When Li Yu got home, Aunt Zhou had already prepared dinner.
Everyone is waiting for her.
"Why don't you eat first? Ah Hai must not have eaten well on the way."
Li Yu has been here for more than two years, almost three years, and has long regarded herself as the mother of these people.
Sometimes the intimacy she showed surprised even herself.
"I still want to wait for mom to come back and eat together."
Lin Hai is always so considerate.
"What's there to wait for? By the way, did you come back alone? Where did you and Yu Shan separate?"
Lin Hai showed no impatience towards his mother's questions and answered them one by one.
"We separated in the capital. He went home, and I returned with the caravan."
It’s better to follow the caravan, it’s safer.
Everyone enjoyed the meal very much.
After eating, Li Yu didn't keep him talking, because he knew the couple had more to say.
If we were to say who is the unhappiest person in the family, it would probably be Xiaobao.
He didn't know when his father left, and no one went to the school to look for him when he came back.
He only found out when he got home from school.
Can I be in a good mood?
But when he saw that everyone was so happy, he felt like he was being too ignorant.
After everyone left, he was the only one left in Li Yu's room, feeling depressed.
"What's wrong? Are you still unhappy? Your father is back."
"Grandma, am I useless at home?"
Huh? Is that something a 6-year-old could say?
"Who said you are useless? You are still a child now, it is time for you to study hard."
"But my father and second uncle were already able to do a lot of things when they were 6 years old."
Li Yu wanted to laugh. What kind of life did Lin Hai and Lin Jiang live when they were 6 years old?
What kind of life did they live when Xiaobao was 6 years old?
There is no comparison at all.
“It’s different now than it was before.”
"I didn't know when my father left, and I didn't know when he came back. I feel like I am dispensable in this family."
Precocious children have this problem.
Treat yourself as a member of the family and think that you will know about what happens at home.
But in the eyes of adults, all they need is to grow up safely and without worries.
There is no need to know anything else.
Li Yu didn't know how to comfort him.
"We will pay attention to it in the future, and I will tell your parents too."
"Grandma, am I too ignorant?"
"No, you're fine."
It’s really good. Compared to other children, Xiaobao is really sensible.
For booksellers in Qingyang Town, October is even colder than winter.
The reason is simple. I don’t know what’s wrong with the boss of Yunshang Book Pavilion’s brain, but he suddenly came up with this story-telling thing.
It has reached the point where the book is hard to come by.
Finally, the bookstore directly gave a solution, which was that each person was only allowed to buy one copy.
Although this makes many people from good families dissatisfied, there is nothing that can be done about it.
Although the Qu family has fallen on hard times, His Majesty has not forgotten them and even entrusted the most important printing work to the Qu family.
And everyone knows that Yunshang Book Pavilion is the property of the Qu family.
The consumption capacity of the capital city is much stronger than that of Qingyan Town.
The second issue of the story club has been released, but many people in the city cannot buy the first issue.
Chen Zongwen was so happy every day that he couldn't stop smiling. Even Lin He could hear it in the school, as some people were discussing storytelling.
This shows how great the influence is.
Every time at this time, he always feels inexplicably proud that his mother is still capable.
He didn't expect that even his classmates had submitted their works to the library.
There are many people in the city, and many stories have been told.
Of course, with more quantity, there are more options and the quality will also improve.
Now Li Yu and Liao Qiwen no longer need to write about it. Of course, she won't stop anyone who wants to write about it.
Even Qu Xiangbai sometimes has nothing to do.
I can also pick up a pen and write.
The weather was getting colder, and Li Yu was no longer willing to go out.
She hasn't published a single story this year.
I have been writing the third book for more than half a year, but it is not finished yet.
Every time Chen Zongwen looked at her eagerly, she felt guilty.
It's really unprofessional.
Just as the twelfth lunar month was approaching, Li Yu finally finished writing.
She was quite satisfied with the storybook this time. The first one was purely storytelling and refreshing writing.
The second book was written out of my own selfish desire. I wrote it out of love and got so excited about it.
Unexpectedly, it became popular by accident.
This book is the one she put the most thought into, and she worries about the story every day.
She spends more time doing homework than writing.
She thought, if this wasn't popular, it would be unjust.
So after she finished writing, she didn't wait and took it directly to the library to let Chen Zongwen and Qu Xiangbai read it first.
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