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Because of its high latitudes, marine climate, and historical low agricultural production capacity, British dishes have always been famous for their monotony and unpalatable.
Breakfast is never free from bacon sausages and eggs. Generally speaking, every breakfast is made up of them. It has been two days since Zhenbai arrived in the UK. As a foodie, she was very uncomfortable for a while and missed the delicious food very much. However, the constraints at home were too serious. There was no way to go to those foreign restaurants. It was so helpless.
Zhenbai thought a little depressedly, hoping that Xiaoliu could come here early. At this time, she carefully cut the grilled sausage with a fork, and her movements were elegant and slow, but after eating for a long time, she didn't even finish one-fifth.
Zhenbai's mother is an authentic British man. She has long golden hair, fair skin, and emerald-like eyes. At this time, she looked at Zhenbai with sler eyebrows slightly frowned, and said unhappily: "Does these not suit your appetite?"
"Yeah." Zhenbai nodded.
"..." She really didn't expect that Zhenbai would say this so bluntly. She couldn't help but feel a little angry and couldn't help but say, "You have to get used to it if you can't get used to it. When you go to Manchester University to class in the future, these things will be hard to eat."
As soon as she said it, she continued, "And you can draw honestly for me. Comics are just not doing their jobs. You should not draw for me. I have contacted you with the exhibitor. Next month, you can use your works to officially make you a famous painter. I have laid the foundation for your future. You can go easily without having to draw comics all day long. What kind of artistic can that thing have more than a dozen pictures a week? This is simply a waste and waste of your talents. You have to understand..."
"I won't go to the University of Manchester." Mabaya suddenly raised his head and said denial.
Looking at the stubbornness in Zhenbai's expression and interrupting her words, she suddenly became a little annoyed: "You are just a fool! Do you think comics are simple? Although this kind of thing is not a business thing, it is also very difficult. How much effort, how much effort, how much effort, how much effort, how much effort, how much effort, how much effort, how much effort, and how much effort to achieve success? And it also requires a good story. Do you think you can really write a good story?"
"I think you seem to underestimate her." At this moment, Zhenbai's grandfather suddenly interrupted, and he had not spoken. At this time, he placed the knife and fork on the plate, wiped his lips, and then said, "Zhenbai's comics are already successful enough."
"success?"
"Well, you don't understand the child at all, just make random comments. This is embarrassing, do you know?"
"Father!"
"After listening to me... I'm different from you, but I'm watching it seriously. This is a very good work, a soulful work."
The real white mother was stunned for a moment when she listened to her grandfather's comments. She didn't know what to say.
"Her comics are serialized in a Japanese magazine. The weekly sales volume of this magazine is 5 million copies, and the sales volume of her single comics has exceeded 10 million copies in the world. The recent animations have also caused quite a stir among the young people in the UK. Very good-looking anime. It's very interesting--I have a fri who comments like this."
"this……"
"You should be happy and glorious for your child. She has found and chosen her own path. She has been very interested in comics since a long time ago. You should know, but you have always preted not to know. You should understand that Zhenbai has grown up and you cannot continue to use such powerful power to restrain her. This is not for her good, but is truly erasing her. Everyone has their own life. Since she has chosen this path and has come here, why don't you bless me?"
"..." Zhenbai's mother didn't know what to say for a moment.
Zhenbai couldn't help but feel a little moved when he heard these words. It turned out that grandpa was paying attention to him all the time, and she looked at him with some gratitude.
"Since it's your choice...ah." Zhenbai's mother said helplessly.
"Speaking of this, I recently got a news that Xiao Zhenbai seems to have a boyfri." Zhenbai's grandfather suddenly spoke.
"What?!" Zhenbai's mother stood up and showed a shocked look: "Zhenbai, have you gotten a boyfri? Why don't you say... what's your name?"
Seeing his mother's concern, Zhenbai couldn't help but smile and said, "His name is..."
...
...
After completing the passport, Xiao Liu got on the plane with some luggage.
Sitting in the first class seat, I took the juice handed over by the flight attant and said casually: "Just use a regular set meal for lunch."
"yes."
Xiao Liu looked at the sea of clouds outside the window and was speechless for a moment.
In about ten hours, you will come to the UK.
Speaking of which, there is really a wonderful premonition.
Thinking of Zhenbai's family, he might stop him and prevent Zhenbai from continuing to draw comics, his expression became more decisive.
No matter who or what is the situation, he cannot let Zhenbai leave his side. He must firmly grasp Zhenbai. Whether it is his heart or body, this is a kind of love that is so hot that it is almost boiling.
It is unstoppable, inevitable, for some reason, his knot in his heart that had been long ago suddenly became clear at this moment.
There may be a lot of ups and downs in the future, there may be a lot of excitement, and may have higher achievements. He did not have the slightest fear and continued to look forward to it.
Move forward as always.
Until the peak.
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The story has not ed, and the story will never be summarized, but there is still a rest, so we will here.
A long time ago, I wrote my writing status and writing philosophy into the book. I said that if creation is an interest, a hobby, or a thing I like, but it will be very hard to make it a task, a responsibility, and a burden. From a long time ago, I had this feeling that writing has changed from a hobby to a burden, and daily updates are very hard. So the update has not been up. If you continue to write, it is nothing more than repeated content and repeated content. What is the meaning of writing? Why not leave more room for imagination to you until now.
Not a eunuch. Although he is suspected of being unfinished, he is also a strategic completion.
Chapter completed!