Chapter 235 Xixi is about to arrive at the battlefield
At noon on the 15th, in the kitchen of Bihailanting 1502.
Wearing an apron, Xu Youyu stood beside Li Luo and helped him.
After five or six days of continuous cooperation, the two of them now have a better and better understanding in the kitchen.
Basically, as soon as Li Luo raised his hand, Xu Youyu knew what he wanted, and quickly picked up the thing and handed it over.
Although it was quite hot when cooking in the kitchen, Xu Youyu enjoyed it and enjoyed this tacit happiness.
It seems that there is some new content to write about the kitchen scene that has been used many times before.
"By the way, are you going home after lunch?" Xu Youyu asked, "There are obviously still two or three days until New Year's Eve."
"Xixi and the others are back tonight "Li Luo said, "I have to go shopping with my parents and Xixi's family tomorrow, and then go back to the countryside the day after tomorrow." "That's right." Xu Youyu nodded. , "I'm a little envious. Our family stays here during the Chinese New Year, and it doesn't even feel like a New Year."
"Aren't you going back to your hometown during the New Year?" Li Luo asked.
"Well..." Xu Youyu blinked and said softly, "My grandparents passed away a long time ago, and my father is actually not a local. When my grandfather was young, he lived in Hehe Province. After studying, he was sent to study abroad by the country. After returning to China, he was invited to stay at Qianjiang University. "So after my grandfather left, my father basically had no relatives here, so he was considered an only child." >
"My mother's family is quite large, but my mother's hometown was demolished a long time ago. Everyone has spread their business in Yuhang City, and there is no fixed hometown."< br>
“On New Year’s Eve, my mother will bring my grandparents home and have a New Year’s Eve dinner together. Then in the next few days, she will walk around with a few familiar relatives, and not much else.”
"So that's it." Li Luo pretended that it was the first time he heard about it and nodded.
In fact, Li Luo had heard Xu Youyu tell the truth once in his previous life.
"Speaking of which, when you go back to your hometown to celebrate the New Year, won't it be very New Year-like?" Xu Youyu couldn't help but asked curiously, "I read various books and film and television materials, and there are many descriptions. Unfortunately, I haven’t experienced it myself. During the Chinese New Year, my family just goes downstairs to set off some firecrackers and so on.”
“Actually, it’s just like that.” Li Luo laughed twice, “It’s just to worship ancestors and have New Year’s Eve dinner. , setting off firecrackers, it’s just more lively when there are more people.”
“I’m envious.” Xu Youyu couldn’t help but sigh, and brought the dishes cooked by Li Luo to the table outside.
Li Luo followed him out, and then said: "I made an appointment with Zhusheng, saying that during the Spring Festival, I would invite her to the countryside to play. If you are interested, you can come with her then."
"Eh? Is that okay?"
"What's not okay?" Li Luo said with a smile, "It only takes thirty or forty minutes to get there by taxi. It's not a remote place. There are quite a few empty rooms in my grandfather's house. "
"Isn't that polite?" Xu Youyu raised his eyebrows and suddenly became interested. "When will Zhusheng come back?"
"We should be getting on the plane soon." Li Luo looked at the time and said, "I'll probably land late at night."
As he said this, Li Luo's phone vibrated several times.
It is a message sent on QQ.
Li Luo opened it and saw that Cao Cao had arrived.
[Yan Zhusheng]: We are about to get on the plane.
[Li Luo]: Yes, received.
[Yan Zhusheng]: My mother’s friend is the president of her company, but I didn’t expect that his daughter turned out to be Xixi.
[Li Luo]: Huh? Don't you know?
[Yan Zhusheng]: Of course I know both of them, but this is the first time I have seen them together.
After Yan Zhusheng said this, Li Luo remembered that Ying Zhicheng did not come to the last parent-teacher meeting.
It is estimated that Ying Zhicheng has never brought Ying Chanxi to meet Yuan Wanqing and Yan Zhusheng before.
Is this the first time the two families have met?
On the other hand, Ying Chanxi already knew that Yuan Wanqing was Yan Zhusheng's mother.
At most, I didn’t know that Yuan Wanqing was an artist in Ying Zhicheng’s company.
In contrast, parents on both sides are probably more surprised.
After all, Yuan Wanqing had met Ying Chanxi at the parent-teacher meeting before, but he never expected that she would be Ying Zhicheng's daughter.
