Chapter 235 Xixi is about to arrive at the battlefield
At noon on the 15th, in the kitchen of Room 1502, Bi Hai Lan Ting.

Xu Youyu, wearing an apron, stood beside Li Luo and helped him.

After five or six days of cooperation, the two of them are now getting more and more in sync in the kitchen.

Basically, as soon as Li Luo raised his hand, Xu Youyu knew what he wanted, and then quickly picked up the thing and handed it over.

Although it was quite hot in the kitchen when cooking, Xu Youyu enjoyed it and really enjoyed this kind of tacit happiness.

The kitchen scene, which has been used many times before, seems to have some new content to write about.

"By the way, did you go home after lunch?" Xu Youyu asked, "It's still two or three days before New Year's Eve."

"Xixi and her family are back tonight." Li Luo said, "Tomorrow I have to go shopping for New Year's goods with my parents and Xixi's family, and then we will go back to the countryside the day after tomorrow."

"Is that so?" Xu Youyu nodded. "I'm a little envious. My family always stays here during the Chinese New Year, and it doesn't feel like the festive atmosphere at all."

"Aren't you going back to your hometown for the New Year?" Li Luo asked.

"Well..." Xu Youyu blinked and said softly, "My grandparents died a long time ago, and my father's ancestors were not locals. When my grandfather was young, he studied in Hegu Province, and was later sent abroad by the country to study. After returning to China, he was invited to stay at Qianjiang University."

"So after grandpa passed away, my dad had almost no relatives to visit, so he was the only child."

"My mother's family is quite large, but her hometown was demolished a long time ago. Everyone has spread out in Yuhang City and there is no fixed hometown anymore."

"On New Year's Eve, my mother would invite my grandparents to our home to have a New Year's Eve dinner together, and then in the following days she would visit a few familiar relatives, but there wasn't much else to do."

"So that's how it is." Li Luo nodded, pretending to have heard it for the first time.

In fact, Li Luo had heard the real situation from Xu Youyu in his previous life.

"By the way, if you go back to your hometown to celebrate the New Year, does it feel like the New Year?" Xu Youyu couldn't help but ask curiously, "I've read a lot of books and watched movies and TV shows, and there are a lot of descriptions of it, but unfortunately I haven't experienced it myself. During the New Year, my family just went downstairs to set off some firecrackers or something."

"It's just like that." Li Luo laughed twice, "It's just worshipping the ancestors, eating New Year's Eve dinner, and setting off firecrackers. It's just more lively when there are more people."

"I'm so envious." Xu Youyu couldn't help but sigh and brought the dishes cooked by Li Luo to the dining table outside.

Li Luo followed him out and said, "I made an appointment with Zhu Sheng. I will invite her to the countryside to play during the Spring Festival. If you are interested, you can come with her then."

"Eh? Is that okay?"

"Why not?" Li Luo said with a smile, "It only takes 30 to 40 minutes by taxi. It's not a remote place. There are still many empty rooms in my grandfather's house."

"Then I won't be polite." Xu Youyu raised his eyebrows and suddenly became interested. "When will Zhu Sheng come back? I will contact her then."

"We should be boarding the plane soon." Li Luo checked the time. "We'll probably land late at night."

As he said this, Li Luo's phone vibrated a few times.

It’s a message sent from QQ.

Li Luo opened it and saw that it was really as if he had spoken of the devil.

[Yan Zhusheng]: We are about to board the plane.

[Li Luo]: Yes, I got it.

[Yan Zhusheng]: My mother’s friend is the president of her company, but I didn’t expect that his daughter would be Xixi.

[Li Luo]: Huh? Don’t you know?
[Yan Zhusheng]: Of course I know both of them, but this is the first time I see them together.

After hearing what Yan Zhusheng said, Li Luo remembered that Ying Zhicheng did not attend the last parent-teacher meeting.

It is estimated that Ying Zhicheng had never brought Ying Chanxi to meet Yuan Wanqing and Yan Zhusheng before.

Is this the first time their two families meet?

On the other hand, Ying Chanxi had already known that Yuan Wanqing was Yan Zhusheng's mother.

At most, he didn't know that Yuan Wanqing was an artist in Ying Zhicheng's company.

In comparison, I guess parents on both sides would be more surprised.

