Heterogeneous star

Chapter 158 [End of the book! 】

Han Shuo and Liu Huina had a great chat, and at the end, Liu Huina drove him home by herself.

In fact, Liu Huina expressed difficulty in understanding Han Shuo’s behavior of not buying a car, taking a bus or renting out a car. He is the boss of a big company, but he is reluctant to even buy a car. Is this how the world of rich people looks like? ?
When he got home, his parents had already arrived, and at this time, the students were also on vacation, and they didn't have to go back to school to take care of the small supermarket these days.

It's a joy to have a family get together.

Just like that, another day or two passed. During this period, Han Shuo was either chatting with his parents, or watching TV with his parents in his free time. He started to code and update the novel.

If it was placed in his world, this "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" would probably take at least one or two years to finish, but in Han Shuo's non-human hands, it would only take more than a month to finish.

Finally, at noon on the 29th.

He typed the three big characters "End of the whole book" on the keyboard heavily and forcefully. After typing these three big characters, he did not finish writing a testimonial like other authors did, but it was because of how this book forgot to eat and sleep. , How and why racked his brains, a few white hairs grew out.

Because, he simply copied it from the memory in his head, and there was no scene of racking his brains or thinking hard about a certain plot, and staying up all night.

Coincidentally, when he finished typing "The whole book is finished", Xiao Die called him and said that the train she was taking had arrived at the station.

After tidying up briefly, he went out to the train station to pick up Xiaodie.

Of course, he took Xiaodie to his home first, and after having a delicious lunch, he sent her back to her own home.

During this period, the mother often asked Sun Xiaodie long and short questions, asking about things, not about how she was doing at school, how she was doing, or when they were going to get married, but Han Shuo and Han Shuo I made a big red face.

The next day.

night.

That is, on the [-]th day of the eighth lunar month, Han Shuo accompanied his parents to his hometown in the countryside.

My hometown is in a relatively remote village, where my grandparents live in a dilapidated tile-roofed house.

It's not that they are unfilial to their children and grandchildren, but that the older generation has become accustomed to the carefree life in the countryside. When they are free, the neighbors sit and chat together.

Neighbors communicate with each other, and they are generally very harmonious, just like a family. Even if there is a conflict, it can be resolved in a few words.

On the contrary, in the city, it is difficult to meet such a harmonious neighborhood atmosphere. Even after living for many years, the neighbors upstairs and downstairs can't even call each other's names, and the relationship between people is even worse. It is extremely indifferent.

In addition, the city is full of buildings, and the old man's frail body can't bear to go up and down in elevators all day long.

Han Shuo counted, he had not returned to his hometown in the countryside for half a year, and this time he returned to the countryside, breathing the fresh air here, feeling particularly bright.

Opening the door, the family of three walked to the living room with big bags and small bags. There were several steps leading to the front of the living room, and there were green traces of moss on the steps.

Han Shuo walked over first, opened the bamboo curtain hanging in front of the door, and waited until his parents had gone in before he went in with his things.

The two gray-haired old men smiled kindly when they saw Han Shuo's family coming, "You guys are here. You came here when you came, why are you bringing so many things?"

The whole family sat together and talked about household chores, but it seemed to be very happy.

Han Shuo looked around every part of this small house, feeling very nostalgic.

Grandpa is an old pedant, and there are many collections of books in the house, including the thread-shaped "Analects of Confucius" and some yellowed history books. In addition to these, there are also a few Buddhist scriptures. When he was young, he also read Buddhist scriptures, but because of reading If you don't understand, you don't bother to scroll down.

He saw that his grandfather often read and recited these obscure Buddhist scriptures, and his grandfather's friends often came to borrow and recite these Buddhist scriptures.

Apart from books, he still remembers playing with a guqin when he was a child. This guqin had not been specially modified. As for the tone, he didn't know it when he was a child, he only knew how to play the piano.

While his parents were chatting happily with his grandparents, uncles and aunts, Han Shuo stood up, walked out of the living room door, and strolled in this secluded yard.

Although this small courtyard that carried his childhood may look simple to outsiders, in his mind, it is the most beautiful, just like a fairyland on earth.

He looked at the date tree in the center of the courtyard and remembered the scenes of playing with his friends when he was a child. For a moment, he was deeply immersed in the memories of the beautiful past.

It took him a long time to escape from this kind of memory. Later, in order to preserve these beautiful memories, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to seal them in photos.

"Crack-"

After the shooting, he directly shared it through Weibo, and attached a passage of his own: "The simple but not simple courtyard carries my fond memories of my childhood."

When Han Shuo sent this meager message, some fans commented.

"Wow, the place where Teacher Han Shuo lived when he was a child is so beautiful. It's hard to see such a place in the city."

"Our childhood was spent fiddling with electronic products, but we didn't expect Mr. Han Shuo to be accompanied by such a beautiful scenery."

"I'm envious! If I could live in such a clean environment when I was young, how great would it be?"

But at this moment, a discordant voice sounded:
"What kind of shit place is this? Even the environment of my kennel is better than the environment of this dilapidated place. I really don't know if the people who come out of this place have any moral defects?"

The name of this person is Liu Xinsheng. He was the one who was outcompeted by Han Shuo for his poem at the charity auction. Afterwards, he held a grudge and planned to take the opportunity to take revenge. However, after observing for a few days, he found that there was nothing to criticize. .

Originally, he was planning to give up, but Han Shuo actually posted such a picture. The house in the picture was so simple that it looked like a slum. Now, he finally found his chance.

When Han Shuo's fans saw Liu Xinsheng slandering the place where Mr. Han Shuo lived when he was a child, they immediately became angry. Some of them had a bad temper, and they started cursing directly:

"You are still a poet? What's wrong with the place being dilapidated? Some people's hearts are even more dilapidated than this!"

"That's right, the environment where you lived in your childhood was very good? If it's very good, why did you raise a scum like you?"

"That's right, you're still a literati? You're just talking nonsense!"

(End of this chapter)