Ying Zhicheng did not expect that their daughters were quite familiar with each other in school.
After Ying Zhicheng and Yuan Wanqing discovered this, they felt relieved for some reason.
After all, if the relationship between two girls is good, once they announce their relationship in the future, there will be much less resistance from their children.
As for the pressure from outside public opinion, it is secondary to the two of them.
After all, Yuan Wanqing is already in her thirties, so it is normal to find a husband to get married.
Her fans are not too crazy.
However, after being reminded by Yan Zhusheng, Li Luo suddenly realized something.
Since the phone chat with Ying Chanxi ended one night a few days ago, she seems to have never looked for him again?
I haven't taken the initiative to chat with him for several days. Before, because I was dragged here by my senior sister to collect information and tortured every day, I didn't have time to think too much.
At this time, when Yan Zhusheng mentioned Yingchan Creek, Li Luo suddenly woke up.
[Li Luo]: You didn’t tell Aunt Yuan about me, right? Uncle Ying probably doesn’t know about my novel writing yet.
[Yan Zhusheng]: I definitely didn’t say that. When my mother talks about you to others, she always calls you Xianren and will not mention your real name. I have reminded her of this.
Seeing what Yan Zhusheng said, Li Luo breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved.
[Li Luo]: That’s good, I should be worrying too much.
But Li Luo probably would never have thought that Ying Zhicheng would be suspicious of him just because he met Ying Zhicheng in the corridor of Huayue Film and Television Company.
So much so that the internal contracts were pulled out and reported to Ying Zhicheng by Secretary Rong.
Li Luo was rekindled by this information, so naturally there was no way to hide it.
It can only be said that as the president of a company, Ying Zhicheng's sensitive sense of smell in this regard is indeed beyond doubt.
Poor Li Luo still doesn’t know what happened.
But then Li Luo thought about it, he planned to show off his cards during the Chinese New Year anyway, and it would only last a few days, so there was no need to worry about this.
It's better to worry about Ying Chanxi's reaction after reading his novel.
"Let's eat." Xu Youyu brought the rice to Li Luo and couldn't help but look at his face strangely, "Why do you feel your face is a bit ugly?"
"It's okay. "Li Luo took a deep breath, but he was ready to face life and death.
“What do you mean?”
“I plan to have a showdown with Xixi during the Chinese New Year and talk about the novel I am writing.”
“Huh? Really or not? "Xu Youyu's eyes widened, a little in disbelief, "Why are you saying this so calmly?"
"My mother is such a big mouth, I don't know how many people she talked to when I didn't remind her. My relatives told me about writing a book," Li Luo said helplessly.
“When I go back to the countryside for the Chinese New Year, who knows how my relatives will spread the news.”
“Rather than being discovered by Ying Chanxi then, it is better to take the initiative to confess and be lenient.”< br>
“Hahahaha~” After hearing this, Xu Youyu immediately slapped the table and laughed, “I have begun to look forward to it. When Xixi reads your novel, what will happen when he sees Shen Dongdong? Reaction.”
"It's just collecting information." Li Luo said seriously with a straight face, "If you smile again, I will recommend your book to Xixi and Zhusheng."
Xu Youyu: "???"
“It’s okay if you want to be a self-destruct truck, don’t drag me into the water!” Xu Youyu shouted loudly, “I finally managed to hide this from my dad, don’t do anything new to me. Come out."
"That's what I said." Li Luo pouted, "You look like you don't trust me. I already feel hurt."
"Come on. Come on, eat more." Xu Youyu served him some food with a smile, "You have worked hard these days cooking, and I am very grateful. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely be a cow or a horse to repay this great kindness!"
"Why don't you commit yourself to each other in this life?" Li Luo raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it true that being a cow or a horse in the next life is only for people who don't like it?"
"If you want to If so, it's not like the little girl can't consider it." Xu Youyu blinked his big eyes, glanced at him shyly, then shyly covered his sight with his hands, and said coyly, "I'm afraid that Mr. Lang doesn't like me. I don’t dare to speak nonsense.”
The corner of Li Luo’s mouth twitched: “…You are so addicted to acting. Writing online articles is really a waste of your talents. You should prepare to enter the film and television industry in the future. ."
"Go and sleep with the great director?" Xu Youyu rolled his eyes.