After all, Yuan Wanqing had met Ying Chanxi at a parent-teacher meeting before, but she didn't expect that she would be Ying Zhicheng's daughter.

However, Ying Zhicheng did not expect that their daughters were actually quite familiar with each other at school.

After discovering this, Ying Zhicheng and Yuan Wanqing felt relieved for some reason.

After all, if the two girls have a good relationship, then once they announce their relationship, the resistance from the children should be much smaller.

As for the pressure from external public opinion, it is secondary to the two of them.

After all, Yuan Wanqing is already in her thirties, so it is normal for her to find a husband and get married.

Her fans are not too crazy.

However, after being reminded by Yan Zhusheng, Li Luo suddenly realized something.

Ever since I finished chatting with Ying Chanxi on the phone one night a few days ago, it seems like she has never contacted me again?

I haven't taken the initiative to chat with him for several days. I was tortured by my senior students who dragged me here to collect materials every day, so I didn't have time to think too much.

At this moment, when Yan Zhusheng mentioned Ying Chanxi, Li Luo was suddenly shocked.

[Li Luo]: You didn't tell Aunt Yuan about me, did you? Uncle Ying probably doesn't know that I wrote a novel yet.

[Yan Zhusheng]: I definitely didn’t say it. When my mother talks about you to others, she always calls you Chongran and never mentions your real name. I have reminded her of this.

Hearing Yan Zhusheng say this, Li Luo immediately breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little more at ease.

[Li Luo]: That’s good. I must have been worrying too much.

But Li Luo probably never thought that he would be suspected by Ying Zhicheng just because he met him in the corridor of Huayue Film and Television Company.

As a result, all the internal contracts were dug out and submitted to Ying Zhicheng by Secretary Rong.

Li Luo was the one who rekindled this information, so naturally, nothing could hide.

It can only be said that as the president of a company, Ying Zhicheng's sensitivity in this regard is indeed not to be underestimated.

Poor Li Luo didn't know what was happening at this time.

But Li Luo changed his mind and realized that he was planning to reveal his true colors during the New Year anyway. It would only be a few days, so there was no need to worry about this.

It would be better to worry about what Ying Chanxi's reaction would be after reading his novel after the showdown.

"Eat." Xu Youyu served the meal to Li Luo and looked at his face strangely, "Why do you look a little ugly?"

"It's okay." Li Luo took a deep breath and was ready to face life and death.

"What do you mean?"

"I plan to confront Xixi during the Chinese New Year and tell her about the novel I'm writing."

"Ah? Is this true?" Xu Youyu's eyes widened, a little bit incredulous, "Why are you saying this out of the blue?"

"My mother is such a big mouth. When I didn't remind her at the beginning, I don't know how many relatives she told about my book writing." Li Luo said helplessly.

"I'm going back to the countryside for the New Year this time. Who knows how the news will spread among my relatives."

"Rather than being discovered by Ying Chanxi, it is better to confess and get leniency."

"Hahahaha~" After hearing this, Xu Youyu clapped his hands on the table and laughed, "I'm already looking forward to it. When Xixi reads your novel and sees Shen Dongdong, what will her reaction be?"

"It's just collecting materials." Li Luo said seriously with a straight face, "If you laugh again, I will recommend your book to Xixi and Zhusheng."

Xu Youyu: “???”

"It's fine if you want to be a suicide truck, but don't drag me into it!" Xu Youyu shouted, "I finally managed to hide it from my dad, please don't come up with any new tricks for me."

"I just said that." Li Luo curled his lips, "Look at the way you don't trust me, I already feel hurt."

"Come, come, eat more." Xu Youyu smiled and picked up some food for him. "You have worked hard to cook these past few days. I am very grateful. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely work like a cow or a horse to repay you for your kindness!"

"Why not pledge your love in this life?" Li Luo raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't being a slave in the next life something that is only said to people you don't like?"

"If you want, I can consider it." Xu Youyu blinked her big eyes, glanced at him shyly, then shyly covered her eyes with her hands and said coquettishly, "I'm afraid that you don't like me, so I dare not speak nonsense."

Li Luo's mouth twitched: "...You are really addicted to acting. It's a waste of your talent to write online novels. You should prepare to enter the film and television industry in the future."

"Are you going to sleep with the famous director?" Xu Youyu rolled his eyes.

