revived

The atmosphere is eccentric.

Ren Hao rubbed his hands, and boldly said: "Mr. Gu, this, I can ask, why did you let me be the class representative? Well, maybe you don't know, my grades in the high school entrance examination are very average."

"Is it average?" Gu Yueyan gently put down the coffee cup, and looked at him closely while sitting upright: "Some people are born to play with literature materials, maybe his grades are not very high, but his potential is definitely not small. "

Ren Hao didn't understand what she meant. It is true that his literary skills are not bad, but how did Gu Yueyan know?

"I read your article."

"Articles? Compositions during the high school entrance examination?" It is impossible for Ren Hao to remember what he wrote in the high school entrance examination.

"You should know better than me what article I'm talking about." Gu Yueyan tapped the desktop with her fingertips, "If it is graded as a composition for the high school entrance examination, most people, including me, should give it a zero score. However, a very small number of people may give full marks."

She looked at Ren Hao, and just looked at him like this: "Only this time, the next time will not be an example."

Chapter 9

"Article? Let's take it as an example?" Ren Hao blinked his eyes pretending to be calm: "What are you talking about?" Ren Hao's heart was beating wildly, and he wished he could find a mouse hole to get in.

Gu Yueyan saw that he was pretending to be stupid, rubbed his temples helplessly, and looked at him solemnly: "You seem to be wondering how I know, um, your handwriting is very beautiful and very old-fashioned, so you are very similar to other boys." It’s easy to distinguish, maybe you don’t know it yet, all the fonts on the love letter are very special, and they are connected in one stroke. Later, the moment I saw you signed your name after your student number, I knew that love letter You wrote it, Ren, but there is a single person beside you."

Ren Hao swallowed dryly: "So you let me be the representative of the Chinese class?"

"Yes, aside from the nature of your behavior, the love letter itself is still very valuable." Gu Yueyan didn't blush or heartbeat, without any sign of embarrassment, perhaps, she didn't think of herself as a man at all.

No wonder, she is 26 years old, ten years older than herself!

After thinking about it, Ren Hao patted his head hard as if he had made up his mind, "Mr. Gu, just like what the letter said, I really..." Before Ren Hao could really confess, Gu Yueyan's unquestionable voice Then interrupted him: "Let's stop here for the prank, I hope you can focus on your studies."

mischief?

Maybe, she wanted to change the topic, maybe, she really thought so.

Ren Hao didn't know what Gu Yueyan was thinking, but he was talking about this, if he continued to stalk him, he would only be left behind, Ren Hao gave a wry smile, and left dejectedly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gu ,I'm going back."

"Ah."

The moment he opened the door, Ren Hao remembered something, and suddenly turned around and said, "Uh, can you not tell Teacher Xia about this, I'm afraid..."

"I called you here alone, so I didn't plan to make a big deal out of it." Gu Yueyan opened an information book and looked at it slowly, without raising his head, "But if there is a second time, I can't guarantee it."

Ren Hao took a deep breath in a low mood: "Are you threatening me?"

Gu Yueyan's movements of turning the pages of the book came to an abrupt end, and she cast her gaze on Ren Hao, "You can understand it this way." It could be seen that Gu Yueyan was very dissatisfied with her last words.

……

Lovelorn?

Then have a drink!

This seems like a logical thing to do.

Gu Yueyan's reaction was basically within Ren Hao's expectations, and he wasn't too sad, but he just felt that he should drink to relieve his sorrow.

I found a mutton skewer stall at the entrance of a Hutong far from my home, "Twenty skewers, three big kidneys, a pack of Honghe, a bottle of Erguotou, the kind with 56 degrees."

After two bites, his face became paler and paler.Ren Hao had a bad stomach since he was a child, so not only did he not look good when he drank, but the more he drank, the whiter he became.

He drank less than half of a bottle of Red Star Erguotou, and he basically broke down, staggering towards home.

"Hao, what are you?"

Ren Hao raised his heavy eyelids in a daze, and saw a plump young woman, "Aunt Rong, didn't you... have you gone on a trip?" Belching, Fan Qirong frowned, "I'm Just came back, hey, have you been drinking?"

