Chapter 241: Intimate Little Childhood Sweetheart

[Rekindle]: Do you have any group photos from the previous essay contest?
[Qianzhou]: Why did you suddenly ask for this? Aren’t you worried that the photo would be seen by someone you know?

[Rekindled]: Guess which acquaintance is holding a knife to my neck and asking me to ask you this?
[Qianzhou]: Huh? Do you want me to call the police for you?

[Rekindle]: Thank you...So do you have a group photo?

[Qianzhou]: Let me ask the staff at the Writers Association for you.

[Qianzhou]: By the way, someone from the Online Writers Association should have added you on QQ. Why don’t you just ask directly?

[Rekindle]: That’s right, I forgot about it.

After talking with the editor, Li Luo found the QQ number of the staff of the Online Writers Association and sent the same inquiry to them.

Not long after, the other party sent him a photo package containing all the photos of the symposium, including the one of Li Luo going on stage to receive the award.

"What do you mean by putting a knife to your neck?" Ying Chanxi took back the fork he was using to eat fruit and snorted softly, "This is clearly a fork."

"…It's just a threat."

"I just read it myself and I won't show it to anyone else." Ying Chanxi pouted, "Besides, Aunt Lin and the others must want to read it too. Don't they all know that you write novels?"

"It's such a great thing, I should definitely print out the winning photo and post it at home."

"When you received the certificate of outstanding graduate from Yucai, weren't you happy to put it on the wall?"

"Thank you so much..." Li Luo twitched his lips, "How can these two be the same?"

Although we don’t usually have many guests at home, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Indeed, many of his acquaintances now know that he is writing a novel.

But this does not mean that he can expose the fact that he is writing a novel to anyone without reservation.

It’s fine if my parents, relatives and other elders know about it, after all, they are not the target audience for this type of novel. At most, they might search for it out of curiosity, read a chapter or two, and then stop reading if they find it boring.

It didn't matter if Ying Chanxi and the others knew about it. It was nothing more than a social incident. After all, they were all very close acquaintances and it would be over after a few chats and laughs.

But if it is publicized to a wider range... For example, within the Affiliated No. 1 Middle School, and my classmates know about it...

Li Luo didn't dare to imagine how horrible this would be.

You know, Zhu Yufei and Zhang Guohuang, these two funny guys really like reading his book.

These two are the more arrogant type, secretly reading novels on their mobile phones in the classroom and blatantly doing mischief under the nose of the class monitor.

Li Luo could still see this.

Who knows how many people have read or are reading the novels he wrote about those dark corners that Li Luo cannot see?
Li Luo was not arrogant or narcissistic, but he estimated that it should not be difficult to find dozens of readers for his book "I'm Really Not a Star" in the Affiliated Middle School.

This is without even knowing that he was the one who wrote the book.

You know, Li Luo is now a well-known figure in the No. 1 Affiliated Middle School, and is the male god in the eyes of many girls.

The number of pen pal letters and love letters Li Luo received this semester was only slightly inferior to that of Ying Chanxi.

To be honest, although Li Luo claims to be relatively rational, few people would be able to resist the feeling of being secretly admired and liked by many girls.

But if one day his rekindled vest is exposed in school... those girls who like him, driven by curiosity, read the novels he wrote...

hiss……

Just thinking of that scene, Li Luo felt a chill down his spine and cold sweat broke out on his back.

It would be so damn embarrassing if his more familiar classmates at school could figure out who the three female protagonists he wrote were based on!
He probably could have ascended directly on the spot.

Thinking of this, Li Luo had no choice but to be cautious.

"Just take a look at it yourself. Don't spread it outside!" After forwarding the picture package to Ying Chanxi, Li Luo repeatedly reminded him seriously, "If this gets out and the fact that I wrote a novel is exposed to the school, I will be no different from a dead person."

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Ying Chanxi looked at Li Luo in confusion. "Although some of your writing is a bit... that, the plot is still very interesting."

When Ying Chanxi read this novel, he completely replaced the protagonist Li Yang in the plot with Li Luo, and replaced Shen Dongdong with himself.

