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 visit the Writers Association, drinks tea with some old friends, chats, and shares recent masterpieces.
It is also a pleasure to practice calligraphy on a whim.
"Your words are really ugly." Sun Jingchun looked at him and commented with a smile, "You have no edge, and you don't have enough 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, they had been friends for decades and it was common for them to complain and laugh at each other. "Are you done with your work?"
"No, what's the rush?" 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 you just said you were busy?"
"Isn't there something we haven't done before the National Day?" Sun Jingchun shook his head, "Our province established an Internet Writers Association this year. There are so many trivial matters that cannot be taken seriously by the higher-ups, so 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 writes things on the Internet."
"Isn't it the National Day recently? In October, a group of online writers applied 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 took out one while saying, "That kind of online writing platform also has recommendation quotas.
Come up, there are quite a few people.”
"So what's the argument now?" Li Guoru lit a cigarette for him, leaned against the table and asked, "Can the things written on the Internet be as good as ours?"
"What a fart." Sun Jingchun rolled his eyes, "It's something you can't even look at. It's just for fooling children."
"It's mainly because these people create online, and more people see it, and their influence gradually grows."
"You still don't understand this kind of thing? As long as it has influence, it has value. Whether it looks good or not is not what we have to consider here."
"That's the truth." Li Guoru nodded and put out his cigarette in the ashtray.
It happened that his cell phone rang. 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'll come 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 any more."
"Okay, go ahead." Sun Jingchun waved his hand, "I'll pack up and go back."
…
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 on the side 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 didn't do well in the exam and went to Changning's Finance Department." Li Dao reached out and tapped his son, "I had hoped to go to Qianjiang, but it's a pity that I didn't live up to the expectations."
Li Xiang was tall and thin, holding a mobile phone in his hand. After saying hello to Li Guohong in a low voice, he sat silently on the sofa in the living room and looked at his mobile phone.
Li Guohong also shook his head helplessly: "Please stop saying a few words. Isn't the University of Finance and Economics in Changning City good? That's also 211."
"Can't I just say a few words?" Li Dao also hated the fact that steel cannot be made into steel. "He was too relaxed before the college entrance examination. He was either playing games or reading online articles. Otherwise, he would definitely have been admitted to Qianjiang."
"Okay." Li Guoru on the side waved his hand, "You have never gone to college, so don't leave it here and talk about it. After all, Li Xiang is also the one with the highest academic level in our family. We used to have
Has anyone passed the 211 exam?"
"Then there's Li Luo." Li Dao couldn't help but say, "Li Luo has also passed the high school entrance examination and was admitted to the No. 1 High School. Let me see. Maybe he will be a star of Qianjiang University in the future."
Saying this, Li Dao couldn't help but be surprised. 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, then walked to his son Li Xiang and warned, "Li Luo will be here soon. You two should talk more and don't keep silent. Do you understand?"
Li Xiang raised his head and glanced, then lowered his head again, not sure whether to respond or not.
"Speaking of which, I remember Xiuhong talked to me last time." Li Guoru sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette. Thinking of his chat with Sun Jingchun today, he couldn't help but ask, "She said you
Li Luo, are you still writing novels in private?"
"Oh, yes, that's right." Li Guohong suddenly laughed when he thought of this, "It's just for kids to write for fun. I've seen it and it's really interesting, but it definitely can't be compared with yours in the Writers' Association."
"Hey, you can't say that." Li Guoru said with a smile, "Li Luo is still young. There is still a lot of room for improvement in the future."
"Li Luo still writes novels?" Li Dao also became curious, "What kind of novel is it?"
"It was just written on the Internet." Li Guohong waved his hand, "But I think his book has been read by quite a few people, so I don't know if it is good or not."
"Written on the Internet?" Li Dao raised a brow and took out his mobile phone, "Tell me the name and I'll search it."
"What's your name..." Li Guohong also frowned, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, "I'm really not a celebrity, that's all."
As soon as these words came out, there was no reaction from others, but Li Xiang, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly raised his head and blinked, and 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 mobile phone directly and took a look at it: "Oh, it's an online novel, I know that."
"Hey, is there an encyclopedia introduction?" Li Dao was a little surprised, "Isn't it simple?"
"Let me see what is written." Li Guoru raised his eyebrows, clicked on the first chapter, and read it with seriousness.
But soon, he frowned, wondering what was written in this?
What about "Rebirth", "The Queen's Concert", and the system and so on, and the writing is so messed up?
Li Guoru had never been exposed to this type of work before, and was immediately confused.
And just then.
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 people sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"What are you doing standing still?" Li Guohong saw Li Luo and immediately waved to him, "Your uncle and the others are here for dinner, and they are all reading your novel. Come over here and listen to your uncle's comments."
Li Luo: "..."
Hearing his father's devilish whispers in his ears, 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 Li Luobei thought that his uncle and the others were reading his novel, he suddenly felt that the world was so big that there was no place for him.
This home.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t come back!
Chapter completed!