Chapter 242: Intimate Little Green Plum
[Reignited]: Do you have the group photo from the previous essay competition?
[Qianzhou]: Why do you want this all of a sudden? Aren't you worried about your photos being seen by acquaintances?
[Reignited]: Which acquaintance do you think is putting the knife on my neck and asking me to ask you?
[Qianzhou]: Huh? Want to call the police for you?
【Reignited】: Thank you... So do you have a group photo?
[Qianzhou]: Let me ask the staff at the Writers Association for you.
【Qianzhou】: By the way, someone from the Internet Writers Association should have added you to QQ. You can just ask.
【Reignited】: That’s right, I forgot about it.
After chatting with the editor, Li Luo found the QQ account of the staff of the Online Writers Association and sent the other party the same inquiry.
Not long after, the other party sent him a picture package, which contained all the photos of the symposium, including the one where Li Luo went on stage to receive the award.
"What do you mean by putting a knife on your neck?" Ying Chanxi took back the fork he was using to eat fruit and snorted softly, "This is obviously a fork."
" ...It’s just a threat.”
“I just looked at it myself, and I won’t show it to others,” Ying Chanxi said loudly, “And Aunt Lin and the others definitely want to see it too. , Don’t they all know about your novel writing?”
“It’s such a good thing, you should print out the winning photo and post it at home.”
“You got it before. Aren’t you happy to post Yucai’s outstanding graduate certificate on the wall?”
“I really appreciate you...” Li Luo twitched the corner of his mouth, “Can these two be the same?” br>
Although there are usually no guests at home, I am not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.
Indeed, many of his acquaintances now know that he is writing a novel.
But this does not mean that he can reveal to anyone that he is writing a novel without reservation.
It’s okay if my parents, relatives, and other elders know about it. After all, they are not the audience for this kind of novel. I was curious and searched it out. After reading one or two chapters, I decided that it was boring and stopped reading.
It doesn't matter if Ying Chanxi and the others know each other, they are just socializing for a while. They are all very close acquaintances anyway, so they can just talk and laugh.
But if it is publicized to a wider range...for example, within the No. 1 Middle School, his classmates know about it...
Li Luo doesn't even dare to think about this. How terrible it would be.
You know, Zhu Yufei and Zhang Guohuang, two living treasures, really like reading his book.
These two are more arrogant types. They secretly read novels on their mobile phones in the classroom and blatantly behaved under the eyes of the monitor.
Li Luo can still see this.
Those dark corners that Li Luo cannot see, who knows how many people have read or are reading the novels he wrote?
Li Luo is not very arrogant or narcissistic, but he estimates that finding dozens of readers for his book "I'm Really Not a Celebrity" in Appendix 1 should be nothing. Difficult matter.
This is without knowing that he is the one who wrote the book.
You know, Li Luo is now a man of great influence in the No. 1 Middle School, and he is still a god in the eyes of many girls.
The pen pal letters and love letters Li Luo received this semester were slightly inferior to those from Yingchanxi.
One thing to say, although Li Luo prides himself on being relatively sensible, few people would reject the feeling of being secretly admired and liked by many girls.
But if one day his renewed vest is exposed in school... those girls who like him will read the novels he wrote, driven by curiosity...
Hiss ...
Just thinking of that scene made Li Luo shudder, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
It would be too embarrassing if a familiar classmate in school could figure out who the three heroines he wrote were based on!
He can probably ascend directly on the spot.
When he thought of this, Li Luo couldn't help but treat it with caution.
"You just have to see it for yourself, it is strictly forbidden to spread it to outsiders!" After Li Luo forwarded the picture package to Ying Chanxi, he reminded him seriously again and again, "If this thing gets spread, it will destroy my ability to write novels. Once the matter is exposed to the school, I will be no different from a dead person.”
"Is it so exaggerated?" Ying Chanxi looked at Li Luo with some confusion, "Although you did write a bit...that in some places, the plot is still very interesting."
Ying Chanxi When reading this novel, I completely replaced the protagonist Li Yang in the plot as Li Luo, and replaced Shen Dongdong as myself.
Although she was a little embarrassed when she read it, and some parts made her angry until her hands itched, but it really tempted her to keep reading.