Although she felt a little embarrassed when watching it, and some parts made her so angry that her hands itched, it did seduce her to keep watching.

This is Ying Chanxi's first time coming into contact with online literature. His current feeling is that it is more like the story essays he used to read in magazines.

It’s just that one is a short story and the other is a coherent super long story.

The features are all very eye-catching and the reading threshold is low.

Unlike those classic masterpieces, there are often some reading thresholds.

For example, when I was in Yingchanxi Primary School, I read How the Steel Was Tempered, but I couldn’t understand some of the terms in it at all. I also didn’t know what the so-called revolution was, or what happened in that faraway place.

I could only roughly understand what the small plot was about, and more of my attention was focused on the entanglement between the protagonist and a girl in the book.

When I was in junior high and high school and had a certain understanding of history and politics, I read this book again and had a completely different understanding.

Don't underestimate the knowledge threshold of history and politics in junior high and high school.

In fact, most of the lower-class people in the country cannot reach this level.

The reading threshold of online literature in this regard is obviously lower, which makes it more down-to-earth and easier to attract most people.

"You don't understand." Li Luo sighed, "Anyway, just keep it a secret for me, and don't tell anyone else about my novel."

"I know." Ying Chanxi sat back on Li Luo's bed, picked up his phone, opened QQ, and looked carefully at his group photo of winners of the essay contest. "I didn't plan to tell anyone."

After looking at Li Luo’s award-winning photo, Ying Chanxi continued to lean on the bed and read a novel.

Halfway through the video, she suddenly remembered something, jumped out of bed, and ran out of the bedroom in her slippers.

Li Luo took a look and thought she was going to the toilet.

As a result, after a while, Ying Chanxi walked into his bedroom with a bunch of things and spread them on the bed.

"What are all these?" Li Luo was stunned for a moment, looking at the various things on the bed, he was a little dazzled for a moment.

"It's all your fault because you quarreled with me yesterday. I almost forgot about it." Ying Chanxi snorted, waved to Li Luo, sat down on the bed, and then picked up something. "This chocolate is from France. It tastes pretty good. I bought some for you."

"And this watch, I think it's pretty nice, not tacky, you can try it on."

"You also bought a few pairs of socks. Didn't you say before that you had holes in several pairs of socks? You kept switching them around and wearing them. Just buy new ones this time."

"This is the thermos I bought in England. The cup you used before didn't keep the water warm. Use this one from now on."

"These clothes are pretty nice, but they're all summer clothes. I saw them on sale when I was shopping at the mall, so I bought them. You can keep them for now and wear them in the summer."

"And this pair of sneakers. I see you always wear the pair that Zhu Sheng gave you, and you never bring a replacement. That's not okay. From now on, alternate between the two pairs. You can see later if they fit your feet."

"These are some souvenirs, from the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the British Museum, and St. Paul's Cathedral. I bought two of each. This one is for you."

Li Luo watched Ying Chanxi introduce herself one by one. There were so many things on the bed that it took her more than ten minutes to finish talking. She felt complicated for a moment.

How could she be traveling abroad?
I was just going abroad to help him shop, right?
Li Luo was very suspicious whether Ying Chanxi was enjoying the scenery and culture while traveling, or was thinking about what gift to buy for him.

This gift is so full that it can fill a whole basket.

"Oh, by the way, there's this!" Ying Chanxi took out a pair of black fingerless gloves that hadn't been unpacked yet and handed them to Li Luo. "You can wear these, too. Don't you usually have to type? The weather is so cold now, if you wear them... eh?"

Ying Chanxi was halfway through his words when his eyes fell on Li Luo's hand and he immediately noticed something strange.

"Where did you get this glove? I've never seen it before." Ying Chanxi looked at him suspiciously, "I didn't see you wearing it yesterday, why did it suddenly appear today?"

"Ahem..." Li Luo coughed and said a little embarrassedly, "When you were sleeping this morning, Zhu Sheng stopped by and brought me a gift."

“Is this the glove?”

"Ah."

"But what is along the way?" Ying Chanxi narrowed his eyes and asked, "What road did she follow?"

"...said he was going out for a morning run."

