MTL - Stealing the Hero’s Cool Script-Chapter 208 Extra Story 2 (No Protagonist)

Although she has returned to Yin Beiqing's side, Yan Yu still cares about her family members in the parallel world and will always pay attention to the situation there.

Sister Yan Xin has been in a state of self-doubt for quite a long time after the divorce, and occasionally has extreme thoughts. At this time, Yan Yu will make a move, relying on the way of dreaming to remind her of some good things, and regain the memory of her youth. The dream finally helped her return to the job she once loved.

In the blink of an eye, my niece Yan Yue has also reached the age of high school. She has loved to paint and draw since she was a child, and would often secretly doodle on textbooks. At first she dared not tell her mother that she wanted to enter the Academy of Fine Arts, but One day, she suddenly received a courier at school, which contained a set of painting tools that she really wanted to buy, and a note that said "be brave".

So she went home that night and told her mother what she thought. At first, Yan Xin's expression was not very good-looking, but after seeing her daughter's sincere and expectant eyes, she compromised.

"You don't need to study medicine, but I hope that you will never be too enthusiastic about what you choose. Even though it may be difficult and the final result will be a bit cruel, you can accept it with optimism and calmness."

Yang Yue didn't expect her to agree so easily, and rushed over to hug her, "Mom! Thank you! I love you, love you, love you the most!"

The lifespan of human beings is indeed very short. Before his father passed away, in order not to shock everyone too much, Yan Yu entrusted them with dreams in advance. After waking up, even if they were far away abroad, they immediately bought air tickets and came back to say goodbye.

After her father left, she was afraid that her mother who was alone would be too lonely, so she picked a stray dog ​​and let it break into her mother's garden by "coincidence".

In the days that followed, it stayed with her mother until the last day of her old age, and as if someone had specially calculated it, on the second day of Yan Yu's mother's old age, it also left quietly.

It was probably at that time that Yan Xin confirmed the fact that her dead sister was protecting them in heaven.

As a doctor, she is a firm materialist, but she doesn't want to erase this little hope from the bottom of her heart.

If she hadn't often dreamed of her sister talking in her ear when she was sick, she might have left this world long ago.

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After graduating, Yan Yue worked in a game company for three years, but she resigned voluntarily in the fourth year.

Because she couldn't bear her creativity being changed beyond recognition under repeated suggestions from Party A, she decided to create comics by herself, and quickly drew a manuscript and sent it to the publishing house.

On the way out of the publishing house, a tall and thin woman walked past her, maybe she had hallucinations after staying up too long, Yan Yue felt that the woman's back was very similar to her deceased aunt.

She hurried up, but lost her way around the corner. At this moment, a girl holding a flyer came over, "Little beauty, do you want to see the house?"

Yan Yue looked at the leaflet with the eye-catching title "Jiangzhao Apartment GOOD! GOOD! GOOOOOOD! Buy it, buy it, buy it!", and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"No... no more."

Just as she was about to leave, the girl pulled her in enthusiastically, "Let me show you, it doesn't matter if you don't buy it."

Originally, she just wanted to listen to a few words politely and leave, but she didn't expect that girl to be so eloquent. From furniture to cinema, from grocery shopping to philosophy of life, and even a few casual words, she kept her going. The kind of life that has been expected since is clearly depicted.

"How much."

"Ah, did you buy it and didn't—what?"

"Let me ask you how much this room is." She pointed her finger out and said with a smile, "I want the six buildings, six floors, and six rooms you mentioned. I like the auspicious number."

"Wait, I'll get you the contract right away!"

Yan Yue has been conscious of saving pocket money since she was in high school, and even though she has been working for three years, her annual salary is not low.

She swiped the card quickly, and moved in the next day after handing over the house.

However, after being rejected several times in a row, she received an active contact from the publishing house she has always liked on the day of her stay. The other party said that she accidentally saw her short manga on the Internet and thought it was very interesting and wanted to try to cooperate.

At night, she had a dream on the bed in her new house, dreaming that her aunt was standing with a very beautiful woman, and behind them two children, one tall and one short, were pulling their braids and chatting with each other. Du's panda is eating an apple, and it will occasionally share half of it to give a bite to the pangolin next to it, which eats much slower.

This picture is so warm that outsiders are reluctant to disturb it.

She tentatively called out her aunt's name, but she didn't expect that the other party actually turned her head and smiled very gently.

It's just that she woke up too quickly and didn't hear Yan Yu's last words.

In the following year, Yan Yue's life went smoothly as if there was an invisible pusher behind her to help her. Not only was she full of inspiration and desire to create, but the popularity of her work also rose and she successfully published a booklet.

On her birthday, she returned to her mother's house to celebrate with her and her new husband.

Before blowing out the candles, they turned off the lights in the room, and Yan Yue made a wish under the watchful eyes of her mother.

"I hope my aunt can live a happier life in the world over there."

She opened her eyes and blew out the candles. Yan Xin came over and patted her head, "Don't worry about your aunt, she's doing well there, otherwise she wouldn't be showing off to your mother in her dreams."

"Really?" Yan Yue couldn't believe that such words came from her mother's mouth, "Aren't you a firm materialist?"

"Occasionally, sisterism."

Yan Yue smiled through tears, "Since this is the case, I have changed my mind. Since my aunt is so happy, then she should take good care of me."

"You child." Yan Xin pinched her nose.

"Wash your hands and go eat. The gift for you has been placed in the upstairs room."

"There are gifts."

Yan Yue ran upstairs excitedly, when the door was opened, the wind was too strong and the things on her table were blown to the ground.

She quickly squatted down to grab it, only to realize that it seemed to be a toy from her childhood when she grasped it in her hand.

It's an old rattle, but it still rings when you give it a little shake.

Thinking about it, my aunt bought it for her.

I heard from my mother that when she was a child, she would cry when she was not hugged, so Yan Yu bought this rattle for her to hold in her hand to play with, but she didn't expect it to really work.

"Mom probably found it by accident when she was packing up."

She put the rattle on the table to hold down the notebook, then rolled up her sleeves to wash her hands.

After she left, another gust of wind blew through the window, blowing up a page of the notebook under the rattle, and a line of writing appeared out of thin air on it, as if an invisible pen was writing.

—May your wishes come true.

The author has something to say:

I also wish everyone's wishes come true.