Xu Youyu, who is well versed in all kinds of gossip in the entertainment industry, can ask her to write related novels, but if she really wants to go into battle herself, then she would be more respectful and stay as far away as possible.
The two of them chatted and ate.
Soon, Li Luo received the last message from Yan Zhusheng before boarding the plane.
[Yan Zhusheng]: It’s about to take off.
[Li Luo]: Well, tell me when you land. After talking to Yan Zhusheng, Li Luo thought about it and took the initiative to send a message to Ying Chanxi.
[Li Luo]: Is the plane about to take off?
[Li Luo]: Remember to send me a message after landing.
No immediate reply.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that Li Luo's phone vibrated.
He picked it up and looked at it. There was only one word on it.
[Ying Chanxi]: Oh.
……
Afternoon, Yuhang City Writers Association.
As usual, Li Guoru wandered around the nearby community park all morning, looking for people to chat and play chess. After going home for lunch, he wandered over to the Writers Association.
"Where is Jingchun? Why don't you have tea here?" When he came to the activity room of the Writers' Association, Li Guoru looked around and couldn't find any of his old acquaintances, so he asked the people beside him.
"You must be busy." The man responded, "Go to the corridor and have a look, it's probably there."
"Oh, thank you."
< br>After hearing this, Li Guoru turned around and left the activity room and walked towards the corridor outside.
The Writers Association is divided into an office department and an activity department.
The former is mainly used for receiving guests and office space, while the latter is an activity area for association members.
The corridor where Sun Jingchun was at this time was the connection between the two.
On the walls on both sides of the corridor, there are various portraits and announcements about the Writers' Association, including some famous members of the association, an introduction to the establishment of the Writers' Association, and its development over the years, etc.
Today, one of the previously vacant bulletin boards is about to receive its new owner.
Li Guoru came to the corridor all the way and saw Sun Jingchun and two staff members next to him at a glance.
The three of them held a new notice in their hands and carefully placed it on the bulletin board. After confirming that it was stable and safe, they clapped their hands and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Sun Jingchun thanked the two staff members, then took two steps back to look at the latest announcement, and nodded with satisfaction, "That's enough."
“What is this?”
Li Guoru came closer curiously, raised his eyes, and saw the bulletin board written in the largest font size - "Warmly celebrate Qianjiang Province Internet Writers The first joint symposium of the association concluded successfully."
“Oh.” Li Guoru remembered, “What you mentioned to me last time was the symposium of the people who write online articles, right?”
“Yes, That's it." Sun Jingchun nodded and looked at the announcement with his hands on his hips. "It just ended a few days ago. This photo came out. It needs to be put up for publicity for a while."
"How was the symposium? Is it interesting?" Li Guoru asked with a smile.
“What’s the point?” Sun Jingchun shook his head repeatedly, “The Writers Association invited several guests, and one of them was a writer from our side. When he came to the stage to give a speech, he threw away the normal manuscript he had prepared in advance. , scolded me on the spot, and almost didn't pull me back."
"Oh, what else is there?" Li Guoru was surprised, and then couldn't help but said, "Who is it?"
< br>"Take the first prize for the emerging writer who was commended by the Writers Association before, Chu Sheng, for writing "My Father"." Sun Jingchun whispered, "Chairman Li is his nephew."
"He? When Li Guoru heard this, he immediately looked disgusted, "He's not as good as what I wrote."
"Shh!" Sun Jingchun quickly silenced him, "It's better to say less about this, that new guy." Writers’ activities are originally organized specifically for people, otherwise they wouldn’t have the funds. It’s just a pheasant prize, so just give it to me.” I don’t like those online forums, but I won’t go to him, right?” Li Guoru clicked his tongue.
"Ahem." Sun Jingchun coughed twice, "He was also recommended by Chairman Li, otherwise there would have been only four guests, and he would have been shoehorned in."
Li Guoru: "… ..."
As soon as he heard this, Li Guoru shook his head.
However, he had traveled extensively and done a lot of business before, so he was not surprised by this kind of thing.
After complaining to Sun Jingchun for a few words, he stopped talking and looked at the bulletin board above carefully.
"They are all very young. Look at them." Li Guoru glanced at them for a few times, then skipped the text and looked directly at the photos above.
There is a group photo of the conference hall as a whole, as well as a side photo of the five guests sitting in a row.
