to be busy.

After dinner, it was completely dark. Jiang Chan holds Feng Yuan ready to go out. When changing shoes by the door, Feng Yuan is silent and full of resistance.

Jiang Chan smiled: "we went out to relax and stayed at home all day. It's boring. Mom, you should accompany me. I haven't come back for a long time. I want to see the changes here."

Perhaps moved by Jiang Chan's words, Feng Yuan followed Jiang Chan out of the door. Only when his fingers unconsciously pinched Jiang Chan's wrist, could he see the tension in her heart.

The lights in the corridor were dim and no one moved around. Feng Yuan relaxed a little.

"Lao Lu, you are really lucky today. You won alone among us..."

Suddenly, a rough voice came from the corridor. Feng Yuan was surprised and subconsciously stopped. Jiang Chan patted her back: "it's all right. That's uncle Lu downstairs. They're on the third floor. We can't meet them."

Hearing the silence in the corridor again, Feng Yuan was quiet. This time she followed Jiang Chan step by step, a bit like a frightened bird.

Jiang Chan couldn't bear it, but she still hardened her heart to do so. Feng Yuan can't stay at home all the time. Taking her out was a challenge to her at first, and then she will get used to it gradually.

She will never be good if she doesn't go out. Only by opening herself to embrace the world can she recover better. Although there are many disappointments in the world, it is still good on the whole.

Taking Feng Yuan downstairs, Jiang Chan helped her around the community. Although it is a winter night, the children's enthusiasm does not seem to be defeated by the cold weather.

They had a good time playing on the slide exercise equipment downstairs. The children's crisp frolicking sound came. Feng Yuan stopped. Jiang Chan simply took Feng Yuan to sit down on the bench next to him and watched the children play from a distance.

Watching the children play, Jiang Chan's head is empty, as if her grandson and granddaughter also played under her lap in her first life, which also made her enjoy the happiness of her family.

"Aunt, this is my shuttlecock." coldly, a multicolored chicken feather shuttlecock flew to Jiang Chan's eyes, and Jiang Chan grabbed it faster than reason.

A little girl with a pigtail came timidly, and her tone was a little weak.

Jiang Chan smiled and handed the shuttlecock. The little girl took the shuttlecock and twisted her round body to play with the children again.

After seeing this for twenty minutes, Jiang Chan touched Feng Yuan's hand and said, "let's go back."

Feng Yuan was motionless and kept his eyes on the children. Jiang Chan took her to stand up: "if you like to see these, tomorrow we will go to the big square, where there are more people and more games."

"Now come home with me. Your hands are cold now. If you catch a cold, it's bad. Be obedient."

It's like taking care of a little doll. Fortunately, the doll is obedient enough.

Taking Feng Yuan back, Jiang Chan waited on Feng Yuan to soak her feet and kneaded her again. Jiang Chan was idle. She still has a lot to do tomorrow. Feng Yuan's body needs conditioning, which requires a lot of herbs. She still has time to go to the traditional Chinese medicine room.

Also take time to do tasks to make money. At present, the income of online text is basically not. Her main source of income still needs to be written in code. In addition, the house layout of the old house and so on all need money.

At this time, the ginger cicada will make complaints about it. You said you worked in Shanghai for more than two years, basically you didn't have any savings. Why? People are tired and half dead. The old mother still suffers from depression at home alone. They all feel sad.

After planning the trip in recent days, Jiang Chan went to the backstage of the website to have a look before going to bed. Seeing the approved vocabulary, Jiang Chan picked her eyebrow.

Looking at the backstage, there is already a writer's short message to the effect that Jiang Chan's new book has reached the signing standard. Let Jiang Chan contact the responsible editor to sign the contract.