The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

Xu Huaiqing arrived home at around eight o'clock that night, ready to give the sample magazine to his son, but Xu Shaoting was lying on the table and writing hard.He has requirements for the sound of the surrounding environment when he writes novels. In the past, there were computers using keyboards to type, and Xu Shaoting always wore headphones to turn the light music song to the loudest.

Now that he came to the Republic of China, Xu Shaoting did not have this condition. Fortunately, his room was far away from the living room, so it was relatively quiet.One must know that Xu Yanran usually has nothing to do, so she likes to invite a few rich wives to play cards and mahjong. When a few women are together, the voice will not stop.

Mrs. Zhang didn't participate in this at first, she spent most of the day huddled in her room, picking up shoe soles or embroidering with a stretcher.

Xu Yanran laughed at her: "There is no shortage of these at home, besides, who would want to wear these outdated things you made."

Mrs. Zhang ignored Xu Yanran, and Xu Shaoting thought in his heart, this is not good, what is the meaning of living like this for a long time, but he has no way of suggesting that Mrs. Zhang go out and do something, and how do you think the most idle person in the family is like that. Who else is it.

Until Xu Yanran played mahjong three times in a group game, a lady went to call Mrs. Zhang, and she was so pestering that she let Mrs. Zhang out of the room, and sat at the same table with Xu Yanran besides eating.

Since then, Mrs. Zhang would join the group of wealthy wives from time to time. Although she talked less, she also played cards and mahjong.Neither of the sister-in-law and sister-in-law said anything clearly, but they seemed to have calmed down, and they seemed to be reconciled.

Later, when talking about the divorce, Xu Yanran said to Shao Ting: "Your article is so scary, but is your father like that? Support your mother for a lifetime."

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Xu Huaiqing drank some wine and went into his son's room with a magazine. He was a little excited and wanted to use the novel's draft as an opportunity to increase emotional exchanges with his son.

Xu Shaoting had noticed as early as he entered the room, but the novel was getting better and better, Xu Huaiqing came over and said to him happily: "Shao Ting, your novel has been finished."

Xu Shaoting replied directly: "I'm writing a new novel, and I don't have time to talk now, so please don't disturb me."

After finishing speaking, he still remembered that this person was his father in name, so he added politely: "Thank you."

Xu Huaiqing thanked me heartily, I am your father.At the same time, I was very itchy to be seduced, and I was very curious about what kind of new novel it was, so I wanted to chat with my son even more.

He sat by the bed, and at first he quietly looked at the young man who was writing at his desk. After a while, he felt bored and lowered his head to read a magazine. After finishing a magazine, he looked up , the boy is still the same.

This almost gave him the illusion that time had stood still on this person, sleepiness flooded his eyes, Xu Huaiqing yawned, and said with concern: "Shao Ting, don't sleep too late, your body is the most important thing."

After he finished speaking, he didn't get any answer. The young man really seemed to be frozen in time. If it wasn't for the pen he was holding that was rustling and writing all the time, it would only make people think that he was about to turn into a statue.

Xu Huaiqing felt helpless, and also remembered not to disturb his writing. He clipped the withdrawal slip to the page where the children's novels were published, and put it in the corner of the boy's desk. Until he left the room, the boy didn't even look at him.

When passing by the living room, Xu Yanran and some wives were playing mahjong. They were afraid they would stay up all night, so those wives also called home and informed their husband and children to stay at Xu's mansion tonight.

The living room was very lively, several ladies saw Xu Huaiqing, and greeted with a smile, Xu Huaiqing nodded and didn't want to say more, he was about to leave, and met Zhang who came back from the toilet.

Both of them were taken aback, the two of them rarely met each other, I don't know if it was Zhang's intentional staggering, but after moving to this mansion, it was the first time Xu Huaiqing faced Zhang so close.

When Mrs. Zhang saw him, she lowered her head and didn't make a sound, her little feet were about to go around him.

It was Xu Huaiqing who took the initiative to call out: "Ah Wu."

Mrs. Zhang seemed to be frightened, and trembled visibly with the naked eye. Seeing this, Xu Huaiqing said helplessly: "Why do you need to be afraid of me, we are also..."

The word husband and wife came to the tip of my tongue, but Xu Huaiqing couldn't say it.

Mrs. Zhang looked back at him at this moment, and said in a low voice, "What did you ask me to do? Is there something wrong?"

Xu Huaiqing wanted to say that he just wanted to shout, but when he said it, he heard himself ask softly, "Am I too late?"

"What's late?" Zhang looked at the man in front of her in confusion.

"Shao Ting is 16 years old, I came to be a good father at this time... Is it too late?"

"You are his father." Mrs. Zhang was even more puzzled, "What's too late?"

Xu Huaiqing looked deeply at the woman in front of him, he seemed to want to sigh, Zhang suddenly turned around and left, leaving only one sentence: "Don't look at me with such eyes."

Xu Huaiqing questioned for a moment, but how smart he was, he immediately understood what his wife said was "disappointed".

No matter how he taught his wife to read and write, Zhang's thoughts were always simple and rude. Her ideas were as firm as a rock, not just following the old tradition. Late.

Mrs. Zhang only thinks about the nature of father and son, and they should be born with good feelings.

She never thinks about it, even if it is a parent and child, the relationship needs to be cultivated.

Xu Huaiqing couldn't help being disappointed with such a wife, he even felt that his wife looked like a flesh and blood body, but in fact she was like a grass and a tree with no heart.

If it weren't for what Zhang said through Shaoting's novel, Xu Huaiqing always thought that she would not be sad, she would just be numb, and accept the life arranged for her by others without knowing it, even including her life. life.

Thinking of this, Xu Huaiqing suddenly froze. He held the handrail of the stairs tightly, thinking in a trance, how does this look like China today, since the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China, they passively accepted everything. Women are cowardly and numb, or this country has long been decayed and cowardly.For a moment, Xu Huaiqing actually combined the poor and weak country with the numb faces of women.

In fact, Xu Shaoting was tired from writing a long time ago, and wanted to stop writing and rest, stand up and move his body, but the cheap father just refused to leave, and he had nothing to talk to the cheap father, every time Xu Huaiqing only looked at it, he felt guilty for no reason, He found that Xu Huaiqing looked gentle, but he was a bit of a head teacher.

If Zhenzhen knew, she would definitely tell him: Our father really was a teacher.

Xu Yanran would add: Not only that, she was also chased by a female student from England to Shanghai.

In addition, Xu Huaiqing also forgot one thing, in addition to the magazine submission, Xu Shaoting's tutor will come soon, and Xu Shaoting will end his days of salting fish all day.