This is the first time Ying Chanxi has come into contact with something like online writing. His current feeling is that this is more like the kind of story essays he used to read in magazines.
It’s just that one is a short story and the other is a continuous long story.
The features are all very gimmicky and the reading threshold is low.
Unlike those classics, there are often some reading thresholds.
For example, when I was in Yingchanxi Elementary School, I watched "How the Steel Was Tempered" and I couldn't understand some of the terms in it. I didn't know about the so-called revolution or what happened in that far away place. thing.
I can only roughly understand what the subplot is about, and more attention is paid to the entanglement story between the protagonist and a girl in the book.
When I went to middle school and high school and had a certain understanding of history and politics, I read this book and had a completely different understanding.
Don’t underestimate the knowledge threshold of history and politics in middle and high schools.
In fact, most of the people at the bottom of the country have not yet reached this level.
The reading threshold for online articles in this aspect is obviously lower, which makes them more down-to-earth and easier to attract most people.
“You don’t understand.” Li Luo sighed, “Anyway, just keep it a secret for me, and don’t tell others about my novel writing.”
“I know.” Ying Chan sat on the creek Returning to Li Luo's bed, he picked up his phone and opened QQ, and carefully looked at his winning photo for the essay competition, "I didn't plan to tell anyone else."
Ying Chanxi looked at Li Luo's winning photo, He continued to lean on the bed and read the novel.
While watching, she suddenly remembered something, jumped out of bed immediately, ran out of the bedroom in slippers.
Li Luo took a look and thought she was going to the toilet.
After a while, Ying Chanxi walked into his bedroom with a bunch of things in his arms and spread them on the bed.
"What are you talking about?" Li Luo was stunned for a moment, looking at the dazzling array of things on the bed, he was a little dazzled for a moment.
"It's all because you quarreled with me yesterday. I almost forgot." Ying Chanxi snorted, waved to Li Luo, and sat on the edge of the bed. Then he picked up something casually, "This chocolate is from France. , it tastes pretty good, so I bought some for you.”
“And this watch, I think it’s pretty good, not tacky, you can wear it.”
“I’ll buy it too. Several pairs of socks. Didn’t you say that you had holes in several pairs of socks? You kept changing them from side to side. Let’s just get new ones this time.”
“Here, it’s over here in the UK. I bought a thermos cup. The water cups you used before are not insulated. Use this one from now on.”
“These clothes are also very good-looking, but they are all summer clothes. I happened to see them when I was shopping in the mall. I bought it because it was on sale. You can keep it and wear it again in the summer.”
“And these sneakers, I see you always wear the pair of shoes that Zhusheng gave you, and you don’t even need to change them. , This doesn’t work either. Let’s wear the two pairs of shoes interchangeably in the future. You can see if they fit later.”
“These are some souvenirs here, including the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre. There are also two copies from the British Museum and St. Paul's Cathedral. I'll give this one to you."
Li Luo watched Ying Chanxi introduce himself one by one, and asked her to put a lot of things on the bed. I talked for more than ten minutes before I could finish it, and I felt mixed for a while.
Where did she travel abroad?
You just helped him go shopping abroad, right?
Li Luo doubted whether Ying Chanxi was enjoying the scenery and culture when traveling, or whether he was thinking about what gifts to buy him.
This gift is so full that it can fill a basket.
“Oh, by the way, there’s also this!” Ying Chanxi took out a pair of unpacked black fingerless gloves and handed them to Li Luo’s arms, “You can also wear these, you don’t usually have to wear them. Words? It’s so cold now, if you put it on..."
Ying Chanxi’s eyes fell on Li Luo’s hand, and he immediately noticed something strange. .
"Where did you get these gloves? I've never seen them before." Ying Chanxi looked at him suspiciously, "I didn't see you wearing them yesterday. Why did they suddenly appear today? ?”
“Ahem…” Li Luo coughed and said a little embarrassedly, “When you were sleeping in the morning, Zhu Sheng stopped by and brought me a gift.”
"Is this the glove?"
"Yeah."
"But what is the road?" Ying Chanxi narrowed his eyes and asked, "What road did she follow?"
“...I said I was going out for a morning jog.”
