The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

After Xu Shaoting finished speaking, he found that there was no sound—how can he describe the expressions on his cheap family members, from his aunt Xu Yanran to his younger sister Zhenzhen?

In short, they all looked at him in shock.

Xu Huaiqing was even more thoughtful, his eyes were fixed on him.

Xu Shaoting was a little weak-legged by this gaze, he thought to himself, is there something wrong with what I said?Why do they all look at me like cherishing animals?

The young man managed to force a smile, and realized that his troubles came from his mouth, but the words he said were just like the truth that there is no medicine for regret in this world, and it is impossible to take them back.

His smile was uglier than crying, and he said weakly, "I'm talking about it casually, and I didn't mean to say that your views are wrong."

"Also, I didn't sleep last night." Xu Shaoting really felt very weak, he covered his heart, "You guys keep talking, I'll go back to sleep."

After all, Xu Shaoting turned around and wanted to run away. He is not stupid. Father and Auntie saw that he was not as easy to fool as Zhang and Zhenzhen. less stuffing.

Subconsciously, Xu Shaoting has a sense of guard against this era, and also has some guilt.He occupied someone else's body and lived. Even if the original owner, a 16-year-old boy, died, his parents would not know, and thought that the person in front of him was their child.

Xu Huaiqing saw his son's face was pale and the circles around his eyes were black, he knew that he was telling the truth, and when he saw others and a little mouse about to slip away like a big cat, he immediately called out amusedly: "Young court."

Xu Shaoting turned his head slowly and looked at Xu Huaiqing, but he couldn't yell that father.

Xu Huaiqing also acquiesced that he was not close to the child, which is also a matter of course, so he did not put on the air of a father.

He only regards the boy in front of him as an equal person, a friend with the same status as himself.

Xu Huaiqing stood up and took two steps, stretched out his hand and patted Xu Shaoting's shoulder, and asked gently: "You have been writing this novel all night? I saw that there is still your revised first draft."

When Xu Shaoting was touched so much, he tried to pretend that he didn't exist, and tried to attract as little attention as possible. He couldn't bear the conditioned reflex, his body froze, and he took a step back.

Xu Huaiqing's expression changed slightly, he withdrew his hand, but soon his face returned to a gentle expression.

Xu Shaoting knew that his actions had hurt the cheap father who wanted to protect his son, but he thought in his heart, you are not familiar with your son, I know from servants and Zhenzhen that you are not a qualified father .

Xu Huaiqing was seriously lacking in the growth of his children.

So even though Xu Shaoting didn't like a mother like Zhang's, in comparison, Xu Huaiqing was a nice person, but as a father, he didn't have the face to criticize Zhang's poor education of his children.

Xu Yanran walked over suddenly, her high heels made a rattling sound on the ground, the tall beauty was wearing high heels and pressed down on Xu Shaoting.

A black and shaggy person stood still in front of Xu Shaoting under the dark clouds, with one red lip, Xu Shaoting's heart trembled at first, he was scared.

He has a bit of woman phobia, the more feminine mature women, the more afraid he is.

When Xu Shaoting was writing a novel before, he participated in an author's annual meeting. There was a girl who was the same age as him, and the two of them got along quite well.

The author's conference came with a three-day hot spring vacation benefit. At the end of the day, the girl dressed up carefully, put on a skirt and put on makeup. Amid the booing of all the authors, she invited him to have a cup of coffee alone.

Xu Shaoting was trembling in his heart at that time, and he found an excuse to refuse.

Turning back to the room, the author in the same room joked with him: "You don't like such a beautiful girl? Do you think she is young and prefers more mature and good-looking ones?"

Xu Shaoting almost replied angrily, as long as he is a woman, he can't do it. If you are thinner and taller and look more human, I will consider giving it a try.

Of course he was roaring like this in his heart, but on the surface he only said seriously: "What are you thinking? I am only a freshman in high school. What kind of love is this age? As students, the most important thing for us is to study hard and get into a good university. Delaying study, puppy love is wrong!"

The other party was startled by this righteous statement.

It took a while to realize: "You fucking update [-] words a day, and you have the face to say study hard?!"

