Eighteen Years of Legendary Wave

　　 "Qingyue, you let your uncle drink less."

　　 Seeing that Su Qingyue poured another glass for Yan Weiguo, Amu's mother frowned and exhorted him.

　　 "The last cup, the last..."

Before Su Qingyue had even spoken the cup, Yan Weiguo protested dissatisfiedly: "What is the last cup?" He rolled his eyes like a child and said, "There are only a few cups? One cup is six dollars. It is full. Drink, where does this go." He said, "Besides the children finally come back."

　　 "You don't look at how old you are anymore," said Amu's mother.

　　 "It's the same at any age."

　　 "You have the ability to avoid high blood pressure."

　　 "Okay, okay, just on New Year's Eve, is it okay?"

　　 Watching Amo's parents make a noise.

　　 Su Qing understood that this is the feeling of a loved one.

　　 There is no such hypocritical and politeness of strangers outside.

　　 and Amou stayed in Pingjing for a long time, and Su Qingyue discovered that this plain noise was another kind of kindness and warmth.

　　 It’s not really what you want.

　　 is a care and mediator, which promotes the emotions of the two.

　　 Moutai is indeed the national wine.

　　 Water, soil, climate, and microorganisms seem to be gifts from heaven to Maotai Town.

　　 Only here can the world's best sauce-flavored liquor be brewed, because the red tassel sorghum, which is only produced in the valleys surrounding Maotai Town, is the soul of Maotai Town's sauce wine.

　　 After the entrance, it is elegant and delicate, the wine is full-bodied, and it is very hanging.

　　 is completely different from other wines, Su Qingyue couldn't help but admire: good wine.

　　 respected Amo's mother again.

　　 Duan Cup listened to her and said: "Qingyue, work hard in the unit, diligent and practical. Don't always want to change jobs, young people should not be too impetuous..."

　　 "Yes, yes, Auntie is right." Su Qingyue said.

Ami's father next to him laughed and said, "Why don't you quit, do you think it's a unit like ours?" He said through Jiu Jin: "You want to work in your current unit for a lifetime, and people have to be willing to accept you." He said, and asked Su Qingyue: "Qingyue, are you right?"

　　 "..." Su Qingyue was embarrassed for a while, knowing that the old couple was teasing, but he really didn't know what to say.

Next to 　　, Ah Mou also laughed.

　　 Amu's mother retorted: "It's the same everywhere, you have to be steady."

　　 "Okay, the old lady is going to make dumplings." Yan Weiguo had no choice but to urge the staple food.

　　 Everyone laughed.

　　 Amo’s mother looked at the time and mumbled: "I can’t say it, it’s just ignorant."

　　 She hurriedly left.

　　 Amo followed, Su Qingyue wanted to help the kitchen, but Yan Weiguo grabbed him.

　　 "We drink."

　　 "Good." Su Qingyue sat down again.

The two of them poured wine again, and said in Mandarin, "Qingyue, do you know? I am studying medicinal chemistry. In our age, this industry has not been understood." He said, "At that time. I just opened up and I was young, so I wanted to do this."

　　 "Hmm..." It seems that there is a story before the old man tells himself.

Seeing him blushing, Su Qingyue poured him a cup of tea, and listened to him continue: "I was an engineer in the workshop at the time. This profession looks very good now, but it was not popular at that time." He said, "But I just wanted to , This is a very good industry, why can't you do it yourself."

　　 Su Qingyue nodded and asked: "It's not easy to do at that time."

"Hey..." He sighed and said, "No, there was a contracting opportunity. The whole family jumped out to oppose it, just a word, not let me do it. Your aunt also said that this is too dangerous, and in the end I will It didn't work." He said, "Let the kid in a workshop outside the establishment do it. Now they have hundreds of millions."

　　 "Understand." Su Qingyue nodded.

"You don't understand..." Yan Weiguo drank a little bit, patted Su Qingyue's leg, "What I'm talking about, young people don't care what others say, boldly realize their dreams. Don't be like us, If the opportunity is missed, there will be no more. If you think about it, everything will change."

　　 Although Amou's father has always supported him in his struggle.

　　 But listening to him say this, Su Qingyue was still surprised.

　　 He held the wine glass and nodded.

He also heard him say: "Why did I start to write in the end, and what else can I do?" He pointed to the kitchen, approached Su Qingyue and whispered: "With Amu, my hands and feet are bound. The family disagrees, slowly I I just started to write, and then I was transferred to the Calligraphy Association. The family felt that this was the most stable."

　　 "I can understand."

　　 Su Qingyue nodded, knowing the feeling of depression and no one understands.

　　 Just like before he went to Pingjing.

　　 also doesn't make sense to anyone.

　　 At this time, Yan Weiguo sighed again: "Don't follow me and your aunt. The life you see at a glance is the continuation of life, but it is the end of dreams."

"Yes, I know."

　　 Su Qingyue really understands Yan Weiguo.

　　 also understands the world, not only successful people have lofty ambitions.

　　 Any intellectual who has come from a great age has his own ideals in his heart.

　　 It's just that the social process is too much change and setbacks, which suppresses the idea.

　　 nodded seriously involuntarily.

　　 At this time, Yan Weiguo took up the wine glass: "The development of society is that when one day you can choose your dream, don't bow your head because of reality. Especially in the golden age when you don’t change your money..."

"Thank you!"

　　 The more Su Qing listened, the stronger the faith in his heart.

　　 Recalling the difficulties and obstacles Chen Feng said to himself.

　　 Now let's listen to what Amo's father said.

　　 He realized that he should do it no matter how difficult it is.

　　 The elders gave themselves this reassurance.

　　 was talking about hot dumplings coming up.

　　 Everyone eats, the filling made by Amo's mother is slightly bland.

　　 But it just makes the meat flavor and shepherd's purse fusion, it becomes soft and delicious.

　　 Su Qing ate more, feeling excited.

　　 I think I have to plan my life well.

　　 can leave ChinaNet, but the road behind is very important. What do you lack? What else needs to be added?

　　Who can help yourself to make up for this.

　　 How to start an experiment that may not be mature enough?

　　 He thought to himself and continued to eat.

　　 When the countdown was eight o’clock, the family sat in front of the TV on time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Su Qingyue felt that the Spring Festival Gala was already a ritual thing, a rare companionship and family sympathy.

　　 Yan Shunkai is what we look forward to most every year.

　　 One side of soil and water nourishes one side, and the other side's culture nourishes another.

　　 song and dance and cross talk sketches gradually passed.

　　 The family chatted and watched his sketch "Telling a Story".

　　 said that an old man can only tell one story, more than three hundred times.

　　 Su Qingyue keenly realized from this content that if a story is told repeatedly, then the fun cycle of the story will pass.

　　The way to solve this problem is to form a group of players through operations and produce the effect of virtual rivers and lakes. Interaction, communication, and contradiction between people are the endless fun, and this is the fundamental charm of online games.

　　 I felt that my choice was correct.

　　The saying that games are the ninth art is beyond doubt.

　　 Su Qingyue firmly believes that he has chosen a position for himself in this emerging art.

　　 The rest is to do it.

　　 He thought, peeled an orange for Amu, and poured tea for Amu's parents.

　　 The family continued to watch TV with gusto.

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