The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

The conversation with Xu Huaiqing this time because of Mochizuki Saburo was also the first time that Xu Huaiqing had spoken so many words after Shaoting was reborn in this era.

If it is said that before this, his evaluation of Xu Huaiqing was nothing more than a cheap father, a modern and fashionable young man, with additional buffs such as patriotism, wealth and knowledge, but it was just that, like a flat paper man, with no matter how many people were added Assuming that the author did not write down the story about this character, then he is always just a symbolic impression.

In this conversation, Shaoting probably also touched his inner world from this man's words:

It was desolate and sad.

He even walked down the stairs in a daze and stood in front of his room door.

For a moment, I thought, what is hidden in this person's heart under his usually handsome and gentle face, always with a clear smile?

Mourning to the point of mourning, silence to the point of desolation, so is he angry?

Zhenzhen opened the door, she had already finished the novel, she waited for a long time without her brother coming back, and was about to look for him, so she met the dazed brother standing outside the room.

The little girl looked up, and seeing his expression, she asked with concern: "Brother, have you been scolded by your father? Hey... Dad wouldn't do such a thing, right? What are you thinking standing here? "

Xu Shaoting shook his head: "I didn't get scolded, I just chatted casually."

Zhenzhen asked curiously, "What did you talk about?"

Xu Shaoting pushed the little girl's shoulder and walked inside: "There's nothing to talk about, just study and support me in writing novels."

Zhenzhen smiled and said: "Father is the most open-minded. I said before that I would not marry. My aunt said that there is no such woman, but my father said that I should make my own decisions in life."

Xu Shaoting replied slightly perfunctorily: "Yes, I can only walk my own life, and no one can walk it for you."

It’s just that the road of life is often just a step away. Sometimes you think that a small choice may lead to a life of dissatisfaction with thorns and treacherous steps.

Zhenzhen followed behind Xu Shaoting, and said in a loud voice: "Brother, when will you write the next chapter? I guess I found out that you are always stuck in the plot at the end of each chapter. No wonder every time I read it, I still can't get enough of it. Aunt said you did it on purpose, by the way, when will you submit the manuscript?"

Xu Shaoting's mind hadn't recovered yet, and he hadn't recovered from the previous conversation. Zhenzhen followed behind him, and was caught off guard by seeing her brother's footsteps stop.

The little girl had a high nose, so she was the first to suffer the pain. She held her nose because it was bumped hard, and with tears in her eyes, she was about to ask, "Brother, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing her brother who was only 16 years old shaking his head.

He was talking to himself, and he was also very emotional, and he said something in a heavy tone:

"If you don't explode in silence, you will perish in silence."

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On the second day, the big thing passed away after sleeping, and Xu Shaoting's heavy heart that he was passively tolerated last night dissipated early in his sleep.

Today in the make-up class, I was just absent-minded and a little worried about Xu Huaiqing. He was so sad in his heart and didn't show it on his face. His family really couldn't understand him:

As a son, he is a "silly white but not sweet" who has traveled from a hundred years later.

His wife is a conservative traditional woman, and her daughter is too young to be regarded as a child for the time being. According to Xu Shaoting, Xu Yanran is best at eating, drinking and having fun... It cannot be said that she is Xu Huaiqing's "comrade-in-arms".

Not to mention Xu Huaiqing's other relatives, thinking of the time in the old house, Shaoting is still deeply moved and wondered how the Xu family raised such a glorious Xu Huaiqing. It's a genetic mutation...

Fortunately, teacher Zhang Qiuren is not much better than this student in class today, and he is also a little bit off-centered on tutoring, even Shaoting took back the lost soul before him.

He concentrated on his textbook, with an empty cushion beside him.

He turned his head sideways, and the sharp and delicate pale side face that he could see every time in class was just a piece of air now.

Xu Shaoting thought to himself, he was not used to it.

It seems that the beautiful scenery that I am used to seeing is suddenly within reach, but suddenly I can't see it one day, and I feel a little empty in my heart.

Zhang Qiuren came to the class today and explained to him: "Your brother called early in the morning. It turned out that he had a cold, maybe he had a fever, and his throat was inflamed. In short, his voice was hoarse and his nose was blocked, so the two-day class It's just you and me."

Xu Shaoting suddenly felt guilty: "It was all because of me yesterday that my brother got caught in the rain."

On a normal day, Zhang Qiuren would have been gossiping and asking about what happened yesterday.

Today I just said: "Oh, it turned out that it rained yesterday."

It was Shao Ting who said: "Without senior brother by my side, I always feel that something is missing in class."

Zhang Qiuren replied casually: "It's not surprising. I always see a puppy wagging its tail at me in the alley when I go home on weekdays. Suddenly one day I don't see this puppy when I go home. Order something."

Xu Shaoting said "ah", hesitantly saved Shen Lingjun's face: "It's not good to compare senior brother with a puppy, is it?"

"What's wrong?" Zhang Qiuren curled his mouth.

His eyes were about to fly into the sky: "He also called me a pug."

"But what kind of puppy is he?" Zhang Qiuren snorted and laughed again, "Your brother's physique, I think it's a big bear."

Xu Shaoting: "...that must be a polar bear."

After all, Shen Lingjun is nothing.

This is what Shaoting said when he first met Mr. Zhang Qiuren today. At that time, he realized that Mr. Zhang’s thoughts were elsewhere today. Now the class only lasted for an hour and a half, which was half of the three hours agreed upon at ordinary times. Mr. Zhang Qiuren He even put away the stationery and textbooks in front of him openly, and swept them into his briefcase.

