The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

The whole novel of "The Man Who Chased the Sun" is about 15 words. The three women in the family gathered together and watched the sunset from the morning. In the afternoon, the editor-in-chief He came to pick up the manuscript of "The Way of the Great Way", thinking that the three women were holding it. Exactly.

Unexpectedly, when Bai came here, Editor-in-Chief He couldn't believe it: "You haven't written a single chapter?"

"It's my fault...but your manuscript is more than enough to be serialized for another week."

"How come you didn't write a single word for seven days?" Editor-in-Chief He still had an expression of disbelief. Qian Fengmingyue is now the signature writer of their Shanghai Morning News, so he naturally cares about Xu Shaoting very much.

Xu Shaoting is embarrassed to say that he is writing another novel, because the style of this novel is not very suitable for the Morning Post, so he has no plan to use the pseudonym of Qian Feng Mingyue to submit it to the Morning Post.

So he thought about it, and didn't tell Editor-in-Chief He the real reason, but said: "I also want to take a break occasionally and give myself a vacation."

"Your rest time is a bit long this time." After the editor-in-chief He finished speaking, fortunately, he still remembered the author in front of him. Firstly, he admired him very much, and secondly, he was the biggest cash cow of the newspaper at present. He quickly slowed down his tone and asked nicely. Is Xu Shaoting uncomfortable somewhere?

After exchanging pleasantries with Editor-in-Chief He for several times, confirming that Xu Shaoting is in good health, and that it wasn’t because he didn’t intend to write "The Great Way of Immortals", Editor-in-Chief He reluctantly let go. Good biscuits and cakes, packed in paper bags and handed over to Editor-in-Chief He.

After a few polite refusals, Editor-in-Chief He held the paper bag and bid farewell to Xu Shaoting, not forgetting to explain: "I will ask you to pick up the manuscript next week. You must write it, otherwise the skylight will really be opened."

Xu Shaoting didn't know that it was because of repeated guarantees that he sent the nagging Editor-in-Chief He away.

It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun had not yet set. He had no plan to write a manuscript today when he entered the house. He wrote 15 words a week, and it was still handwritten in traditional characters. Thinking about relaxing today, and it happened to be the weekend again, I wanted to ask Zhenzhen, a half Shanghai expert, to take him out for a stroll.

As a result, when he entered the living room, the three ladies who most frequently nagged him that he should go out more all said without raising their heads, "I haven't finished the novel yet."

Zhenzhen said: "Brother, if you want to go out to play, you can find other friends."

Xu Yanran said: "Or tomorrow, the few of us go out to watch a movie together, and it would be nice to have a meal outside."

Mrs. Zhang also said: "Is there no one else to date?"

Xu Shaoting, who only felt that he had touched his nose, fled the living room embarrassingly, went back to the bedroom and lay on the bed, did not move for a long time, finally thought about it, jumped off the bed and ran to the corridor, picked up the phone and dialed the only string of numbers he was familiar with .

Twenty or ten minutes later, the three ladies in the living room saw Xu Shaoting, who seemed to have no friends in Shanghai, wearing khaki pants, a white shirt, a leather jacket, and carrying a black jacket walking out.

Seeing him all dressed up for going out, Mrs. Zhang asked: "Are you going out to play by yourself?"

Xu Yanran was also amazed: "Have you prepared the car? It's boring to be alone."

Xu Shaoting replied to the two ladies with a half-smile: "I went out to play with someone, and they drove to pick me up."

Xu Yanran raised her eyebrows: "Oh, which rich and young man has an appointment with you?"

Xu Shaoting heard the horn of a car outside the villa, ran two steps and left a sentence: "Go play badminton with Mr. Shen Lingjun."

So behind Xu Yanran and Zhang's exchanged glances, both of them were thinking in their hearts: Sure enough, apart from Shen Lingjun, can Xu Shaoting find the second person to be friends with in the Shanghai stock market?

As a normal person, there is only one person who can be called a friend, and it seems that they are so abnormal. Zhang and Xu Yanran are often worried about Xu Shaoting, and they are also thinking about how to make this 16-year-old young man more Opportunity to make friends.

Xu Shaoting didn't know that he was so housebound that the elders in his family thought that something was abnormal. When he left the mansion, he saw the black car outside the door, and excitedly pulled the car into it. Didn't pay you back."

Then it was hard to ignore that there was a second person in the car, this person was sitting in the co-pilot, with curly brown hair, pale complexion, brown eyes looking in front of him, in his opinion, he was extremely young— —In the UK, you might be considered a 14-year-old child.

Shen Lingjun straddled the curly brown hair with one arm, took the coat, and said concisely: "Young court, you sit in the back."

Xu Shaoting was still looking at the young white man who was the co-pilot, he was probably only two or three years older than him, and he looked familiar, but just as white people see Asians with the same face, when he looked at this young white man, he also It was difficult to determine whether it was genuinely familiar, or if he had put another white face he had seen before on his face.

But what really caught his attention was that this young Caucasian, who appeared to be between him and Shen Lingjun, should be eighteen or nine years old, was wearing a black uniform with epaulettes, even if he lacked common sense, he had seen him in the concession The white man wearing this suit immediately understood that it should be the official uniform of the British police or military.

