Chapter 92 The uncle arrives
Yuhang City Writers Association.
Li Guoru stood in the lounge with a cigarette in his mouth, holding a brush in his hand and writing on the rice paper on the table.
He is 63 years old this year and has retired. When he has nothing to do, he comes to the Writers Association to hang out, drink tea with some old friends, chat, and share recent masterpieces.
It is also fun to practice calligraphy on a whim.
"Your words are really ugly." Sun Jingchun next to him glanced at it and commented with a smile, "You have no edge and no strength. You haven't eaten, right?"
"You're the only one who talks a lot." Li Guoru glanced at him, but he wasn't angry. After all, after decades of friendship, it's common for them to complain, laugh and scold each other. "Are you done with your work?"
"No, what's the hurry? ." Sun Jingchun straightened his sparse head and put on an old man's hat. "National Day is a time for rest. Let's talk about work after the holiday."
"Then what you just said. Are you saying you are busy?”
“Isn’t it because there is still something to do before the National Day?” Sun Jingchun shook his head, “This year our province established an Internet Writers Association, and there are so many small things that cannot be taken seriously by the superiors. We have to recruit people from the Writers Association to help.”
"Oh, that's what happened." Li Guoru put down the brush in his hand and asked curiously, "Then what are you busy with? This Internet writer just writes things on the Internet."
" It's National Day recently. In October, a group of online writers will apply to join the membership, and they all have to be approved." Sun Jingchun took out a pack of cigarettes from Li Guoru's pocket and said while taking one out, "There are also recommendation quotas for those online writing platforms. , there are quite a few of them."
"So what do you say now?" Li Guoru lit a cigarette for him and asked, "What is written on the Internet is not as good as ours. ?”
“What a fart.” Sun Jingchun rolled his eyes, “You can’t even look at it, so it’s just a fool.” When creating online, more people will see it, and the influence will gradually increase.”
“You still don’t understand this kind of thing? This is something to consider.”
“That’s the truth.” Li Guoru nodded and put out the cigarette in the ashtray.
His cell phone happened to ring. Li Guoru raised his hand to signal, and then answered the phone: "Hello?"
"I know, I haven't forgotten."
"Okay, you're here, right? Then I'm out."
After hanging up the phone, Li Guoru smiled and said goodbye to Sun Jingchun: "My son is here to pick me up. I'm going to my brother's house for a meal today, so I won't talk to you anymore."
"Okay, let's go. ." Sun Jingchun waved his hand, "I'll pack up and go back."
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At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Guoru's family of five drove to Jincheng Community.
When they arrived at 401, Li Guohong had been waiting here for a long time and immediately welcomed them in.
"I haven't been here since the Chinese New Year, come on." Li Guohong welcomed Li Guoru in with a smile, and then said hello to his nephew of the same age.
After the sister-in-law and niece-in-law came in, they went to help Lin Xiuhong in the kitchen.
Li Guohong saw the grandnephew who was following behind. Li Guohong smiled and stretched out his hand to hold him: "Is he going to college this year? I heard he even went out of the province?"
"This kid He didn't do well in the exam and went to Changning's Finance Department. "Li Dao reached out and nodded to his son, "I had hoped to go to Qianjiang, but I didn't live up to it."
Li Xiang is tall and thin. Holding the mobile phone in his hand, he greeted Li Guohong in a low voice, then sat silently on the sofa in the living room and looked at his mobile phone.
Li Guohong also shook his head helplessly: "You can stop saying a few words. Isn't the University of Finance and Economics in Changning City good? That's 211."
"I can't say a few words?" Li Dao also hated Tie Cheng. Gang, "He was just too relaxed before the college entrance examination. He either played games or read online articles, otherwise he would have been admitted to Qianjiang."
"Okay." Li Guoru on the side waved his hand, "You People who have never gone to college should stop talking about it. After all, Li Xiang is the one with the highest academic qualifications in our family. Has anyone in our family passed the 211 exam before? "Li Luo." Li Dao couldn't help but said, "Li Luo has also passed the high school entrance examination. Let me see, maybe he will be a star of Qianjiang University in the future."
Saying this, Li Dao couldn't help but wonder. He glanced at the living room and asked: "Where is your Li Luo? Are you going out to play?"
"Didn't I buy the house from my third uncle's house a while ago?" Li Guohong said, "It's close to the No. 1 Middle School, so he usually lives there. He should be back soon."
"No wonder." Li Dao nodded, and then walked to his son Li Xiang stood next to him and warned, "Li Luo will be here soon. You two little ones should talk more and don't keep silent. Do you understand?"
Li Xiang raised his head and glanced, then lowered his head and said nothing. I know whether I should or not.
"Speaking of which, I remember Xiuhong talked to me last time." Li Guoru sat on the sofa at this time, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette. Thinking of his chat with Sun Jingchun today, he couldn't help but ask He said, "She said that your Li Luo is still writing novels in private?"
"Oh, yes, this." Thinking of this, Li Guohong suddenly laughed, "A child is writing blindly for fun. Yes, I’ve seen it, it’s really interesting, but it certainly can’t be compared to the ones in your Writers’ Association.”
"Hey, you can't say that." Li Guoru said with a smile, "Li Luo is still young, and there is still a lot of room for improvement in the future."
"Li Luo still writes novels?" Li Dao also became curious. , "What novel?"
"I just wrote it on the Internet." Li Guohong waved his hand, "But I think a lot of people have read his book. I don't know if it is good or not."< br>
"Written on the Internet?" Li Dao raised his eyebrows and took out his mobile phone, "Tell me your name and I will search it."
"What's your name..." Li Guohong did the same. Frowning, he took out his phone and looked at it, "I'm really not a star, that's all."
As soon as he said this, others didn't react, but Li Xiang, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly raised his head and blinked. Blinking his eyes, his dull expression suddenly became vivid.
But no one else noticed.
Li Dao checked it on his mobile phone.
Li Guoru even took Li Guohong's cell phone directly and took a look at it: "Oh, online novels, I know this."
"Hey, there is also an encyclopedia introduction? Li Dao was a little surprised, "It's not simple."
"Let me see what's written." Li Guoru raised his eyebrows, clicked on the first chapter, and read it with seriousness.
But soon, he frowned, thinking what was written in this?
What about the rebirth, the Queen’s concert, and the system and other things, and the writing is messy?
Li Guoru had never been exposed to this type of work before, and he was immediately confused.
And at this moment.
There was movement at the door.
Li Luo pushed the door in from the outside and was stunned for a moment when he saw the person sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"What are you doing standing around?" Li Guohong saw Li Luo and immediately waved, "Your uncle and the others are coming to your house for dinner and they are all reading your novel. Come here and listen to your uncle's comments."
Li Luo: "..."
Hearing his father's devilish whisper, Li Luo glanced at his uncle's family and subconsciously took half a step back.
He held the doorknob tightly with his hand and took a deep breath to stop his body from shaking.
When he thought that his uncle and the others were reading his novel, Li Luo was saddened, and suddenly felt that the world was so big that there was no place for him.
This home.
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(End of this chapter)