After saying this, the first year of high school was over, and Xu Shaoting really couldn't take care of both academics and novels. Coupled with various comprehensive reasons, he went to the class teacher to drop out of school.

Xu Shaoting's real-life classmates and relatives don't know about Xu Shaoting's writing of novels, nor does the head teacher.

Just looking at his famous brand, he doesn't look like a poor family, but like a young master.Xu Shaoting lied to the class teacher, saying that he was going to study abroad.

Knowing that his parents died young, the head teacher said: "Then let your adults handle the withdrawal procedures."

Xu Shaoting turned around and found the male author of the same website in his own city, a 30-year-old civil servant, who came to the school pretending to be his uncle.

The other party was willing to help him because the two had known each other for nearly four years, they were considered "friends who forgot the year", and they knew his background, and they invited him to eat dumplings at their home during the Chinese New Year.

I also know that after Xu Shaoting dropped out of school, he had his own plans and plans. He just helped him complete the drop-out procedures. Xu Shaoting invited him to dinner, and the two of them bought popsicles on the way and sucked them.

The fake uncle suddenly dragged him to go back, and said to him: "Qianfeng, I don't think it's okay, you still have to go back to school."

Xu Shaoting bit the popsicle stick and broke his hand that was pulling his collar, cursing: "You are sick, and the formalities have been completed, so it's useless to go back."

The fake uncle said: "How can you not go to school at your age, no matter how I think about doing this, it is wrong!"

Xu Shaoting said: "Then let's go back now, and then the dean will notify my adults to come to the school. Don't you worry that those relatives of my family will beat you up and add some surprises to your life?"

Xu Shaoting's words successfully persuaded the fake uncle to leave, and the real uncle came to the door at night, and he was calling the waste collector to come to collect the books, when his uncle saw the sold high school textbooks, his expression changed immediately.

Xu Shaoting didn't hide it, he said that he had dropped out of school and would write novels full-time in the future.

His uncle is less than 40 years old, his temples are grayed out by life, and his face is sad, which can compete with Lu Xun's Mrs. Xianglin.

Knowing that he doesn't go to school, because he didn't know that he made a lot of money writing novels, and Xu Shaoting's grades in junior high school were not good, so this high school still paid a high tuition fee of [-] yuan a year to get in.

Thinking that the relatives in the circle of uncles and aunts were unwilling to pay the children's tuition fees, the uncle said with red eyes: "Young court, regarding the tuition fees, uncle will find a way for you."

Xu Shaoting kicked the textbook on the floor, and replied in a calm tone: "My aunt doesn't have a job, and there are two children at home, and my uncle alone makes money to support the family. The aunts are all housewives, and none of them work. You ask them for money? But they have children of their own to raise."

The uncle wiped his face: "I won't ask them for it, I'll pay your tuition by earning my own money."

"Hey..." Xu Shaoting chuckled and shook his head, "Uncle, your own child is about to be born, and it's all about spending money. Unless you don't want to spend time with your aunt, don't say such things."

When 16-year-old Xu Shaoting finished speaking, his uncle sat down on the ground, and the big man covered his eyes and cried, scolding himself for being incompetent and unable to support his nephew.

Xu Shaoting knelt down sincerely and handed the napkin to his uncle. If his uncle had a little discernment, he would have found that many things in his nephew's house were quite expensive. Unfortunately, this man was too careless to notice the poor little nephew in his heart. Already out of poverty.

"Uncle." Xu Shaoting yelled when he saw his uncle wiped his tears and blew his nose.

The uncle said "Oh" and lowered his head, not daring to look at him, just like Xu Shaoting always waited until dark when he was in elementary school before he came to pick him up.

Then, one day, he said, "Tingting, uncle is useless, you... go to uncle's house next month."

From then on, no one came to pick him up after school.

Now the man said again: "It's useless to be an uncle...no money..."

Xu Shaoting shook his head and begged his uncle sincerely: "Uncle, I beg you one thing, don't say anything about raising me as your son in the future."

"It always makes me have untimely expectations."

"My heart...is also very uncomfortable."