Ying Chanxi: “…”

It’s not like she hasn’t been to Yan Zhusheng’s house before. There’s a difference of several kilometers between them, right?

"Well, well..." Ying Chanxi looked at the gloves on Li Luo's hands, opened his mouth, and hesitated to speak. Finally, he said, "If your gloves get dirty, you can change into mine." Although Ying Chanxi really wanted Li Luo to change them right away.

But after all, it was a gift from Yan Zhusheng. If Li Luo was asked to replace it directly, it would be somewhat impolite and disrespectful.

However, Li Luo looked at her expression and the bed of gifts and sighed helplessly.

Recalling the time when he walked out of the community in the morning and saw Yan Zhusheng waiting obediently at the gate of the community, Li Luo was suddenly in a dilemma.

Finally, he simply took off the glove on his right hand, then picked up the glove Ying Chanxi gave him, unpacked it, and put one on his right hand.

"Is this okay?" Li Luo raised his hands and shook them.

Ying Chanxi looked at his actions, not knowing whether to be angry or amused, and immediately rolled his eyes at him: "Should I thank you?"

"That's not necessary." Li Luo put the two extra gloves into his pocket, and then tidied up the gifts on the bed. "I should be the one thanking you. You bought me so many gifts. I'm so touched. I'm about to cry."

"Where are your tears? Why don't you shed one for me to see?" Ying Chanxi snorted, glanced at the glove on his right hand, and felt a little satisfied.

"I'm just being polite to you. What's our relationship, right?" Li Luo packed up the gifts.

I put the souvenirs in a box, put on the watch, changed into a new pair of socks, and tried on the sneakers, which fit me perfectly.

As for those summer clothes, just put them in the closet and wait until summer comes.

After cleaning up, Li Luo opened the French chocolate that Ying Chanxi bought for him, broke it into two pieces, ate one himself, and handed one to Ying Chanxi.

“It tastes really good.”

"As long as it's delicious."

Ying Chanxi looked at Li Luo eating her chocolate, wearing one of her gloves and watch on his hand, and the socks and sneakers she gave him on his feet.

Next to it was the down jacket she bought for Li Luo and the scarf she had knitted herself.

Looking around, Ying Chanxi suddenly broke into a bright smile and was in a very happy mood.

Then, her eyes fell on Li Luo's desk, and she muttered, "The mouse seems to be the same old one?"

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." Ying Chanxi shook his head quickly, "You continue writing, I'm reading a novel."

……

In the evening, when it was almost time for dinner, Lin Xiuhong knocked on the bedroom door. When she opened the door and was about to speak, Li Luo, who was sitting at the desk, raised his index finger at her and hushed her.

"Xixi is sleeping, please keep your voice down."

"Oh." Lin Xiuhong glanced at Ying Chanxi who was sleeping soundly on Li Luo's bed and laughed, "I'm going to make dinner. Come out to eat later."

"Oh." Hearing this, Li Luo stopped typing on the keyboard, stood up and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door gently, "Let me help you."

"You write your book, I'm enough on my own." Lin Xiuhong waved her hand.

If it had happened in the past, if Li Luo had been doing nothing at home, he would have been caught by Lin Xiuhong and taken to the kitchen to peel garlic.

Now that Li Luo can make a lot of money by writing books and is among the top students in school, Lin Xiuhong has basically never asked Li Luo to help in the kitchen. It was always Li Luo who took the initiative and Lin Xiuhong had to refuse.

"Okay, okay, Xixi is sleeping. She usually helps you. Let me do it today." Li Luo pushed his mother's shoulder and walked towards the kitchen. "Besides, my keyboard is quite noisy. I'm afraid it will disturb her sleep."

The blue axis is good in every way, except that the sound is a bit torturous for others.

Especially when sleeping.

So after discovering that Ying Chanxi had fallen asleep, Li Luo immediately unplugged the keyboard and used the keyboard that came with the laptop instead.

However, the difference in feel before and after was too great, causing Li Luo to feel a little helpless.

Now that Lin Xiuhong came over, Li Luo also came out to get some fresh air.

In the living room, Li Guohong and Ying Zhicheng had been chatting for the entire afternoon.