Xu Youyu is well versed in all kinds of entertainment gossip. It's okay for her to write a related novel, but she would rather not do it herself and stay as far away from her as possible.

The two of them ate while chatting.

Soon, Li Luo received the last message from Yan Zhusheng before he boarded the plane.

[Yan Zhusheng]: It’s about to take off.

[Li Luo]: Well, tell me when you land. After talking to Yan Zhusheng, Li Luo considered it for a while and took the initiative to send a message to Ying Chanxi.

[Li Luo]: Is the plane about to take off?
[Li Luo]: Remember to send me a message after you land.

There was no immediate reply.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Li Luo's cell phone vibrated.

He picked it up and saw only one word on it.

[Ying Chanxi]: Oh.

……

In the afternoon, Yuhang City Writers Association.

As usual, Li Guoru spent the whole morning hanging out in the nearby community park, chatting with people and playing chess. After returning home for lunch, he wandered over to the Writers Association.

"Where is Jingchun? Why isn't he drinking tea here?" When Li Guoru arrived at the activity room of the Writers Association, he looked around and didn't find his old acquaintance, so he asked the person next to him.

"I think he's busy." The man responded, "Go to the corridor and check. I think he's probably there."

"Oh, thanks."

Upon hearing this, Li Guoru turned around and left the activity room, heading towards the corridor outside.

The Writers Association is divided into the Office Department and the Activities Department.

The former is mainly used for receiving guests and office space, while the latter is the activity area for association members.

The corridor where Sun Jingchun was at this time was the connection between the two.

On the walls on both sides of the corridor are various portraits and announcements about the Writers Association, including some famous members of the association, an introduction to the establishment of the association, and its development over the years.

And today, one of the previously empty bulletin boards is about to welcome its new owner.

Li Guoru walked all the way to the corridor and saw Sun Jingchun and two staff members next to him at a glance.

The three of them held a new notice in their hands and carefully placed it into the notice board. After confirming that it was stable and safe, they clapped their hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Sun Jingchun thanked the two staff members, then took two steps back to look at the latest announcement and nodded with satisfaction, "That's it."

"What the hell is this?"

Li Guoru came closer curiously and looked up, and saw the words written in the largest font on the bulletin board: "Warmly celebrate the successful conclusion of the first joint symposium of Qianjiang Province Network Writers Association."

"Oh." Li Guoru remembered, "You mentioned it to me last time, about the symposium for those who write online articles, right?"

"Yes, that's it." Sun Jingchun nodded, and looked at the notice with his hands on his hips. "It just ended a few days ago, and now the photos are out. I'll make it into a notice and put it up for public display for a while."

"How was the symposium? Was it interesting?" Li Guoru asked with a smile.

"What's the point?" Sun Jingchun shook his head. "The Writers Association invited several guests, and one of them was a writer from our area. When he went on stage to give a speech, he threw away the normal manuscript he had prepared in advance and started cursing on the spot. I almost couldn't pull him back."

"Wow, there is such a thing?" Li Guoru was surprised for a moment, and then couldn't help asking, "Who is it?"

"It's the first prize winner of the emerging writer recognized by the Writers Association before, Chu Sheng, the one who wrote "My Father." Sun Jingchun whispered, "Chairman Li's nephew."

"Him?" Li Guoru looked disgusted when he heard it, "His writing is not as good as mine."

"Shh!" Sun Jingchun quickly hushed him. "You'd better not say a few words about this. The event for emerging writers was originally organized specifically for them. Otherwise, there would be no funding. It's just a fake award, so just give it to them."

"It's this kind of scum. I'm not saying anything. Although I also look down on the so-called online literature symposium, it's not necessary to invite him to attend it, right?" Li Guoru clicked his tongue twice.

"Ahem." Sun Jingchun coughed twice, "He was also recommended by Chairman Li. Otherwise, there were only four guests and he was forced in."

Li Guoru: “…”

Upon hearing this, Li Guoru immediately shook his head.

However, he had traveled a lot before and had done a lot of business, so he was not surprised by such things.

After complaining to Sun Jingchun for a few words, he stopped talking about it and instead took a closer look at the notice board.

"They all look very young." Li Guoru took a few glances, skipped the text part, and looked directly at the photos above.

There is a group photo of the conference hall as a whole, as well as a side photo of the five guests sitting in a row.