Ren Hao lost his footing and bumped into the wall. He felt quite comfortable, so he leaned there, "No, I didn't drink much, hehe, hehe, it's only half a catty." There was a slight satisfaction between his brows, yes, In the previous life, he only drank three taels at most, which is not a bad record.

Fan Qirong, who is about 30 years old, lives in Xifang, and is an old neighbor with Ren Hao's family.

She shook her head and looked at the north room with a sigh. After pondering for a while, Fang stepped forward to support Ren Hao, and dragged him into her room, "It's getting dark, I don't think you should go home tonight, and Aunt Rong Live here."

Drunk-eyed Ren Hao was stunned: "How can I do that?"

Fan Qirong covered her mouth and nose with her white palm, "You smell of alcohol, go home and let your elder brothers and sisters see you, and you won't be beaten to death. Quick, come into the house with your aunt." Fan Qirong's father and Ren Hao's grandfather are very good friends Brother, so the relationship between the two is relatively close.

Ren Hao suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, "Yes, yes, thank you Aunt Rong for reminding me." Then he remembered that he was barely 16 years old and his parents didn't allow him to drink alcohol.

Aunt Rong's house is not as big as her own, only eight or nine meters long.A few pots of elegant flowers and plants are placed on the window sill. The home is very simple but extremely clean.

Fan Qirong helped Ren Hao lie down on the big wooden bed, and the spotless white sheets were scratched by Ren Hao's shoes in an instant. She sighed helplessly, went to the yard to fetch a basin of clean water, threw a towel, and gently touched Ren Hao's drunken face. After wiping it, he kept complaining: "You, you, you are drinking like others at such a young age, and even drank half a catty in one go, it's really desperate."

The soft fragrance sprayed from his lips, Ren Hao squinted his eyes in enjoyment, and said obediently: "Aunt Rong, I won't dare next time."

Slowly smoothing the messy hair on his forehead, Fan Qirong reminded: "Call the eldest sister quickly, otherwise she should be in a hurry."

Ren Hao's airs became too high, he hiccupped and raised his arms: "Phone call."

Fan Qirong smiled wryly, and took out the mobile phone from her satchel and handed it to him.

Ren Hao blinked and pouted aggressively: "Dial me." Fan Qirong pressed the number, dumbfounded, and gave him the phone again. Ren Hao tilted his neck and motioned for Aunt Rong to put the phone on his ear, "Mom , me and Jiang Wei's house, we won't go back today."

Zhuo Yuqin on the other end of the phone muttered: "Don't cause trouble for others, don't always play computer games, remember to go to bed early."

"I know mom."

"Hmph, call early next time, mom thought something happened to you."

After the beep sounded, Ren Hao twisted his neck to let Aunt Rong take the phone away, and then changed into a comfortable position and lay down on the bed.

"This child." Fan Qirong smiled wryly and shook her head.

Ren Hao has always given her the impression of being submissive, even talking to herself is timid.But who would have thought that after drinking this wine, he would be a different person.Seeing his dizzy appearance, Fan Qirong couldn't help laughing, slowly bent down, and took off his shoes and socks, "Hao, go to sleep, everything will be fine when you wake up tomorrow."

Jiu Zhuang is cowardly, this seems to be true.

Ren Hao stood up with the help of alcohol, and stared straight at her: "Aunt Rong, you, you are so beautiful."

Fan Qirong's mature pretty face flushed a little, and she gave him a white look with a smile: "If my aunt is beautiful, she won't be unable to marry at this age."

Fan Qirong shook the light-colored towel quilt she used to cover, and wanted to cover him.

Ren Hao's voice was dry, and he blurted out impulsively: "Otherwise, I'll marry you."

Chapter 10 Fan Qirong

"Otherwise, I'll marry you."

The reason for saying this sentence is not entirely due to the effect of alcohol.During the nine years of secretly falling in love with Gu Yueyan, it's not that Ren Hao has never tried other people's ideas. After all, the reality is cruel. For the sake of his parents, he has to marry a wife and have a child. So, Ren Hao once set his goal on Fan Qirong body.

He still clearly remembered that when he told his mother about this idea, Zhuo Yuqin, who had always loved him, went into a rage and almost attacked him. His father was also so angry that his face turned pale and he couldn't speak.