Ying Chanxi: "..."
It's not like she hasn't been to Yan Zhusheng's house before. It's several kilometers away, right?
"That, that..." Ying Chanxi looked at the gloves on Li Luo's hands, opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally had to say, "Then if your gloves are dirty, , I'll put it on again." Although Ying Chanxi wanted Li Luo to change it now.
But after all, it was a gift from Yan Zhusheng. It would be a bit rude and disrespectful to ask Li Luo to replace it directly.
But Li Luo looked at her expression, looked at the gift on the bed, and sighed helplessly.
Recalling that he walked out of the community in the morning and saw Yan Zhusheng obediently waiting at the door of the community, Li Luo suddenly felt troubled.
Finally, he simply took off the glove on his right hand, then picked up the glove that Ying Chanxi gave him, unpacked it, and put one on his right hand.
"Is this okay?" Li Luo raised his hands and shook them.
Ying Chanxi looked at what he was doing and didn't know whether he was angry or funny. He couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him: "Do I still have to thank you?"
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"That's not necessary." Li Luo put the two extra gloves into his pocket, and then packed up the gifts on the bed, "I should thank you for buying me so many gifts. It’s so touching that I’m about to cry.”
“Where are your tears? Let me see if you shed one.” Ying Chanxi snorted and glanced at the glove on his right hand, feeling reluctant. A little satisfied.
"I'm just going to be polite to you. What's our relationship, right?" Li Luo packed up the gifts.
The souvenirs were stored in the box, the watch was put on directly, a new pair of socks was put on, and the sneakers were also tried on, and they fit perfectly.
As for those summer clothes, just put them in the closet first and wait until summer arrives.
After cleaning up, Li Luo opened the French chocolate that Ying Chanxi bought for him, broke off two pieces, ate one piece for himself, and gave one piece to Ying Chanxi.
“It tastes really good.”
“As long as it tastes good.”
Ying Chanxi looked at Li Luo eating her chocolate in his mouth and wearing her own on his hand One glove and watch, and her feet were still wearing socks and sneakers she gave her.
Next to it lay the down jacket she bought for Li Luo and the scarf she knitted by herself.
Looking around, Ying Chanxi suddenly smiled brightly and felt very happy.
Then her eyes fell on Li Luo's desk, and then she muttered: "The mouse seems to be still old?"
"What did you say?"
"It's nothing." Ying Chanxi shook his head quickly, "You can continue coding, I'm reading a novel."
......
In the evening, near meal time, Lin Xiuhong knocked on the She knocked on the bedroom door, opened it and was about to speak, when Li Luo, who was in front of the desk, raised his index finger towards her and hissed.
"Xixi is sleeping, please keep your voice down."
"Oh." Lin Xiuhong glanced at Ying Chanxi, who was sleeping soundly on Li Luo's bed, and suddenly laughed, "I'm going to make dinner. Come on, let’s go out for dinner later.”
“Oh.” After hearing this, Li Luo stopped typing on the keyboard, got up and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door gently, “Let me help you. "
"You write your book, I am enough." Lin Xiuhong waved her hand.
If this had happened before, if Li Luo had been idle at home, Lin Xiuhong would have been caught peeling garlic in the kitchen.
Now that Li Luo can make a lot of money by writing books, and after ranking among the best in school, Lin Xiuhong has never taken the initiative to ask Li Luo to help in the kitchen. It was Li Luo who took the initiative, and Lin Xiuhong had to decline.
"Okay, okay, isn't Xixi sleeping? She usually gives you a hand, so I'll do it today." Li Luo pushed his mother's shoulder and walked towards the kitchen, " And the sound of my keyboard is quite noisy, and I’m afraid it will disturb her sleep.”
Qing Zhu is good at everything, but the sound is a bit torturous to others.
Especially when sleeping.
So after discovering that Ying Chanxi was asleep, Li Luo immediately unplugged the keyboard and used the keyboard that came with the laptop.
But the difference in feel between the front and back was too big, which made Li Luo feel a little bit indifferent.
At this moment, Lin Xiuhong came over, and Li Luo came out for some air.
In the living room, Li Guohong and Ying Zhicheng had been chatting all afternoon.
