The sound of the door opening suddenly rang. Lin Xiaoman was lying on the table and was painting with concentration. When she heard the sound, she turned around in confusion. After seeing the person coming, Mengmeng's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Sister, you're back~"

Xiaobudian jumped off the stool with a stool, ran over happily to hug his sister's thighs, and rubbed her head against her.

Looking down at the child in front of him, Lin Yanwan was a little stunned. It took a few seconds to correspond to her with the younger sister of a high school student in later generations.

It turns out that so long has passed.

She touched Lin Xiaoman's head, and her face showed warmth: "Xiaoman, where is her parents?"

"I'm going to work~" replied angrily.

Lin Yan nodded late and thought about it carefully. At this time, the factory at home had not yet gone bankrupt, but under the influence of the global financial crisis, it had already begun to lose money every month. If it follows the direction of its previous life, in a few years, my father's toy factory would go bankrupt.

This is the general trend. Even as a reborn person, she cannot find an effective solution in a short period of time.

"What is Xiaoman doing at home alone?"

"My parents go to work, no one plays with me, I will draw by myself, sister, look." Lin Xiaoman picked up the drawing paper, which was painted with blue sky, white clouds and sun, and there was a lion gnawing watermelon under the tree.

"Xiaoman painted so well." Lin Yanwan smiled.

She put her schoolbag on the sofa and picked up Lin Xiaoman and put it on her lap. She was in a very complicated mood.

Her sister has been sensible and obedient since she was a child, and she has good academic performance. She never lets her parents worry about her. Even if the factory at home goes bankrupt later, she will help her family relieve stress within her ability.

In order to pursue love, I married Jiang Xia after graduating from college, and I spent too little time on my family.

She sighed softly. In this life, Lin Yanwan decided to put family affection first and everything else had to be put back.

"Sister wants to draw with me?" Lin Xiaoman raised his hopeful little face to look at her.

"Okay." She smiled and took the pencil: "What should I draw?"

"Draw..." Lin Xiaoman held his chin with both hands, blinking his cute big eyes: "Sister can draw whatever you want."

She chuckled softly and began to outline it casually. With just a few strokes, she saw the outline of a little rabbit, holding a carrot in her hand, which looked very cute.

"Wow! Sister, this little rabbit has a bow on its head like Xiaoman!"

"Yes, Xiaoman is just a cute little rabbit. Do you like it?"

"I like it!" Lin Xiaoman raised his two scissors and placed his hands on his head, smiling brightly.

Lin Yanwan's smile did not diminish. Looking back, he still learned this painting technique from Jiang Xia. Although he only learned a little bit of a superficial painting, it was enough to draw some simple drawings.

After playing with my sister for a while, Lin Yanwan returned to her room and turned on the computer to check some things. She is a reborn person. If she can make good use of the information that future generations have poor currents, she can make arrangements in many aspects in advance, and even dreams that she never dared to imagine in her previous life.

Gradually, she discovered why this world is different from the ones in her memory? Some familiar names are completely incompatible with the number.

After several hours of surfing the Internet, Lin Yanwan had to accept the fact that he was reborn in a parallel world.

Although the world has changed a little, fortunately the general direction has not changed.

The bad news is that even if you remember the lottery number, it is useless. The good news is that after all the constraints of various rules and regulations, she can feel at ease to display more areas.

In order to verify this conclusion, she searched the Internet for familiar fields. Some famous piano music were missing, some were still there, while the entire Chinese music became riddled with holes, and many familiar stars and works were gone.

Lin Yanwan was stunned. Is this a cheat code that God saw that it was not easy for her and specially opened for her?

After all, Charlotte can become popular overnight after rebirth by copying songs, and she may not be able to do it as a music teacher at a training institution.

She suddenly remembered Jiang Xia, what would that guy do after he was reborn? Will he soar into the sky at the tide of this era?

Shaking his head and kicking Jiang Xia out of his mind.

Now, there are two roads in front of her. One is the road to the entertainment industry that can lead to the smooth road, and the other is to use the information we learned in our previous life to become a business star on other tracks.

Or, like an ordinary person, find a beloved man to marry and live a peaceful life? What is the meaning of rebirth?

Besides, her marriage with Jiang Xia has just broken down and she will no longer fall in love for at least a short time.

Even if a divorced person is not sure that his next relationship will be happy.

If you take love indifferently, maybe it’s good to be alone all the time.

Thinking of this, Lin Yanwan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened it again, her eyes were full of firmness!

——No matter which path you take, family first, career second, feelings... are optional.

"Sister, sister..." Lin Xiaoman walked into the room with a little bear, pouted, and looked at her pitifully: "Sister, I'm hungry..."

No longer thinking about these messy things, Lin Yanwan smiled slightly, and his tone was inexplicably lighter.

"I know, I'm going to make rice, will I eat the tender egg custard Xiaoman?"

"I want it!"

"Will my sister take you to the amusement park tomorrow?"

"Hehe, Xiaoman likes his sister the most!"

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The afterglow of the sunset became softer, and the light passed through the window, and Jiang Xia's skin was rendered orange-red.

After drawing this storyboard on his hand, he stretched his arms lazily and relaxed, and pinched his neck, which had become a little stiff.

After drawing intently for the afternoon, a thick stack of storyboards had been piled on the table. For the time being, I drew the storyboards for the first episode of the Cat and the Mouse. Although the drawing was not detailed enough, only a rough outline was enough, as long as he could understand it.

Moreover, with a storyboard, the speed of drawing original paintings will be much faster.

The storyboards are twisted up and released quickly, and you can clearly see the simple lines starting to move, and the story content expressed in it gradually overlaps with the scenes in your memory.

I don’t know if it was Jiang Xia’s illusion, but he always felt that after he was reborn, his painting ideas became surprisingly clear. Once he entered the focused and serious mode, he could quickly replicate the scenes in his memory. Not to mention that the classic masterpieces were perfectly reproduced, at least it looked very different.

Could it be...Is this the body and brain of an eighteen-year-old?
Chapter completed!