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Chapter 4 Years

Han Qiao ran to the dumpling shop, where all four tables were already occupied.

When the uncle saw Han Qiao, he smiled happily and said, "You're just in time, kid. Come, bring this bowl of dumplings over."

Han Qiao took the dumplings, and the uncle pointed to the customer sitting in the back with a child.

Han Qiao walked over and put down the dumplings. With a smile on his face, he said enthusiastically: "The dumplings are here. Please use them slowly."

After delivering the dumplings, the aunt asked Han Qiao to come quickly and make dumplings. The dumplings made in the morning had been sold out.

Han Qiao went immediately, washed his hands, and made dumplings.

"Auntie, the train at the train station will arrive in half an hour. There may be more people." Han Qiao had already checked before going out.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Xiao Han. Let's make more dumplings." Auntie felt a little happy when she saw the white flour on Han Qiao's black face, and said happily: "We will close early today. Your uncle knows that you have been waiting for a few days."

I haven’t had a proper meal, so I asked you to cook something delicious for you tonight.”

"Then, thank you for your kindness, sir." If someone expresses goodwill, they have to climb up the pole, otherwise they are ignorant.

Busy time always passes quickly, and in a flash, it’s evening.

After cleaning the countertops and wiping the table, the old man who went out to buy groceries also came back.

Han Qiao went up to take the dishes, beef, chicken, and a large basket of vegetables. He felt warm in his heart. Otherwise, there are still many good people in the world. In just five days, the tenderness between people was better than the indifferent society in the previous life.

Too much.

The sound of firecrackers means that one year is gone.

The uncle not only bought vegetables, but also bought firecrackers.

At eight o'clock in the evening, it was already dark outside. It was bone-chilling cold in Jinhua in winter, the vegetation was withered, and the bare tree branches stood in the darkness in the dark night.

The orange lights of the dumpling shop are bright and make people feel warm.

In addition to dumplings, the uncle also has good cooking skills. He stir-fried fragrant beef and stir-fried shredded pork with green peppers, which were all delicious and delicious.

On the stove, the pork rib soup in the earthen pot is steaming and full of fragrance.

"Xiao Han, come here quickly, please bring some firecrackers." The aunt greeted Han Qiao in front of the store.

Not to mention that the aunt is happy every day, the children at home are promising, and the wife is also good-tempered and has good cooking skills.

Han Qiao wiped his hand on his apron and shouted: "Here we come."

Seeing the aunt standing in a safe area, Han Qiao lit the firecrackers with a lighter, and the firecrackers swished.

Han Qiao quickly threw it out and covered his ears.

"Crackling."

In the night sky, the sound of festive firecrackers shattered the night of the sixth day of the Lunar New Year.

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Inside the dumpling shop.

Under the dim lights, there is a lively atmosphere.

The two tables were put together and filled with various dishes.

The uncle and the aunt sat together, and Han Qiao sat on the other side.

Children cannot drink, so Han Qiao replaced wine with tea, poured a full glass, stood up, bowed deeply to the aunt and uncle, and said with a cry in his voice: "Thank you, aunt and uncle, for your hospitality. How could I be so virtuous as to be like this?"

I am so lucky to meet such a kind-hearted person like my elder brother."

These words are sincere and heartfelt. I see pity for them. They are wandering outside and have never suffered anything. They have never cried. But the kindness they encounter, even a little bit, still brings tears to their eyes. These two old people not only gave themselves a mouthful of food, but also gave them a mouthful of food.

It's about keeping yourself in mind.

"Xiao Han, what are you doing? Get up quickly." The aunt stood up from the chair and supported Han Qiao. Tears also flowed out: "Xiao Han, you are a good boy. Yesterday, my overseas children also

I called, it’s Chinese New Year, you’re all wandering away, and you don’t have a hot meal to eat.”

Auntie is undoubtedly a kind-hearted person, and she treats her heart with her heart.

Han Qiao looked at the gray hair of the old man in front of him and comforted him: "Mom, please relax. My brother is abroad and his sister-in-law is taking care of him. Everything is fine. You have to be well at home. You see, I have done so many good things today."

Food, you are so anxious to try it that you are crying."

After the aunt's child graduated from Tsinghua University, he went abroad, married a wife and had children. The parents of the proud child always talked about it, and Han Qiao naturally knew it.

"Pfft." The aunt couldn't hold it back, laughed out loud, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and patted Han Qiao's hand: "Good boy, you are so good at making aunt happy. Sit down and try it. Your uncle was a state-owned enterprise in the early years.

The hotel chef.”

Han Qiao tasted the stir-fried beef. The beef was fragrant and tender, and the spicy taste exploded on his taste buds. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "It's delicious, fresh and delicious, and I can't hide it."

The uncle had a kind-hearted look, took a sip of rice wine, and said, "If it's delicious, eat more. Today can be considered a reunion."