In addition, there is a group photo of the three winners of the essay contest.

"The people who write online articles are all quite young." Sun Jingchun nodded and said, "There are even minors among them."

"Minor?" Li Guoru was surprised. "How old?"

"He's only 16 years old and still in the first year of high school." Sun Jingchun laughed and shook his head. "During the meeting, Chu Sheng caught me and scolded me, but I ended up getting retorted with good reason. It was really embarrassing."

"Is there such a thing?" Li Guoru looked at the group photo in the conference hall and asked curiously, "Which young man? Can you point to me?"

"You don't need to look at this one. Just look at the photo of the winners of the urban essay contest." Sun Jingchun pointed to the photo in the lower right corner. "The young man in the middle is standing with Secretary Cao of the Provincial Writers Association."

Li Guoru looked in the direction he pointed and soon saw the handsome boy.

Originally, he was just curious and just glanced at it and passed it by.

But after taking a look, Li Guoru subconsciously exclaimed, feeling that the young man looked a little familiar, so he took another closer look.

As soon as he took a look, he found the problem, and he said nothing.

Li Guoru showed a look of surprise and doubt on his face. He felt that he had seen something, but was a little unsure.

Sun Jingchun, who was standing by, noticed his abnormality and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? How can you see flowers?"

"I don't know whether he saw the flower or not, but..." Li Guoru was a little unsure, scratched his head and couldn't help saying, "But I seem to know this child..."

"Ah? You know him?" Sun Jingchun was surprised and asked quickly, "How did you know him?"

"Wait, wait a minute, just in case, to avoid a misunderstanding and make a fool of yourself." Li Guoru raised his hand and said, "Your photo is still a little blurry, so I want to ask you, do you know the real name of this child?"

"Yes." Sun Jingchun recalled, "She was called Li Luo, right? Li Luo, Luo is the Luo in Yingluo."

"Ouch!" Li Guoru slapped his thigh and said in shock, "That's true!"

"Do you really know him?" Sun Jingchun asked in surprise, "How did you know him?"

"Look at his last name." Li Guoru laughed and shook his head. "The last name is Li. This is my Li family's child, my youngest brother, his son, Li Luo! I was wondering why he looked more and more familiar the more I looked at him. It turns out to be him!"

When Sun Jingchun heard what he said, his mouth opened wide.

"This kid is really promising." Li Guoru was amazed when he knew that this was his nephew. "I heard that he was writing online articles a while ago, and I advised him to study hard so that he could write online articles after he went to college."

"I didn't expect that this would actually make him famous. He even won an award for his writing."

"Is there a prize for this essay contest? How much is it?"

"Um...he won the first prize and the prize money is 50,000 yuan." Sun Jingchun curled his lips and replied.

"That's a lot." Li Guoru was surprised, "That's a lot of bonus."

For Li Guoru, 50,000 yuan is not a lot of money, but when he thinks that the award was won by a little kid like Li Luo, it becomes very valuable.

"Haha, it's quite a lot." Sun Jingchun laughed bitterly. After thinking it over, he couldn't help but remind Li Guoru, "But you don't know that the book he wrote is much more valuable than this bonus."

"Ah? What do you mean?" Li Guoru was stunned for a moment and was a little unresponsive.

"You may not know this yet," Sun Jingchun said, "The royalties for his book I'm Really Not a Star were this much just last month."

As he spoke, he raised three fingers.

Li Guoru looked at his hand, a little surprised: "Thirty thousand?"

"Three hundred thousand!" Sun Jingchun exclaimed loudly, "Strictly speaking, it should be three hundred and seventy thousand! A full three hundred and seventy thousand!"

"And you don't know that your nephew joined the Provincial Online Writers Association just based on this book."

"He was even personally invited by Secretary Cao to join the Provincial Writers Association. This really means he has a bright future!"

As soon as these words came out.

Li Guoru slowly opened his mouth, his head buzzing.

He recalled what he had said at the dinner table when he visited his brother's house, and his face suddenly turned red.

He also thought that he had only been able to get into the Municipal Writers Association with the help of others to polish his personal memoirs, while Li Luo, at such a young age, had already been personally invited by the secretary of the Provincial Writers Association.

Thinking of this, Li Guoru was speechless for a moment.

He stood there in a daze, speechless for a long time.

(End of this chapter)