The effect of a cara worth tens of thousands is naturally excellent. She stored all her mories on an external hard drive.
After 2010, the internet developed more rapidly each year. She opened a Weibo account on Sina called [Miss Yan’s Self-Reliant Life], with a personal introduction stating [Orphaned at ten, self-reliant and able to feed and clothe herself well, blogging to record everyday monts].
At this ti, blogs were popular. She updated both her blog and Weibo simultaneously, with the content being her daily life.
The cara was left at ho to record, while she carried a small cara to capture daily monts away from ho.
Every morning, she would go out to buy groceries, walk the dog, eat, and record what she saw and heard on the way to school, the daily life in her class, what she had for lunch and dinner, and of course, Doudou, their dog...
Of course, she was also security-conscious. The na of her community, her school, and her own na were all edited with mosaics every night to block out potential ill intent. She didn’t flaunt her wealth, act pretentious, or fake anything. She aspired to beco a travel blogger and a food blogger, so her daily records were divided into public and private parts. Only she could see the private ones, and she never showed her face, only her back and blurred side profiles.
Her three als a day were recorded in videos if possible, while photos were only used for capturing morable monts.
This not only enhanced her Photoshop skills but also improved her filming, editing, and production skills. After all, as a Computer Departnt graduate, these small technical skills had beco muscle mory, making everything easy to operate.
Despite being only ten years old, the finished videos she produced, along with her comntary, and her evolving filming techniques, were impressive. To continue learning, she even borrowed many relevant books from the library to study. In short, studious Hua Yan was soone she admired herself.
Tangyuan herself had been studying piano since childhood, having encountered pianos through many lifetis. In this life, she had already passed Level 7. She planned to take Level 8 during the winter break. If she learned it in this life, she wanted to learn it well and thoroughly, regardless of whether she would pursue this path in the future. Otherwise, wouldn’t having such an expensive piano at ho go to waste?
In her art class, she engaged in various types, such as ink painting, pastel painting, and sketching, particularly ink painting. Combined with her expert-level calligraphy, it could be called a work of art. Even her teacher felt embarrassed in front of soone so talented at such a young age and recomnded that she learn under their own teacher, worried about wasting such a good talent.
In terms of piano, she wasn’t a child who practiced inconsistently; she practiced piano for an hour every day.
Sotis, if it got late and she was worried about disturbing the neighbors, she would think it over and over and eventually moved one of the pianos into her space, so she could practice no matter the ti or place.
With such a schedule, Hua Yan realized that aside from not being able to earn money for now, she seed to have plenty of ti!
The website won’t let her sign up to monetize? Then she’ll write for free!
Thus, Hua Yan opened an account with the pen na [Miss Yan Herself], and began writing traditional house fighting novels, avoiding ti-travel stories, set in an entirely fictional world similar to Dream of the Red Chamber, vividly portraying human emotions.
She didn’t update much, just two thousand words a day. Because it couldn’t be monetized, she honed her writing finely. Like gold, it would eventually shine, and once soone recognized her talent, the website would eventually notice her.
Having started writing online novels, she naturally didn’t forget to promote her Weibo and blog. From initially getting one or two comnts a day, within a month she was receiving dozens daily.
She deeply enjoyed the feeling of creating sothing from nothing, as it testified to her journey from failure to success. The road is long; she couldn’t rush, accumulating bit by bit until she would succeed.
Before she knew it, it was Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day. Although Hua Yan wanted to travel, she had neither a car nor the courage to squeeze in with the crowds. Instead, she walked the dog, cooked, read, edited, painted, practiced calligraphy, and played the piano. Living in Beijing, she thought it was unreasonable not to explore it fully.
So, she began making long guides for traveling in Beijing. Ard with a small cara and followed by the persistent Doudou, she started by avoiding the scenic spots and instead made precious guides of Beijing’s streets and alleys and culinary features, compensating for her intuitive impression of the old Beijing.
In seven days, from the second ring to the fifth ring, south to north, west to east, she specially bought a bicycle, leisurely wandering through Beijing’s streets and alleys, with Doudou, the spirited dog, following behind her. The two of them were quite at ease. Of course, this also ant she spent quite a bit of money on food.
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