The days of retirement with the singing queen

This night, Zhang Suxin's house was quiet and everyone went to bed early.

In Lin Shuhua's family, Lin Shuhua and his grandfather Lin Gu are still very energetic.

Lin Shuhua's parents were busy with work and often traveled on business, so they were usually not at home. At this time, there were only Lin Shuhua and Lin Gu at night.

Lin Shuhua put down the book in his hand and listened to his grandfather Lin Gu and his friend Huang Pingan on the phone.

Lin Gu used public broadcasting, so Lin Shuhua could hear Huang Pingan's voice on the phone.

"How's it going, Lao Huang? Have you read the book "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" that I recommend you?"

"Look, it's pretty good. It's capable of fighting me."

"Haha! What a big statement! I think the layout of this book means that as long as the subsequent plot does not break down, your book is impossible to beat!"

"...You called me this late at night to tell me this?"

Lin Shuhua imagined the angry expression on the other side of the phone from Grandpa Huang Ping'an, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

She heard Lin Gu change the topic and continued chatting with Huang Pingan.

"Do you want to meet Doraemon in person?"

"How do you know him? I said why are you so arrogant and stepping on me with this writer?"

"If you don't know him, why can't he step on you? It's a fact that his writing is better than yours!"

"...It's not over, right?"

"It's you who brought the topic back, not me. I mean my granddaughter knows where that Doraemon is. I plan to go around tomorrow to see if I can get to know this little friend. Are you going?"

"Let's go. I'm also going to see what kind of character he is who can write such a magnificent martial arts book, and introduce him to ancient and modern legends. It's a pity that such a good martial arts author doesn't write ancient and modern legends."

"You are a writer of novels, and you are not an editor of ancient and modern legends. You still want to recruit authors for magazines. It's really too easy to worry about."

"...I am cherishing my talent! Do you understand that I cherish my talent? The size of martial arts readers is still legendary in ancient and modern times."

"The number of readers of Dora B Dream is under the maple tree. You don't even know how popular he is. If we really cherish his talent, we will introduce him to the Writers' Association. He is from Haidu, and we have never met him in the Writers' Association. Where is he?"

"I think you are the one who only cares about the carrot. You are a fairy tale writer, and I am a popular martial arts novelist. I have to worry about the Writers Association. I am full!"

"..."

Lin Shuhua listened to the two old men bickering and laughed even more to himself. She watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and agreed with her grandfather Lin Gu's words. And listening to Huang Ping'an's tone on the phone, he also recognized the meaning of Lin Gu's words.

The rebuttal was just lip service.

But with Doraemon's ability and achievements, it should be more than enough to join the Writers' Association. Why haven't I seen him on the list of members of the Writers' Association yet?

After a while, Lin Gu and Huang Pingan finished their phone calls and came over to talk to Lin Shuhua: "Shuhua, do you have classes tomorrow morning? If there are classes, you go to class. If there are no classes, take Lao Huang and me to the Sanwei Bookstore. Turn around.”

Lin Shuhua said: "I happen to have no classes. Grandpa, I'll take you there tomorrow. I just don't know if the boss is in the store. I went to that Sanwei Bookstore several times and never met the boss."

Lin Gu suddenly frowned: "Shuhua, you are so interested in that Doraemon, you don't really have a crush on him, right? You should pay attention, you already said that Doraemon has a wife Children's people. As a young artistic man, we can admire the talents of others, but we cannot go overboard."

Lin Shuhua said speechlessly: "Grandpa, what are you talking about!"

Lin Gu smiled. The reminder had arrived, so he said no more. "It's getting late, go to bed quickly. We can take us to Sanwei Bookstore tomorrow. I have to take a good look tomorrow to see if there are any books in the bookstore." Three flavors.”

…

That night Gu Ruiyong also called Wen Zhangping and asked, "You should still be in Haidu, right?"

Wen Zhangping said: "Here you are. Don't you know that I have a house here? After finishing the variety show last time, I didn't leave and stayed in Haidu. There was a singer here in Haidu who released an album and asked me to As a producer, the price is quite high, and I’m busy making money.”

Gu Ruiyong said disdainfully: "It smells like copper, it's disgusting!"

Wen Zhangping said impatiently: "Go away, go away. If you have anything to do, tell me immediately. If you don't tell me, I'll hang up. You're disturbing people's sleep at night, and you're not doing it just once or twice."

Gu Ruiyong got down to business: "I'll get on the plane right away and arrive in Haidu in the early morning."

Wen Zhangping said: "Why are you here in the middle of the night? I don't care about you when I'm asleep."

Gu Ruiyong said: "I don't need you to worry about it. I have already booked the hotel. I just want to see if you have anything to do tomorrow morning. If you have nothing to do, come with me to Brother Lu. I have taken a fancy to all the songs he has released. , go over and ask him to sign a contract."

Wen Zhangping said: "Are these the songs you woke me up in the middle of the night and said they were better than me?"

Gu Ruiyong said: "Those are the ones that are really better than you."

Wen Zhangping: "..."

Gu Ruiyong said: "I'll tell you tomorrow and you'll know. Tell me first if you have time."

Wen Zhangping said: "Have you contacted Brother Lu in advance?"

Gu Ruiyong said: "No, I called him twice today, but he didn't answer the phone. He must be busy with something. I just want to go directly tomorrow. If he is not in the store, call him again. This Show that I’m sincere.”

Wen Zhangping said: "Ha! It's rare. I've never seen you be so polite and have such a low profile."

Gu Ruiyong said: "There is no way, who can make people really capable?"

Wen Zhangping was silent again. Gu Ruiyong's words seemed to indicate that he had no real ability.

After a moment of silence, Wen Zhangping said, "Okay, take a taxi and pick me up tomorrow, and we'll go there together."

Gu Ruiyong asked: "Where is your car?"

Wen Zhangping said: "Don't think about it, why should I waste my time to handle your affairs?"

Gu Ruiyong: "..."

…

Lu Anzhi didn't sleep well that night.

He had not slept well for two consecutive nights. Yesterday it was because he was about to meet Zhang Suxin's parents, and he didn't know how to deal with it. He was so nervous that he was at a loss. But tonight, it was because everything was going too smoothly and too fast, which made him feel unreal. , my mind was spinning, and I couldn’t fall asleep for a while.

The slender little guy was sleeping with his arms and legs spread out beside him. He turned up and down at some point and moved in his sleep, almost putting his little foot into Lu Anzhi's nostril.

Lu An was quickly kicked out of bed, and he quickly picked up the little girl, arranged it, covered her with a quilt, and then continued to lie down. He turned his head and took a look, seeing that Zhang Suxin had already fallen asleep, so he did not disturb Zhang Suxin.

He couldn't sleep, so he took out his cell phone to look at it, and then he noticed two missed calls.

But it was already dark at this time, so he was not in a hurry to return the call. When he woke up early the next morning, he called Gu Ruiyong.

As a result, no one picked up Gu Ruiyong.