"Uncle."

"Um?"

"Is life always so painful? Or is it only when I was a child?"

"How the hell do I know this? You are too old and you have to learn to think independently."

“Ah? Shouldn’t you say ‘always like this’?”

"Why did I say this? Oh, are you peeking at the script I wrote again? If you don't get rid of you, you won't have a memory, right?"

“Because it’s very exciting…”

On a winter night, under the neon lights on the side of the road, two people, one big and one small, were squatting there. The big man was wearing a black coat that was already outdated, with a light-colored shirt inside. His pants and shoes looked quite fashionable, but they didn't know what they had experienced, but they seemed to have the potential to enter the recycling bin.

Looking at the face alone, the man seems to be not old, but the messy beard that he hadn't cleaned up seriously for a long time has a little mist for the man's age. Although his face is quite sloppy, he doesn't look annoying with his delicate facial features and beautiful facial contours.

The little girl looks unusual in dress. Although she looks a little lost because she has been washed a few times, as long as she comes to someone who can find out at a glance, you can see that the girl is almost all big brands, and there are two types that are not even found on the market.

As for the face, it was clean and clean. Although it was not made of makeup and the face was a little tender, just a glance was made inadvertently, the brilliance on the face could occupy all people's attention and refresh the definition of beauty in people's hearts.

The thin snow continued to fall slowly, and the soft lights showed different outlines of snowflakes again and again, and the two people of the big and small were also talking nonsense.

"Uncle, since I have written the script, why don't you try to shoot it?" The squatting girl held her head with one hand, then looked at Ye Che, who was biting a cigarette butt boredly, and said, "I have a premonition that such films will definitely have a market in the West! Even in China, there will definitely be many people who will buy it!"

"What's my money?" Ye Che rolled his eyes speechlessly, "The little money you earn from working is not enough for you to eat, so you're going to make movies."

"Hey?! Is your appetite twice as good as mine?" Su Mo, who felt that he was wronged, protested with dissatisfaction: "And uncle, you always have to go to the restaurant. It's weird that the money is not going to be too fast."

"Why should I go to the restaurant?" Ye Che sighed sadly when he heard Su Mo say this. "Before meeting you, I really didn't expect that someone would be so unpalatable to cook..."

"I just learned it for a while! It is understandable that it is a little bit unpleasant, right?"

"Do you have only one thing that doesn't taste good?!"

Ye Che, who rolled his eyes again, felt sad again, reached out to hold the cigarette in his mouth into his hand, and then exhaled a deep breath of white air into the air.

Of course, this white air is just because the weather is cold and has nothing to do with tobacco.

After all, Ye Che doesn't like smoking, and he can even be said to be disgusted. The cigarette in his mouth is just a decoration.

As for the reason why I don’t like it but still hold it in my mouth, probably because the more annoying things I hate, the easier it is to make Ye Che feel sober?

Ye Che, who handed the cigarette back to his mouth, looked up at the sky.

Speaking of which, as a serious time traveler, he has been in this world for almost a year.

As a result, I have been in a position to be able to eat and have to sing...

Speaking of which, it is not a waste of Ye Che. After all, as an old man who has been literary and middle-aged in his previous life, he has seen countless works and has a little bit of brush in many fields. After traveling through it, the things in his memory are even clearer, and the things in his memory are not all in this familiar and unfamiliar world.

As for why I can still make such a miserable fortune with such a huge treasure house, it is simple to say, it is just too lazy to do anything else.

Even when he first came over, Ye Che, who was dragging his new body, was ready to find somewhere to die like he did in his previous life. However, due to the occurrence of some things and the timely changes in his mentality, those bad ideas were always thrown into the trash can.

Now that things have come, Ye Che no longer thinks about death, and finally has some determination to finish the rest of his life.

Once a person wants to continue to live, the first thing that is right in front of him is the survival issue.

Although the various social welfare benefits in China in this world are quite good and people are under such pressure, Ye Che, who only goes to work after thinking about it, of course, lives a tight life. With a little more expense, it will be like today, and you can't even pay for the money to buy a bowl of noodles.

By the way, Ye Che did not inherit the original owner's memory, but just roughly got some information about the original owner from the surrounding living environment. Speaking of which, this guy not only looks similar to Ye Che, but also has a lot in common in his life.

It’s okay if you don’t have a father or a mother, but the key is that you’re still fucking poor!

grass!

Since the old man who couldn't get his original body was naturally ready to think of other ways. After so many days of thinking, Ye Che finally decided to do his old business, write scripts, Dangdang screenwriter submits some manuscripts, or even sells songs...

Having such a big treasure house, no matter how much you say, you can make a big difference, and even say that you can realize some of your ideals and other things...

However, the script was written recently, and it was not too late to run to major film and television companies like a dog. In this life, Ye Che was not going to do this, so he just held it in his own hands.

The most likely way to make money at the moment is probably what novelist competition I participated in a few days ago?

But after all, it was just invested not long ago, so Ye Che's current survival status cannot be changed for the time being.

Logically speaking, there should be an echo soon, right?

Shaking his head and stopping thinking about these bad things, Ye Che sighed deeply and said, "Let's go later. Look at the traffic of this person, I hope you can at least make some money."

"Oh." Hearing this, the girl who seemed to be less than 18 years old expressed doubts again, "But uncle, do you really know how to sing? Your guitar was bought from the second-hand market last month. I didn't see you if I bought it? I asked me, uncle, you should betray your color! It's much more reliable than singing!"

"Bad, I'm not selling myself." Ye Che, who stretched out his hand and gave the pretty girl a head-breaking Ye Che, said angrily: "But you, you're almost done, hurry up and go home to admit your rich dad's mistake, and then cheat some money to support me, the pauper."

"I don't want it. It's impossible to go back. It's impossible to go back in this life." The girl who heard Ye Che said this shook her head like a slap drum. "If you want to go back, you will wait until the old man dies before going back. Isn't it a pleasure to just inherit the family property when I go back? Moreover, the old man's health is not very good at all, so he insists on marrying a young man. The old ox plows the new land. Who will die early if he doesn't die early?"

"You are still young and ignorant." Ye Che couldn't help but sigh, and then educated with great thoughts: "Dad is not important, money is the king! What if you go back, your father is already undermined and forced to sign a will? In this way, you won't get a penny!"

"So that's how it is, uncle!" Su Mo suddenly realized, "It's worthy of being you!"

...........

Not far from Ye Che, a passerby who seemed to be waiting for someone stopped lighting his cigarette hand, then looked at his companion with a trembling trembling, and then whispered, "Although I'm trying to persuade the lady to go back, is this really okay..."

"How the hell do I know?" He lit his own cigarette with a trembling trembling. The man's companion said with his eyes and nose looking at his nose and heart: "The lady seems to have a good impression of this person. Why do we care about such a mess..."

"That's right..." Nodded, the man nodded, and stopped taking out the lighter again, but directly brought the cigarette in front of his companion.

"Fuck! What are you doing?"

"I'm an old partner, what's wrong with litting a cigarette from mouth to mouth? It's a big fuss."

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Chapter completed!