Age: My Small World

"Hey bro, want some rice cakes? They're freshly made and sweet."

The man selling rice cakes was a young man; he seemed quite honest.

Yang Jun casually held up two fingers: "Let's weigh two jin."

The stall owner's eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll weigh it for you right away."

He set up his stall here for half a day, but not many people bought rice cakes. There were many onlookers, and some people were even hoping that he wouldn't sell any so they could buy them from him at a lower price later.

The young man finally understood why there were so few people selling rice cakes anymore; it turned out that most people had been ripped off, and he never made them again.

Of course, some people do make money, but it takes time and experience to hone their skills.

He had already planned to start other businesses after selling all these rice cakes.

Yang Jun cut two pounds of rice cake and started tasting it directly.

The freshly made rice cakes are sticky, but they taste extremely sweet and delicious.

Of course, it would taste even better with a little sugar added.

Yang Jun, however, had something even better: royal jelly.

Add royal jelly to rice cakes, and then take a bite—it's an absolute delicacy.

"It really is delicious." Yang Jun nodded.

Meanwhile, the little fish was enjoying its meal.

The two of them didn't need to eat anything else; two pounds of rice cakes were enough for breakfast.

the other side.

There was an extra person in Shen Tang's office today.

"Old Shen, could you please help me get in touch with this student of yours? His writing is truly inspired; it would be a shame if he didn't write."

"I'm not asking him to just write books. He should take care of his work when he needs to, and just write whenever he has a spare moment."

The visitor turned out to be Ning Weisheng, an editor from a newspaper in the capital.

Ever since he serialized Yang Jun's novel, he had witnessed Yang Jun's talent and once thought that a genius writer was about to rise.

Who would have thought that almost two years had passed, and that person still hadn't produced any more works? How could Ning Weisheng bear it? So he went directly to Shen Tang, since it was Shen Tang who had helped Yang Jun submit his articles to him.

Shen Tang was also in a real bind.

“Old Ning, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but Yang Jun has already graduated and started working. His organization is a bit special, and he might not have that much time to mess around. If we delay his work, then it will be our fault.”

It wasn't that he didn't want Yang Jun to pursue a career as a writer; it was just that the situation was quite tense recently, and he was afraid that Yang Jun might accidentally write some sensitive words in his articles, which would then be seen by the public and make him a prime example of such a situation.

Given this grim situation, Shen Tang didn't want to talk much with Ning Weisheng. However, Ning Weisheng had already subtly found out the location of Yang Jun's workplace. He planned to go and take a look himself. As for asking Old Shen to come along? He decided against it, lest Old Shen stop him again.

After Ning Weisheng left, Shen Tang thought for a moment and then took out an envelope to write a letter to Yang Jun, telling him not to jeopardize his future for short-term gains.

There's not much he can offer in terms of reminders; saying anything more wouldn't be appropriate.

"Huh? What kind of planning bureau is this? There are even such units?"

Ning Weisheng found the planning bureau's location in no time.

Seeing that it was already afternoon, he hurriedly asked the security guard, only to be shocked to find that Yang Jun was no longer in the planning bureau, meaning that he had left empty-handed again.

"Brother, do you know which unit Comrade Yang Jun has been transferred to? I really need to talk to him about something urgent."

Ning Weisheng's situation is due to the decline of writers.

In the past year or two, there have been fewer and fewer writers who can create innovative works, let alone innovative newcomers. Most of them produce mediocre works that are hardly worthy of serious consideration. Just when he was at his wit's end, Ning Weisheng suddenly remembered his old friend's student, the one who had amazed him.

However, upon checking, he discovered that he hadn't created anything in a long time. This made Ning Weisheng feel that there was an extreme leniency towards talent, and he seemed to see the final fate of a child prodigy.

That's why Ning Weisheng came looking for Yang Jun, hoping he could try his best to salvage the situation.

What he didn't know was that Yang Jun had no intention of writing anymore.

The situation was already so-so. If he became even more active, what if someone started watching him?

This isn't entirely unfounded; some people are indeed very easy to target.

At that moment, Yang Jun and Xiao Yu'er were enjoying a candied hawthorn.

They walked and wandered for a long time, and before they knew it, they had arrived at this square.

Looking at the solemn city gate, Yang Jun wished he could take out his phone to record this moment, but unfortunately that was impossible.

He had no choice but to settle for second best and simply found a secluded spot and pulled out a picture book.

"Little fish, stand in front, I'll draw you a picture."

Cheng Xiaoyu stood timidly a short distance away, holding a skewer of candied hawthorns with only one candied hawthorn left, and remained completely still.

Yang Jun chuckled and said, "Alright, just strike a pose. I've already memorized what you look like."

"So fast?"

"Of course, mainly because you're already vividly etched in my mind, so why would I need to look at you again?"

Yang Jun's words made the little girl tremble with fear again.

She casually handed a candied hawthorn to Yang Jun's mouth: "Brother Xiaoshan, you eat it."

"it is good."

Yang Jun took a bite of the last candied hawthorn.

The main appeal of this thing is its sweetness; he doesn't actually like the hawthorn inside.

Before long, under Cheng Xiaoyu's watchful gaze from behind, a painting quickly took shape.

Yang Jun was telling the truth. Cheng Xiaoyu was truly vivid in his mind. With his super memory, Yang Jun even remembered the exact location of her hair.

So when he finished drawing it, Cheng Xiaoyu was surprised to find that the drawing really looked exactly like her, and more importantly, the pose she had just struck was also 100% accurate.

"Brother Xiaoshan is amazing!"

A feeling of admiration silently welled up in Cheng Xiaoyu's heart once again.

Actually, Yang Jun didn't learn this skill intentionally; it's mainly because his memory is too terrifying.

In addition, he grasped the essence of the Five Elements Fist, which allowed him to perfectly control every bit of force in his hands, resulting in a painting that was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Alright, Little Fish, see if this is okay."

In front of his lover, Yang Jun made no attempt to hide his feelings, and even waited with a touch of pride for praise.

Sure enough, the little girl immediately exclaimed excitedly, "Brother Xiaoshan, your drawing is just like that photo! How much money would you make if you painted for people here?"

Yang Jun's smile froze. So you just see me as a money-making machine?

He pinched the little girl's cheek hard, as if it were payment for the painting. (End of Chapter)