There are two reasons for their excitement.

Firstly, grandfather and Fan Qirong's father had a good relationship, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they are brothers.Fan Qirong is one generation older than herself, so naturally they can't be together.

Two, it was Fan Qirong's age, she was ten years older than herself, it was really not acceptable to her parents.

In this way, Ren Hao's "transfer love" plan was strangled in the cradle.

"Marry me?" Fan Qirong was obviously stunned there. Slowly, her face became ugly. She stared at Ren Hao's eyes, exhaled, and then put on a gentle smile again. Caressing Ren Hao's face: "Aunt Rong pretended you didn't hear it when you had a drink today, but remember, you can't talk nonsense anymore, if you ask your big brother and big sister to listen to it, you will be in big trouble."

have to!Two confessions in one day were all ignored!

Ren Hao lay down in anger and didn't say a word to her.

After thinking about it carefully, I feel that my current situation is a bit like being hungry. When I see a mature young woman, I want to confess, alas, my mentality is not good.

But, who can understand themselves?

A bachelor who has been playing for 25 years, the desire for love is beyond ordinary people's imagination!

"Yo, I'm quite tempered." Fan Qirong looked at him sullenly, and couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing coquettishly: "If you say that alcohol is really harmful, a well-behaved child can become like this, haha, tell me Aunt Rong, what happened today, why did you drink so much wine?"

Ren Hao groaned, "I don't know."

Seeing that he might be really angry, Fan Qirong squeezed out an inexplicable wry smile, pulled the quilt to cover him tightly, and Fang stroked Ren Hao's hair like a child: "Sleep well, Aunt Rong is off to work."

After turning off the headlight, she moved to the small writing desk next to her, and changed the angle of the desk lamp so as not to disturb Ren Hao's sleep. Then, Fan Qirong focused on holding a dark green Parker pen, and began to scribble on the notebook. .

Fan Qirong's current occupation is a writer, so she can only be considered a minor celebrity, but Ren Hao knows that within this year, Fan Qirong will write a workplace novel, and then become popular all the way, stepping into the ranks of famous writers.

In the previous life, the job of publishing and editing was only found with the help of Fan Qirong, otherwise Ren Hao, who graduated from a junior college, would not have been able to apply for the position so smoothly.

Ren Hao didn't sleep, he tossed and turned for a while, then raised his head and looked sideways at Aunt Rong, the mature and plump female body was very tempting, swallowing pitifully, Ren Hao asked expectantly: "Aunt Rong, aren't you going to sleep?"

Fan Qirong stopped writing for a while, "I have more inspiration at night. If everything goes well, I may write until morning. Well, leave Aunt Rong alone, and go to bed first."

"Let's sleep together, oh no, that, I mean, staying up late is not good for your health." Ren Hao's excessively pale cheeks blushed due to alcohol stimulation, "You should go to bed early."

Fan Qirong frowned slightly and put down the pen, paused for a moment, then picked it up again, and continued writing without saying anything.Ren Hao clearly saw that Aunt Rong's corner of the eye was quietly calling at him, and there was a slightly strange taste in her eyes.

His mind was confused, knowing that Aunt Rong had seen through his mind, Ren Hao didn't feel too embarrassed, coughed lightly twice, and quickly turned over and fell asleep.

……

the next morning.

Ren Hao with a splitting headache slowly opened his eyes, the scorching sun had dyed the curtains golden.

While rubbing his temples, Ren Hao looked around, the next moment, the memory of last night came to mind, Ren Hao only felt his face turn red, and he slapped himself in annoyance, regretting endlessly.

What I marry you, what let's sleep together, he remembered it all!

Broken, broken, alas, you shameful bastard!How will you get along with Aunt Rong after this?

He lifted the towel and sat up, only then did Ren Hao notice that Fan Qirong had buried her head on the desk and was already in a deep sleep. Thinking about it, this posture would definitely not be comfortable, alas, it was all my fault for adding such a big pillow to her. trouble.

Ren Hao got up guiltily, didn't even bother to put on his shoes, went to Aunt Rong's side and poked her on the shoulder, calling softly, "Aunt Rong, go to bed and sleep."