Teacher Zhang, who was too casual, said, "Oh, I'm in a bad mood today, and my mind is always distracted in class, Shaoting, you can study by yourself next time."

Xu Shaoting reminded speechlessly: "The tuition fee...?"

Zhang Qiuren clicked his tongue: "There's no need to be polite between us. Of course, you don't need to save, just send them to me. If your father asks, just say that I left 10 minutes earlier."

Xu Shaoting: This guy is really shameless, the one and a half hour class is so boring, you still have the nerve to ask for a three-hour make-up class fee?

But after Zhang Qiuren said this, he carried his briefcase and said see you in the next class, people came and left in a hurry, Xu Shaoting looked at his back in such a hurry, and couldn't help cursing in his heart, could it be Zhang Qiuren What did the teacher provoke who shouldn't be provoked?Is this hiding from the enemy?

It's just that Zhang Qiuren asked him that if Xu Huaiqing asked about the class situation, it would be useless to say that he left an hour and a half earlier, or 10 minutes earlier.

Xu Shaoting has long discovered that the housemaid and housekeeper Eric are Xu Huaiqing's "eyeliner". Without him saying anything, Xu Huaiqing knows whether Zhang Qiuren has attended and finished classes on time.

Sure enough, after a while, Teacher Zhang walked forward, and Eric took advantage of the time to come over to change tea and snacks, and asked seemingly indifferently: "Why did Teacher Zhang leave so early today? Isn't there an hour and a half of class next?" ?”

Xu Shaoting said: "Maybe there is something urgent."

Eric replied meaningfully: "The tutoring fee that the teacher can get today is only half."

Xu Shaoting thought to himself, Teacher Zhang, it's not my fault.

Just bowed his head and sorted out the manuscript of "A Great Way to Fairy", Xu Shaoting said, "Uncle Eric, prepare a car for me, I'm going out for a while."

Just before going out, when passing the living room, she saw Xu Yanran crossing her arms, sitting face to face with Mrs. Zhang, who was painting Xu Yanran's ten fingernails.

The two of them didn't seem to be playing mahjong or cards today, and they didn't intend to go out. Xu Yanran glanced at him lazily, but didn't make a sound.

Mrs. Zhang shouted: "Young court, where are you going?"

"Go and send the manuscript to the newspaper." Xu Shaoting said.

Only then did Xu Yanran sit up straight, regained her energy, and asked with glowing eyes, "Have you decided where to submit your manuscript?"

About submission: Shaoting only told Zhenzhen once about the method of spreading the net widely.

Then, I discovered that this method is probably only applicable to the contracting of online novels of later generations, not to mention that the manuscripts a hundred years ago can only be handwritten, there is only one manuscript, and there is no way to submit several manuscripts at the same time.

And later, Xu Shaoting read the instructions on the submission of the magazines and newspapers he bought, only to find that it is the same as the requirements of later magazines, and it is clearly written that multiple submissions of one article are prohibited.

"Shanghai Morning News." Xu Shaoting announced his name, "I'm going to vote for this one first."

Xu Yanran: "This...isn't this one going to be published at least once every three days?"

Xu Shaoting smiled and said, "You can also publish two chapters every day."

He has [-] words in one chapter and updates [-] words in two chapters every day, which is exactly the same as his previous update frequency.

Xu Yanran was surprised, but Zhang also asked incredulously: "I remember that your chapter is [-] words, so you have to write [-] words every day?"

Xu Shaoting raised the manuscript in a huge kraft paper envelope: "There are manuscripts, and there are not many four thousand words."

Zhang Shi and Xu Yanran immediately faced each other and stared at each other.

Xu Yanran shook her upturned hand and muttered to herself, "Isn't four thousand words a lot?"

Mrs. Zhang also said: "My son...is he so powerful?"

Is this a lot of words, Xu Shaoting thought to himself, one must know that when he was the most diligent, it was still more than half a month.

Xu Yanran also said suddenly: "We are not novel writers either. The young family is the first one in our family. Maybe they can write novels. They can easily write four thousand words a day."

I didn't say any more, but I still suggested: "Do you want me and your mother to accompany you to send the manuscript?"

Mrs. Zhang even looked at the big, not-so-thin envelope in her son's hand, and said worriedly: "What if the manuscript is lost by mail, this is a novel that Shaoting has written for a long time."

Hearing this, Xu Shaoting also became worried first, yes, there is no electronic version and copier in this day and age, his manuscript is only this one, if he loses it, he will cry to death.

It was Xu Yanran who made a suggestion: "You go directly to the newspaper office and hand over the manuscript to their editorial department."

This is a good way, Xu Shaoting responded to this, stepped out and came back, Xu Yanran heard him ask: "Auntie, do you have the phone number of Mr. Shen Lingjun's home?"

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The call was connected very quickly, the operator just turned around, and the female voice over there said: "Mansion Shen, may I ask who you are?"

Xu Shaoting: "...Miss Shen, Mr. Shen Lingjun, please answer the phone."

Shen Baoli obviously paused for two seconds, and then she replied coldly: "I haven't returned all night, who knows where I went."

After the words fell, he hung up the phone without waiting for Xu Shaoting to ask again.

Xu Yanran was just admiring the newly dyed bright red with her fingers open, when she saw her nephew, who was always unsuccessful in going out, rushing over.

Opening his mouth, he asked anxiously, "Where does Shen Lingjun live?"