Perhaps the meaning of the uniform is really special. He sat in the back row for a while and didn't know whether he should say hello, or the young white man turned his head, grinned brightly and said, "Are you Xu Shaoting? I It's Ryan's colleague, you can call me by my Chinese name, Jack Shen."

First of all, I was surprised by this man's Chinese accent that did not lose Shen Lingjun's accent at all, so I almost blurted out: Mr. Jack, where is your Miss Rousi?

Thinking about it again, this person should be British, so I have no choice but to run away, and the hero and heroine of "Titanic" also happen to be British.

Then he was reminded of who this white man was by this bright smile.

Xu Shaoting stared at his warm and bright smile: "We have seen it before, the road behind the Ministry of Industry."

Hearing this, the white young man stared at him, and suddenly said, "Yes, I saw you last month in front of Ryan's former home."

Xu Shaoting thought it was a miracle that this person was not blind to Asians, he could only recognize the other person by his distinctive bright smile and hair and eye color.

Shen Lingjun, who seemed to be abandoned and ignored in the driver's seat, inserted a sentence without beginning and end: "Should I introduce you to each other?"

Jack said: "You don't need to introduce, we already know each other."

Xu Shaoting still secretly felt that this Shen Jieke always gave him a sense of disobedience, but he couldn't think of what was disobedient for the time being.

Shen Lingjun told the truth in one sentence: "I really can't believe that you are British. It's completely inconsistent with the spirit of a gentleman. If you weren't wearing a British military uniform, you would have thought you were an American."

"Don't compare me with those American idiots." Jack Shen protested.

Shen Lingjun sneered, Xu Shaoting also pushed aside the dark clouds to see the bright moon, looked at Shen Lingjun's slightly mean expression, but still had an elegant smile, and replied slowly: "Don't you? I thought everyone knew—so you know too .”

That's right, that's right, looking at the expression on Shen Lingjun's side face and listening to his tone of voice, Xu Shaoting found that only in terms of temperament, Shen Lingjun was probably more British than the white Shen Jackie.

Shen Jieke protested, but what he said was ridiculed by Shen Lingjun in a few words. Xu Shaoting sat behind, watching the conversation between the two people did not feel that he was excluded, but it was strange to find that Shen Lingjun also had such a side.

In fact, when the two of them first met and got along, Shen Lingjun's seemingly friendly and appropriate expression and manner towards others just showed a sense of distance from him.

The two became acquainted, and now I have to say that many accidental things happened, such as they each knew some little secrets of each other.

Xu Shaoting couldn't help thinking: It seems that there is nothing that can bring people closer to each other faster than knowing what the other party doesn't want you to know.

However, Shen Jieke seemed to be an American silly white man, and after a few arguments with Shen Lingjun, both of them remembered that there was someone in the back seat.

He turned his head and chatted with Xu Shaoting earnestly, and said, "You don't look like an adult, you seem to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. Are you Ryan's younger brother?"

Xu Shaoting pondered a question, he said: "I will be 17 years old by the end of the year."

Then he shook his head: "I am friends with Ryan, we have a common tutor, you can also treat us as classmates."

Then he asked him the question: "Why is your surname Shen?"

Jack Shen smiled brightly: "Do you think I chose the surname Shen because of Ryan?"

Xu Shaoting: "That doesn't seem to be the case."

Shen Jieke said: "It's a long story, there is a story in it, so I won't tell you, but the reason why I chose the surname Shen has nothing to do with Ryan."

Xu Shaoting thought to himself: I'm not interested in hearing your story either, in fact I'm not interested in you at all.

Shen Jieke obviously also found that his friend Ryan's friend is a really rather indifferent person, completely lacking the vigor and curiosity that a boy of this age should have.

It was obvious that he was a young man in his clothes, but he did not expect to talk to him along the way until they arrived at the destination. The chat between the two of them could only be described as neither salty nor bland.

And the place I arrived at was the backyard of a mansion. There was a badminton playing field in the backyard bigger than Xu’s house. When I got there, I saw that there were already many young people. If you look carefully, there are both white and yellow people. People of the yellow race have even more.

When Shen Jieke saw this kind of scene, he felt a bit at ease in the sea. He quickly took off his military jacket, stuffed it into Shen Lingjun's arms, and ran into the crowd. He asked for a badminton racket and went out to fight with others.

Shen Lingjun and Xu Shaoting were left behind and could finally get along alone.

Xu Shaoting saw that he was holding two coats in his arms, Shen Ling followed his gaze, but was also speechless, so he could only say: "You two... are a bit alike."

"Where does it look like?" Xu Shaoting could hardly agree.

Shen Lingjun laughed and said: "Sometimes careless looks are very similar, but..."

"But what?"

Shen Lingjun shook his head, and refused to tell the rest. He held up his gentlemanly appearance, but in fact he was as tall as a tree stump and was holding two coats, not knowing how attractive he was.

Xu Shaoting silently gave the word "silly big guy" to this person.