They seldom meet each other, so they had a great chat this time. They didn't know what there was to talk about so well.

However, the relationship between Dad and Uncle Ying is very pure.

One is busy in a breakfast shop every day, and the other is shuttling between high-rise buildings all day, but they are able to maintain the brotherhood of their youth.

It's really rare.

Of course, as far as Li Luo knows, Ying Zhicheng should now be the president of Huayue Film and Television Company, which makes him a senior worker.

He certainly doesn't own the company.

Li Luo did some research when he had nothing to do and found out that Huayue Film and Television Company can be traced back to Qianjiang Provincial TV Station in the last century.

Later, after the wave of privatization, some people from the TV station went out to work on their own and, relying on the TV station's resources, established the Huayue Film and Television Company.

Ying Zhicheng was a staff member of the TV station in his early years. Later, he followed his superiors and left. He gradually worked his way up in Huayue Film and Television and finally reached his current position.

The company's shares must still belong to the founders and subsequent investors.

At most, Ying Zhicheng has some dry shares and can enjoy certain dividend rights, but he is still appointed by the board of directors.

But even so, with his status and position, he must have an income of over a million a year. If you take into account some hidden income, he is definitely a diamond bachelor with assets of over 10 million.

He maintains a good figure and has a good personality, as can be seen from Ying Chanxi's appearance. Ying Zhicheng was also a handsome guy when he was young. Now that he is middle-aged, he looks more and more attractive, much better than Lao Li's big belly.

It’s no wonder that Yuan Wanqing fell.

When Li Luo pushed his mother into the kitchen, he subconsciously glanced at Ying Zhicheng, and many things suddenly came to his mind.

Speaking of Uncle Ying’s behavior... does it count as unspoken rule against the female artists under his own company?
Oh~
Li Luo couldn't help laughing when he thought about it.

I never thought that there would be a day when I could observe first-hand clues of entertainment gossip up close.

And the parties involved are quite familiar with them.

Ying Zhicheng, who was sitting on the sofa, also noticed Li Luo's look and thought that the boy was still thinking about how he had accidentally exposed him.

Little did Ying Zhicheng know that his little secret had already been guessed by Li Luo.

I just don't know when Uncle Ying will confront Ying Chanxi.

According to the timeline of the previous life, this matter would have to wait until Ying Chanxi went to college?
Maybe he was worried that it would affect Ying Chanxi's studies.

Thinking this way, Li Luo did not reveal his plan to Ying Chanxi in advance.

After all, it was Ying Zhicheng's family affair, so he couldn't interfere.

Moreover, I didn't know the specific situation in my previous life, nor did I know what Ying Chanxi thought about his father's second marriage.

At least judging from Li Luo's contact with Yan Zhusheng in his previous life, it is possible that Zhusheng might be a little averse to this matter?

Otherwise, he wouldn't have worked for Yan Zhusheng for more than half a year without seeing Yuan Wanqing even once.

Thinking of this, Li Luo became more cautious about the matter and thought it would be better to keep it secret.

"What are you thinking about? Take off your gloves." Lin Xiuhong entered the kitchen and began to prepare dinner, and greeted Li Luo who was in a daze and thinking.

"Oh oh." Li Luo came to his senses and quickly took off his gloves.

But Lin Xiuhong, who was standing by, was also sharp-eyed and asked in surprise, "Why do your gloves look different?"

"Doesn't this make me look generous?" Li Luo said nonsense, "I bought two pairs of gloves, used one and threw away the other."

"Then where's your watch?" Lin Xiuhong looked at him suspiciously for a few times, then looked down and saw that he was wearing shoes. "Are these sneakers new too? When did you buy them?"

"Well, they were all given by Xixi." Li Luo had to admit, "This glove was given by Yan Zhusheng."

"..." Lin Xiuhong looked at her son speechlessly and couldn't help complaining, "Why do you accept gifts from girls all day long? Remember to return the gift, okay?"

"Got it." Li Luo stuffed his gloves into his pockets and started to help wash and pick vegetables. "Cut me into several pieces and send them out."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiuhong immediately spat, "You're just talking nonsense all day long."

(End of this chapter)