I'm The Hard Rice King

Chapter 131 Qingge wants to charge

Li Peifeng was dumbfounded, and after realizing it, he slowly put down the flower in his hand and forced a smile on his face: "Hello, Auntie, I, I... haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing?"

"Very good." Li Xin turned slightly and waved her hand inside: "Come in and talk."

"Uh, okay." Li Peifeng just felt uncomfortable. He really didn't expect this person to be at Zhao Qingge's house. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be. As the leader of the academy, Li Xin is usually very busy with work, even on Saturdays. I can't rest, let alone come to my daughter's house. I can only say that I am unlucky!

"My mentor is her..." Li Peifeng looked around awkwardly after entering the room, feeling a little scared. Fortunately, when he was outside the door, although his voice and expression were not quite right, he only said a guide, and the rest was "I" I missed you without saying it, otherwise I would have died on the spot!

"You finally came to correct the article?"

After the two had exchanged a few words, Zhao Qingge came out of the study, saw the flowers in Li Peifeng's hands, and frowned: "Do you remember the time agreed? It's so late, I thought you forgot! "

Li Peifeng silently praised the steps Zhao Qingge gave, and quickly responded: "Hey, I was delayed by something!" Then he raised the flowers in his hand: "So I bought flowers from the side of the road, and I will apologize to you."

Zhao Qingge glanced at Li Xin but didn't answer: "Stop doing these useless things!"

Li Peifeng is also very adaptable. He thought of an excuse in a blink of an eye, and said with a smile: "This is a handicraft made by a junior high school student. He came out to set up a stall on weekends to earn some pocket money. I saw it on the street and decided to support it. , so I bought a bunch. If you don’t like it, I’ll go back and give it to my mother.”

Zhao Qingge gave a soft face, ignored this, and walked towards the study: "Come with me, I didn't expect the outline you wrote to be so detailed, and I'm just going to finish it now. Regarding the direction of writing, I will give you a few tips. suggestion……"

"OK, all right."

The two walked into the study room without closing the door. Li Xin listened at the door for a while, and heard that the content of their discussion was really similar to the documents on Zhao Qingge's computer, and it was something created by a novel. She frowned slowly. Expand.

In the room, Li Peifeng was relieved to hear Li Xin's footsteps getting farther and farther away, and said in a low voice, "Guard, why is your mother here? You scared me!"

It obviously scared me!

Zhao Qingge glanced at him: "Why did you come to my house? You are still holding the flowers made by the primary school student!"

"Not a primary school student, but a junior high school student..."

Li Peifeng slapped his head and said helplessly: "Hey, I made it myself, not bought it. I just said that for my aunt."

"Really?" Zhao Qingge was noncommittal.

"Yeah, I came back from school in the morning and saw that the leaves on the side of the road were pretty, so I folded a few and wrapped them with paper I bought from a flower shop, and then I thought of giving it to you at the first time, but it turned out Who would have ever wanted to meet an aunt!”

Li Peifeng sighed: "It's a bit embarrassing!"

Zhao Qingge looked at the bouquet of flowers on the table and raised the corners of his mouth, but quickly calmed down: "If you want to come later, please call me in advance."

"In the future?" Li Peifeng grinned: "Okay!"

Before that, he came to Zhao Qingge's house a few times during Chinese New Year holidays, or when he occasionally listened to Zhao Qingge's orders and helped her fetch things, but usually he really didn't have the chance to come.

Now that Zhao Qingge has opened his mouth, it sounds like he can come to her house at any time?

"What I mean is if your paper or literary creation encounters a bottleneck!"

Zhao Qingge's face was serious: "And it's on weekends, and if the situation is more urgent, you can come to my house, and I will guide and correct you, understand? Don't misunderstand!"

"Well, there's no misunderstanding! There's absolutely no misunderstanding!"

Thirty minutes later, the two chatted almost, and Li Peifeng's cell phone kept ringing. It was Wu Wenyue and Xu Manying who asked him where he had gone, and it was not convenient for him to answer now, so he walked out of the study to prepare leave.

"Pei Feng is leaving?"