In addition, there are photos of the three winners of the essay competition.
“Those who write online articles are quite young.” Sun Jingchun nodded and said, “There are still minors here.”
“Underage?” Li Guoru was surprised, “How old are they? "Ah?"
"16 years old, still in the first year of high school." Sun Jingchun laughed and shook his head, "During the meeting, that Chu Sheng caught someone and scolded him, but he was rebuked with good reason. , It’s really embarrassing.”
“Is there such a thing?” Li Guoru looked at the group photo in the conference hall and asked curiously, “Which young man are you looking at? Look?”
“You don’t need to look at this one, just look at the photo of the winners of the urban essay competition.” Sun Jingchun pointed to the photo in the lower right corner, “The young man in the middle is with the Provincial Writers Association. Secretary Cao stood together.”
Li Guoru looked intently in the direction he pointed, and soon saw the handsome and handsome boy.
Originally, he was just curious, took a quick look and passed by.
But after taking a quick look, Li Guoru subconsciously let out a sigh, feeling that the young man looked familiar, so he took a closer look.
At this glance, it was obvious that something was wrong, and no one said anything.
Li Guoru had a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face. He felt like he saw something, but he was a little unsure.
Sun Jingchun on the side saw something strange about him, and suddenly asked strangely: "What's wrong with you? Can this still show you the flowers?"
"Can you see the flowers? I don't know, but..." Li Guoru was a little unsure, scratched his head and couldn't help but said, "But I seem to know this kid..."
"Ah? You know him?" Sun Jingchun was surprised. , quickly asked, "Where do you know each other?"
"Wait, wait, just in case, so as not to make a mistake and make it funny." Li Guoru raised his hand and said, "This photo of yours is still I’m a little confused, so let me ask you, do you know this kid’s real name?”
“Yes.” Sun Jingchun recalled, “It’s Li Luo, Li Luo, Luo is Yingluo’s name. ”
"Ouch!" Li Guoru slapped his thigh and said in shock, "That's true!"
"Do you really know me?" Sun Jingchun asked in surprise, "How did you know me?"
"Look what his surname is." Li Guoru suddenly laughed and shook his head, "The surname is Li, this is the child of my Li family, my youngest brother, his son, Li Luo! I said that the more I look at him, the more familiar he looks. Well, it turns out it’s true!”
Sun Jingchun’s mouth opened wide when he heard what he said.
“This kid is really promising.” Li Guoru was amazed when he found out that this was his nephew. “I heard a while ago that he was writing online articles, and I advised him to study hard. After writing online articles, He can write even when he is in college."
"I didn't expect that this really made him famous, and he even won an essay prize."
"Isn't there a prize for this essay? "How much is it?"
"Well...he is the first prize, with a bonus of 50,000 yuan," Sun Jingchun twitched his lips and replied.
"That's a lot." Li Guoru said in surprise, "The bonus is so big."
For Li Guoru, fifty thousand yuan is not a big sum of money, but when he thinks of Li Guoru It is very rare for a child like Luo to win an award.
"Haha, it's quite a lot." Sun Jingchun smiled bitterly. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but remind Li Guoru, "But you don't know that the book he wrote is much more valuable than this bonus."
"Ah? What do you mean?" Li Guoru was stunned for a moment, unable to react.
"You don't know yet," Sun Jingchun said, "His book "I'm Really Not a Star", just last month alone, paid this amount."
As he said , he held up three fingers.
Li Guoru looked at his hand, a little surprised: "Thirty thousand?"
"Three hundred thousand!" Sun Jingchun said loudly, "Strictly speaking, it should be three hundred and seventy thousand! A whole Three hundred and seventy thousand!"
"And you don't know that your nephew joined the Provincial Internet Writers Association just because of this book."
"He was even invited by Secretary Cao in person. , let him join the Provincial Writers Association, this is really a promising future!"
As soon as these words came out.
Li Guoru slowly opened his mouth, his mind buzzing.
He recalled what he said at the dinner table when he went to his brother's house before, and he couldn't help but blush.
I also thought that I only managed to get into the Municipal Writers Association with the help of others to polish my personal memoirs, and Li Luo had already been invited in person by the secretary of the Provincial Writers Association at a young age.
Thinking of this, Li Guoru was speechless for a moment.
The whole person was stunned and silent for a long time.
(End of this chapter)