Fan Qirong woke up faintly, yawned, and looked at him sleepily: "Sober? That's good, um, wait for aunt to make you breakfast, what do you want to eat?" The body stood up.

"No, no, no." Ren Hao was so moved that he waved his hands repeatedly to refuse: "I was all to blame for yesterday, alas, you should rest quickly, sleeping on your stomach is not good for your cervical spine."

Fan Qirong stroked her messy long hair, "Okay then, don't drink so much wine next time, it will make people feel distressed."

After putting on his shoes, Ren Hao kept nodding his head: "Thank you, Aunt Rong, I'm sorry for causing you trouble yesterday."

"Hehe, why are you being polite with Aunt Rong?" Aunt Rong randomly picked up a hairpin from her hair, and Aunt Rong sat down on the bed wearily: "I have always regarded you as my own child." Ren Hao always felt that Fan Qirong's words had some deep meaning , perhaps implying that he should not have her idea.

……

A few steps back home, Ren Hao turned on the computer with a heavy heart, and checked the mailboxes one by one.

Seeing that he was about to move, Ren Hao had to think about money.However, I sent the script to BANDAI for several days, but there was no reply.

"DEATH-NOTE" has proved in practice that this animation is very promising, and it is impossible for BANDAI to look down on it.

Don't they want to make films without their own consent?

Probably not, BANDAI is also a big company, and this credit will not be lost.

Then there is another possibility, that is, BANDAI may not have received his email.Ren Hao suddenly remembered that the text of the script he sent was in Chinese. Not to mention whether there is anyone on Bandai who can understand Chinese, whether the text can be sent normally is a problem. Many times, emails between China and Japan will become sloppy. Garbled characters.

Ren Hao doesn't know Japanese, so he can only try to translate it with his half-baked English level [-].

Chapter 11

The next afternoon.

Uncle Zhuoqian came to visit the house.

He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a waxed back and a briefcase under his arm. He looked like a successful person.

My uncle was a bastard in this alley when he was young, and later paid some money with relatives and friends, and set up a freight company by himself.These days, it's not easy to do anything, especially starting a company, but my brother-in-law is tactful, clever, and courageous. Now that the company is on the right track, he has officially entered the ranks of the rich.

"Sister, brother-in-law, I'm here for dinner."

"Where are the two of them?" Zhuo Yuqin, who had just returned home from get off work, said with a smile, "Why didn't you come together?"

Zhuo Qian poured himself a cup of tea, tilted his neck and poured it into his stomach, heaved a sigh of relief: "Her mother and son went shopping in Xidan, and they said they would eat outside, and asked me to solve the food problem by myself." Throwing the satchel on the big bed in the back room , Zhuo Qian smiled and walked towards Ren Hao who was concentrating on typing in front of the computer, and leaned down: "I said Xiao Hao, crackling, what are you doing?"

Ren Xueyu, who was buried in the newspaper, shook the newspaper, "Aside from playing games, what else can he do seriously?"

Ren Hao didn't like to hear these words, but he was busy with his career.

Zhuo Qian shook his head: "Brother-in-law, I heard that video games are good for intellectual development, and it's good to play them properly." He had just finished speaking, and Zhuo Yuqin picked up the words: "From yesterday until now, I have been playing video games. Sitting next to the computer without even moving the floor, is this considered moderate?"

Zhuo Qian patted Ren Hao on the shoulder disapprovingly, "Son, it's summer vacation now, otherwise why would you let him go? Hehe, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and we can't be too strict." Among the relatives, Ren Hao is closest to Zhuo Qian because his uncle always spoils him and stands by his side in everything.

Zhuo Yuqin glared at him with a smile: "For your family Minmin, you also have such a free-range education?"

"Hey, Minmin is her mother's control, I can't get in." Zhuo Qian laughed, and then turned his eyes to the computer.An English-Chinese dictionary, a WORD window, full of dense tadpole texts, the uncle fainted immediately, "Sister, Xiaohao is not playing games, I saw someone in our company used this thing, it seems to be specially for recording text Yes, um, the thing you typed is called English, right?"