"Hello, who is this?"

In a daze, Su Xiaolong answered the phone.

"Where the hell have you been? Don't you need to go home so late?"

"You don't have to do housework or teach your children, right?"

"I gave birth to children for your Su family and worked like a slave. Am I not a human being?"

"I am so unlucky that I married a poor teacher like you. I have suffered so much all my life."

There was a lion's roar from the other end of the phone, and even Su Qing in the living room heard the roar.

Su Qing recognized the voice. It was Uncle Xiaolong's wife, Li Xianglan, a typical tough and shrewish woman from the countryside.

"I'm at Ah Qing's house. I had two extra drinks and just fell asleep."

"What's wrong with Zihan and Zichen? Haven't they finished their summer homework? What else do they need me to teach them?"

"Alright, alright, I'll be right back. Why are you arguing? It's so annoying."

Su Xiaolong's slightly dissatisfied voice sounded.

He got up and walked into the living room, his steps unsteady.

"Ah Qing, I'm going back. I'm calling."

He leaned against the wall and spoke to Su Qing with drunken eyes.

"Uncle Xiaolong, you've had too much to drink. Just sleep here for one night and go back tomorrow."

Su Qing stood up and walked over, helping him sit down on a chair in the restaurant.

Based on his understanding of Uncle Xiaolong, a pound of liquor was nothing.

I only drank about half a pound today, but I'm drunk like this.

It's not the wine that makes people drunk, it's people who make themselves drunk!

"No, if I don't go back, there will be chaos at home again."

Su Xiaolong struggled and insisted on going back.

"Okay, I'll take you back then."

Su Qing had no choice but to help him downstairs.

However, he did not drive, but called a Didi.

Don't drink and drive, and don't drive after drinking.

"By the way, Uncle Xiaolong, how are Zihan and Zichen doing in their studies?"

In the car, Su Qing asked about her cousin's academic performance.

Uncle Xiaolong has a son and a daughter. His daughter, Su Zihan, is seventeen years old and will be in her senior year of high school in the second half of the year.

My son, Su Zichen, is eleven years old and will be in the fifth grade in the second half of this year.

In the past, Su Qing had an average relationship with the two siblings and they rarely contacted each other.

"Zi Han's grades are pretty good, he's reached the first-tier score line."

"Zi Chen's grades are average, but he likes to draw, and his teacher says he has some talent."

"I signed him up for an art class during the summer vacation. Each class costs 200 yuan, one class per day. The summer vacation cost me 12,000 yuan."

"As long as he is willing to learn, I will support him even if I have to sell everything I have, hehe."

Speaking of his children's studies, the sleepy Su Xiaolong suddenly woke up and started talking incessantly.

"Two hundred dollars a lesson? So expensive? How long is the lesson?"

Su Qing was shocked. It turned out that art was built with money.

"One class lasts 50 minutes. After the teacher finishes teaching, we have one hour of free practice, which is about two hours a day."

Su Xiaolong gave a thumbs up and said, "The teacher is a member of the Provincial Artists Association. His level is very high and worth the price."

"Well"

Su Qing wanted to say that provincial association members were really not rare and their levels were uneven.

Even he, thanks to his online writings that have received thousands of subscriptions, has managed to become a member of the provincial writers' association.

These associations are non-governmental organizations, and basically anyone can join as long as they are engaged in this industry.

Maybe this teacher's painting skills are just average and he relies entirely on his mouth to fool people.

"Uncle Xiaolong, let Zi Han and Zi Chen come to my house when you have time. Our houses are not far away anyway."

Arriving at the gate of Century City, Su Qing watched Su Xiaolong enter the community gate and said to him.

Su Qing doesn't have many relatives, and they are her only cousins, so they deserve to be cherished.

"Okay, you cousins ​​should really get closer to each other. I'll bring my sister and brother to your house in a couple of days to introduce them to each other."

Su Xiaolong waved his hand and walked into the community with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The two of them tacitly did not mention Li Xianglan, obviously not wanting to create a rift between the uncle and nephew because of her.

Standing at the gate of the community, Su Qing watched Su Xiaolong go upstairs before turning around and leaving.

Walking on the sidewalk, he walked slowly home.

It was late at night, already half past ten.

Nightlife has just begun.

Thousands of lights are on and neon lights are flashing.

From time to time, ghost fire cars passed by on the wide road, and young boys and girls screamed as they whizzed by.

However, Su Qing felt that they were a bit noisy and didn't think there was anything cool about them.

Maybe this is what growing up is.

Su Qing walked back to her home and was about to go upstairs.

Suddenly I found that someone tagged him in the group.

"@Su Qing, @Qing Chuan Xu Huaping, @Min Guo Xiao Yichen, brothers, I'm in trouble."

trouble?

What kind of trouble could Xie Yuanshan get into? "What's going on? Brother Xie, don't be anxious, tell us everything."

Su Qing was startled and quickly stopped and replied.

"Sophisticated!"

"+1"

Xu Huaping and Xiao Yichen also came online.

"It's like this. Didn't Brother Su and I trade a batch of grain a few days ago?"

"The news leaked out, and several survivor bases in the surrounding area came to me and asked me to buy a batch of food."

After Xie Yuanshan explained it, Su Qing finally understood.

After all, it was really that batch of supplies that caused the trouble.

There are nearly two thousand survivors in Xie Yuanshan’s Hope Base, a mixed crowd of good and bad.

The news that he had obtained a large amount of food was soon spread by people with ulterior motives.

Then, three surrounding survivor bases came to the door and said they wanted to purchase a batch of food from Xie Yuanshan.

If they really wanted to buy, Xie Yuanshan would naturally not have the heart to refuse and watch them starve to death.

But these guys actually brought all their men and surrounded the entire base, as if they were going to attack if he disagreed.

Some ambitious people have taken the opportunity to stir up trouble and now hope to create chaos in the base.

Xie Yuanshan was very disappointed and undecided. What should he do? "Brother Xie, please don't mind what I said."

"Everyone says I'm a Qing Dynasty love-dead girl, but aren't you also the last saint of the world?"

"In apocalyptic novels, which of those leader-like protagonists has not experienced many betrayals and become a nobody?"

"If you ask me, you might as well be a lone ranger!"

"With your strength and the chat group you have, there is no place in the world you can't go to?"

After listening to Xie Yuanshan's story, Xu Huaping couldn't help but complain.

She had wanted to say it a long time ago, but had not said it because of Xie Yuanshan's face.

"What the young lady said makes sense. Based on my two and a half years of experience in writing novels, saintly protagonists are no longer popular in apocalyptic novels nowadays."

“Only cold-blooded, selfish lone ranger-type protagonists can win the love of readers.”

“Readers determine the market, and the market determines the direction.”

Although Su Qing has retired, he has been writing online articles for two and a half years, so his vision and experience are still there.

Today's readers prefer the protagonist who gets something for nothing rather than the protagonist who works hard and makes sacrifices.

Reality is already miserable enough, and reading a novel makes me even more miserable. I don’t feel involved in the novel!

(End of this chapter)