Li Xin, who was in the kitchen, was cooking in a scarf. Seeing this scene, she put down the shovel in her hand and came up to meet her: "My meal is ready soon, and I brought you a copy. I'll stay for you after dinner." Let’s go.”

"No, no!"

Li Peifeng waved his hands repeatedly: "This weekend, my parents came to the capital to visit me. I may have to eat with them today."

"Oh, your parents are here?"

Li Xin's heart moved and she nodded slightly: "That's because I want to go back to spend time with my parents, but... are you free tomorrow?"

"Um, are you okay?"

Li Xin smiled gently and said: "I heard Dean Chen talk about you recently, and I didn't expect that you are actually a great writer. Your uncle and I are very curious about what kind of parents can cultivate such a talented person. It just so happens that they are also in the capital now, so I thought it would be better for our two families to have a meal together tomorrow and chat."

Li Peifeng felt a little scared and confused. Why did he invite his whole family to dinner?

But in the past, he would have agreed happily.

Who is the woman in front of me? Vice dean of the International Trade College of a 211 university in the capital.

Who is Zhao Qingge's father? Dean of the School of Foreign Languages ​​at Yanda.

It can be said that these two are leaders in their respective academic fields. To put it bluntly, they are talkative people. They have deep resources and wide connections. A casual word may save them many years of struggle.

If you hold it on your lap, you will have a bright future. Li Peifeng thought so before, but now he really isn't too interested because he has already hugged their daughter Zhao Qingge's lap.

If I were to take my parents to this family banquet as a student of Zhao Qingge again...it would be so awkward! ! In the future, if two families become one family and sit down to eat together, how will they still get along?

"Also, your supervisor is very concerned about your Ph.D. studies and future employment."

Li Xin then smiled and said: "It just so happens that I can also take this opportunity to talk to your parents. If you have other difficulties and are confused about your future employment. If your tutor can't help, your aunt and uncle may be able to help you."

Is it the lobbyist Chen Yuan hired to let me study for a Ph.D.?

After hearing what she said, Li Peifeng vaguely understood something, and subconsciously glanced at Zhao Qingge, but the other party shook his head slightly, completely understanding in his heart, so he put on a silly look and apologized sincerely.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, I have an appointment with my parents to go shopping tomorrow during the day. They will take the train home in the afternoon, so we can wait until they come for the next winter vacation to talk about the meal." After saying that, he turned around decisively.

"Guide, aunt, there's no need to send me off, goodbye!"

"Slow down." Zhao Qingge walked to the door anyway.

"Click."

The security door has been closed. Li Xin frowned and said with an unhappy expression: "This young man looked quite mature before. Why, didn't you understand what I said just now?!"

Zhao Qingge looked very relaxed: "I told you, he doesn't want to study for a Ph.D., or even hold a teaching position. In the future, he just wants to be a writer and write books."

"Is it?"

Li Xin glanced at her and warned: "Don't let students come to your home in the future, especially male students. It will be bad if it causes some gossip."

Zhao Qingge snorted with a nasal tone: "I know."

Li Xing just wanted to turn around and go into the kitchen, but then she remembered something and stopped, her eyes sharp: "By the way, Duoduo, did you just tell me that you wanted to resign?"

Zhao Qingge looked at the kitchen, where the wok was emitting black smoke on the stove, and reminded: "Your food is going to be burnt."

"Oh, I forgot about it!" Li Xin ran to the kitchen in a panic and forgot about it.

Zhao Qingge slowly returned to the study, locked the door, picked up the golden bouquet made of ginkgo leaves on the desk, sat on the chair and looked at it in silence for a long time, and sighed inaudibly.

Then, she took out the cowhide diary from the drawer, turned to the latest blank page, and wrote a few lines.

"My years are wasted, and I am exhausted. Hopeless, miserable, and regretful, like these golden flowers made of withered leaves, beautiful, but my death is coming."

"I've already thought of my epitaph."

"Written, full of empty words; loved, caught the moon in the water; lived, muddled."

"Let the wind be stronger. I want to make a charge in my last golden age, even if it is destined to fail."

(End of chapter)