The two of them usually met less often, but this time they had a great time chatting. They didn’t know what was so easy to talk about.
However, the relationship between Dad and Uncle Ying is very pure.
One works in a breakfast shop every day, and the other shuttles between high-rise buildings all day long, but they can maintain the brotherhood they had when they were young.
It is really rare.
Of course, as far as Li Luo knows, Ying Zhicheng should now be the president of Huayue Film and Television Company, and belongs to the category of senior wage earner.
The company is of course not owned by him.
Li Luo did some research during his free time and found that Huayue Film and Television Company can be traced back to the Qianjiang Provincial Television Station in the last century.
After the wave of privatization, some people from the TV station went out to work alone and established Huayue Film and Television with the support of resources from the TV station.
In his early years, Ying Zhicheng was part of the staff of the TV station. Later, he followed the leadership above and left. He slowly worked hard in Huayue Film and Television and reached his current position.
The company shares must still belong to the founders and subsequent investors.
At most, Ying Zhicheng has some stakes and can enjoy certain dividend rights. He is still appointed by the board of directors.
But even so, with his status, he must have an income of millions a year. If some hidden income is also included, he will be a diamond king with assets of over ten million.
The body is in good shape and the personality is good. It can be seen from Ying Chanxi's appearance that Ying Zhicheng was also a handsome guy when he was young. Now that he is middle-aged, he looks more and more handsome. The taste is much better than that of Lao Li.
It is no wonder that Yuan Wanqing fell.
When Li Luo pushed his mother into the kitchen, he subconsciously glanced at Ying Zhicheng, and many things suddenly came to his mind.
Speaking of Uncle Ying’s operation...is it an unspoken rule for female artists under his own banner?
Hey~
Li Luo couldn't help laughing when he thought about it.
I never thought that I would have a day where I could observe first-hand clues about entertainment industry gossip at close range.
And the parties involved themselves are quite familiar with it.
Ying Zhicheng, who was sitting on the sofa, also noticed the look in Li Luo's eyes and thought that the boy was still thinking about the fact that he accidentally exposed him.
Little did he know that Ying Zhicheng's own little secret had been guessed by Li Luo.
I just don’t know when Uncle Ying will have a showdown with Ying Chanxi.
According to the timeline of the previous life, this matter would have to wait until Ying Chanxi went to college?
Probably because I am worried that it will affect Ying Chanxi’s study.
With Li Luo thinking this way, he did not reveal his plans to Ying Chanxi in advance.
After all, it was Ying Zhicheng’s family matter, and it was not for him to meddle in it.
And in my previous life, I didn’t know the specific situation, nor did I know what Ying Chanxi thought of her father’s second marriage.
At least judging from Li Luo's contact with Yan Zhusheng in his previous life, it is possible that Zhusheng was a little bit repulsive about this matter?
Otherwise, he would not have seen Yuan Wanqing even once after working at Yan Zhusheng's place for more than half a year.
When he thought of this, Li Luo became more and more cautious about this matter, thinking that it would be better to keep it secret.
"What are you thinking about? Take off your gloves." Lin Xiuhong entered the kitchen and started preparing dinner, greeting Li Luo who was thinking in a daze.
"Oh." Li Luo came to his senses and quickly took off his gloves.
But Lin Xiuhong on the side was also sharp-eyed and asked with a strange face: "Why do your gloves look different?"
"Doesn't this make me look rich?" Li Luo said casually. He joked, "I'll buy two pairs of gloves and use one and throw the other away."
"What about your watch?" Lin Xiuhong glanced at him suspiciously, then lowered her head and saw that he was wearing shoes, " Are these sneakers new? "
"Okay, they were all given by Xixi," Li Luo had to admit, "This glove was given by Yan Zhusheng."
"..." Lin Xiuhong looked at her son speechlessly, and couldn't help but complain, "Why do you accept gifts from girls all day long? Remember to return gifts, do you understand?"
" Got it." Li Luo put his gloves into his pocket and started to help wash and choose vegetables, "Cut me into several portions and send them out."
When Lin Xiuhong heard this, she suddenly spat: "Keep it clean all day long. Nonsense.”
(End of this chapter)