"That's right, Xiao Han, if your parents are not at home, don't be restrained here," the aunt agreed.

Naturally, Han Qiao would not refuse. He just climbed along the pole. He didn't have the shame to do anything about copywriting.

The guests and hosts enjoyed the meal thoroughly. Han Qiao teased the aunt with some wisecracks from later generations, and talked nonsense with the uncle about geopolitics and Russia's economic development. It felt like they were late to meet each other.

The meal has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed the five flavors.

The uncle only had a small amount of wine left, so he drank it down and looked at Han Qiao and asked: "Boy Han, what are your plans next?"

Later, Han Qiao also drank some wine, his head was dizzy, and he burped: "Sir, to be honest, I don't have any plans for the future. I just want to go to Hengdian to act."

The uncle sighed: "I've heard of Hengdian, but it's not easy to get around there."

"What nonsense." The aunt rolled her eyes at the uncle and complained.

Looking at Han Qiao, he praised again: "Xiao Han, this kid is smart, handsome, and young. If he hangs out in Hengdian, he will definitely have a chance to get ahead."

After chatting with each other, Han Qiao, a boy with no education or skills, went to Hengdian to hang out. In this year, it is not a bad thing. The farmland around Jinhua is not busy anymore, and there are many people going there to enjoy the autumn breeze.

Han Qiao was embarrassed by the praise, and smiled honestly: "Don't praise me, aunt, because my head is dizzy, but next I plan to write novels for magazines. If I make money, I will have a way out."

"Novel." The aunt's eyes lit up and asked: "Good boy, you still have this skill, what novel?"

The children in my family have studied at Tsinghua University and gone abroad. Naturally, their parents are not illiterate, otherwise they would not have the conditions to provide for their children.

Under the dim light, Han Qiao briefly talked about the later novel "Kunlun".

The aunt was confused after hearing this, but the uncle was in high spirits and slapped his thigh continuously: "Your novel is really good, with a Jin Yong aftertaste."

Jin Guliang's martial arts novels are popular in mainland China and are well known to everyone on the road.

"You have this skill, I can rest assured." The uncle took out his dry cigarette, lit it, blew out a smoke ring comfortably, and said with a smile: "If you need any help from us, just ask."

After two days of getting along, Han Qiao was a serious guy, willing to endure hardships, and flexible in his ideas. The old man started to think about it and felt that Han Qiao was not just a kid.

When Han Qiao heard this, he was not polite and said with shame: "To be honest with you, I really encountered a problem."

"Xiao Han, come and listen, let me see if I can help." The aunt coughed due to the smoke and couldn't help but patted the uncle and gave him a roll of eyes.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. I just wanted to kill the thief, but I can't do anything about it."

Han Qiao felt embarrassed and said, "I guess, I just... lacked some paper and pen."

"Hahaha."

The uncle and aunt laughed so happily that they almost burst into tears. They thought it was something big, but it turned out to be just paper and pen.

"Don't worry, you are a great writer, and we will definitely support you." Under the threatening eyes of the aunt, the uncle made a solemn promise with a straight face.

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"Wow"

Pulling down the door, Han Qiao sat on the stool and spread out his paper and pen.

After dinner, Auntie left Han Qiao to stay at the dumpling shop.

There is nothing valuable in the dumpling shop itself, and Han Qiao is not a person with evil intentions. These days, writers who write books are still quite respected.

Although Han Qiao has not started yet, Auntie has confidence in him.

Han Qiao closed his eyes and carefully recalled the "Grudge" magazine in his memory. He had bought a lot of this magazine in his previous life and remembered many of the articles in it.

After selecting it, Han Qiao wrote "Flying Sand" on the white paper, which is the name of the novel, and continued writing:

"We met during a student union presidential election in the first year of high school. At that time, the man who looked like a patriotic young man on the stage had been speaking eloquently for almost an hour. He was gloriously promoted from kindergarten to group leader.

When it comes to winning the city’s top three honors, I vow to say..."

The original author of this novel is Zhang Mengshi, who is very talented. Han Qiao forgot the specific year it was published, but the content has always left a deep impression on him.

Time passes in the writing of "Shasha".

After writing the last word, Han Qiao looked at the time. Good guy, we have traveled through time again. It is already four o'clock in the evening.

Before I knew it, I had been writing for six hours.

When he came back to his senses, he felt unwell all over and his hands were unbearably sore. It was so difficult. Han Qiao had not written a pen for more than 20 years in his life and his previous life.

Put the manuscript into an envelope and prepare to send it tomorrow.

In this way, after one month, the manuscript fee will be mailed to you.

In 1999, the manuscript fee for Germination was not much, Xiaobai only paid a few yuan for a thousand words, and Han Qiao's article, which was about more than 10,000 words, came to just over sixty yuan.

Enough tickets!

(End of chapter)