Chapter 92 Uncle Arrives
Yuhang City Writers Association.

Li Guoru stood in the lounge with a cigarette in his mouth, holding a brush in his hand, writing on the rice paper on the table.

He is 63 years old this year and has retired. When he has nothing to do, he comes to the Writers Association to drink tea and chat with some old friends and share his recent masterpieces.

At this moment, I suddenly felt like practicing calligraphy, which is also a pleasure.

"Your handwriting is really ugly." Sun Jingchun, who was standing next to him, took a look and commented with a smile, "It has no edge and power. Did you not eat?"

"You're the only one who talks too much." Li Guoru glanced at him, but he wasn't angry. After all, they had been friends for decades, and it was common for them to make fun of each other. "Are you done with your work?"

"No, why rush?" Sun Jingchun straightened his sparse hair and put on an old man's hat. "National Day is a time for rest. I'll talk about work after the holiday."

"So you just said you were busy?"

"That's because there's still work to do before National Day." Sun Jingchun shook his head. "This year, our province established an Internet Writers Association. It's a small place with a lot of things to do. Since the higher-ups attach great importance to it, we have to recruit people from the Writers Association to help."

"Oh, that's true." Li Guoru put down the brush in his hand and asked curiously, "Then what are you busy with? A web writer writes things on the Internet."

"It's National Day recently, and another group of online writers will apply to join the association in October. They all need to be approved." Sun Jingchun took out a pack of cigarettes from Li Guoru's pocket and said as he took out a cigarette, "There are also recommended places for those online writing platforms, and there are quite a few people."

"So what's the current situation?" Li Guoru lit a cigarette for him and asked while leaning against the table, "Can the things written on the Internet be as good as what we write?"

"Bullshit." Sun Jingchun rolled his eyes. "It's something you can't even watch. It can only fool children."

"It's mainly because these people create online, more people read them, and their influence is gradually growing."

"Don't you understand this? As long as it has influence, it has value. Whether it looks good or not is not what we need to consider here."

"That's true." Li Guoru nodded and put out the cigarette in the ashtray.

His cell phone happened to ring. Li Guoru raised his hand to signal, then picked up the call: "Hello?"

"I know. I haven't forgotten."

"Okay, you're here, right? I'm coming out then."

After hanging up the phone, Li Guoru said goodbye to Sun Jingchun with a smile: "My son is here to pick me up. I'm going to my brother's house for dinner today, so I won't talk to you any more."

"Okay, go ahead." Sun Jingchun waved his hand, "I'll pack up and go back too."

……

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Guoru and his family of five drove to Jincheng Community.

When they arrived at Room 401, Li Guohong had been waiting there for a long time and immediately welcomed them in.

"It seems like you haven't been here since the Chinese New Year. Come on." Li Guohong welcomed Li Guoru in with a smile, and then greeted his nephew who was the same age as him.

After the sister-in-law and niece-in-law came in, they went to the kitchen to help Lin Xiuhong.

Li Guohong saw his nephew who was following at the back. He smiled and held his hand and said, "You went to college this year, right? I heard you went to another province?"

"This kid didn't do well in the exam, so he went to the Finance School in Changning." Li Dao reached out and tapped his son. "He had a chance to go to Qianjiang, but unfortunately he didn't live up to expectations."

Li Xiang was tall and thin, holding a mobile phone in his hand. After greeting Li Guohong in a low voice, he sat silently on the sofa in the living room and looked at his mobile phone.

Li Guohong also shook his head helplessly: "You better stop talking. Is Changning University of Finance and Economics not good? It's also a 211."

"Can't I say a few words?" Li Dao was also very disappointed. "He was just too lax before the college entrance examination. He was either playing games or reading some online novel. Otherwise, he would definitely have been admitted to Qianjiang."

"That's enough." Li Guoru waved his hand. "You haven't even been to college, so stop making such a fuss. After all, Li Xiang is the one with the highest academic qualifications in our family. Has anyone in our family been admitted to a 211 university before?" "Then there's Li Luo." Li Dao couldn't help but say, "Li Luo was admitted to the Affiliated No. Middle School in the senior high school entrance examination. In my opinion, he might be a potential student of Qianjiang University in the future."

Li Dao couldn't help but feel strange when he said that. He looked around the living room and asked, "Where is your Li Luoren? Did he go out to play?"

"Didn't we buy the house from Uncle San's family a while ago?" Li Guohong said, "It's close to the No. 1 Middle School, so we let him live there. He should be back soon."

"No wonder." Li Dao nodded, then walked to his son Li Xiang and told him, "When Li Luo comes, you two kids should talk more. Don't be silent all the time. Got it?"

Li Xiang raised his head for a glance, then lowered his head again, not knowing whether he responded or not.

"By the way, I remember Xiuhong talked to me about this last time." Li Guoru sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and thought about his chat with Sun Jingchun today. He couldn't help but ask, "She said that your Li Luo is still writing novels privately?"

"Oh, yes, that's it." Li Guohong thought of this and laughed. "It was just something a kid wrote for fun. I've read it. It's really interesting, but it's definitely not as good as the ones in your Writers Association."

"Well, you can't say that." Li Guoru said with a smile, "Li Luo is still young, there is still a lot of room for improvement in the future."

"Li Luo also writes novels?" Li Dao also became curious, "What novels?"

"It's just something I wrote on the Internet." Li Guohong waved his hand. "But I see a lot of people have read his book. I don't know if it's good or not."

"Is it written on the Internet?" Li Dao raised his eyebrows and took out his phone. "Tell me the name and I'll search it."

"What's your name..." Li Guohong also frowned and took out his phone to check, "I'm really not a celebrity, this is it."

When these words were spoken, no one else reacted, but Li Xiang, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly raised his head and blinked. His originally dull expression suddenly became lively.

But no one else noticed.

Li Dao checked it on his mobile phone.

Li Guoru even took Li Guohong's phone and took a look at it: "Oh, it's an online novel. I know this."

"Oh, there's an encyclopedia introduction?" Li Dao was a little surprised, "It's not that simple."

"Let me see what it's about." Li Guoru raised his eyebrows, clicked on the first chapter, and began to read it seriously.

But soon, he frowned and wondered what was written on it.
What about rebirth, queen concert, system, etc.? What a mess!
Li Guoru had never come across this type of work before, and he was stunned for a moment.

And just then.

There was movement at the door.

Li Luo pushed the door open from outside and was stunned when he saw the person sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"What are you doing?" Li Guohong waved when he saw Li Luo. "Your uncle and his family are here for dinner. They are reading your novel. Come over here and listen to your uncle's comments."

Li Luo: “…”

Hearing his father's devilish whispers in his ears, Li Luo glanced at his uncle's family and subconsciously took a half step back.

His hand gripped the door handle tightly and he took a deep breath to stop his body from shaking.

When Li Luo thought that his uncle and others were reading his novel, he was overwhelmed with sadness. He suddenly felt that the world was so big, but there was no place for him to stay.

This home.

It’s better not to reply!

(End of this chapter)