Chapter 290

At dawn, the sleepy Zhou Shihe accidentally fell asleep on the sofa.

Seeing this, Li Heng said to Mai Sui and Ye Ning: "Why don't you just rest here tonight? There are beds here too."

During his trip to Jingcheng, Mai Sui had already bought bedding for the other second bedroom. Now there were three bedrooms, so they could accommodate the three of them.

Mai Sui and Ye Ning discussed it for a few sentences and both agreed to stay.

After Ye Ning hugged Zhou Shihe into the room, Mai Sui stopped Li Heng: "Li Heng, wait a moment."

Li Heng turned around: "What's wrong?"

Mai Sui walked over, took a sachet out of her pocket and handed it to him: "This is what Shihe and I prayed for at the temple. We also prayed for one for you; put it under your pillow."

Li Heng took the sachet, examined it, and asked: "When did you go to the temple?"

Mai Sui said: "During the time you sent Xiao Han back to school."

Li Heng didn't ask what the sachet was for, but said thank you: "It's not early, you hurry up and rest too."

Watching his departing back, Mai Sui stood in place, wanting to speak but stopping, but in the end, she didn't say it and returned to the second bedroom.

In the following days, "Harvest" magazine exerted its power, promoting the standalone edition of "Cultural Travel" everywhere, and major newspapers reported on this matter one after another.

Even on television news, one could see its figure.

The most influential one was the commentary on CCTV News Broadcast: Writer December once again awakened the dignity of prose established by the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song, and he recast the poetic thinking of the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song about the soul of the world.

Being able to be on CCTV News Broadcast and getting such a high evaluation, although there were only six or seven seconds of footage, it was enough to prove Li Heng's status and influence in the current literary world.

Once the CCTV News Broadcast commentary came out, writer December and "Cultural Travel" exploded and became popular, truly becoming a household name overnight.

In the past, only cultural people and intellectuals paid attention to "Cultural Travel," but now, wow! Every walk of life knew of the existence of writer December.

Even in the countryside of Longhui, those grandfathers and grandmothers who hadn't read it took this as a chat and brag after tea and rice, opening and closing their mouths with "Our Longhui is amazing, a great writer came out," "Have you heard, our Longhui is proud, this time it's on the news broadcast.", "Tell you, you wouldn't believe it, I'm even a relative of December, we ate at the same table."

Look at this bragging, Li Heng was blown away when he came.

Jingcheng, Peking University.

Roommate asked Song Yu: "Song Yu, this writer December is really amazing, he's on the news broadcast, they all say he's from your Shao City, have you seen the real person?"

Song Yu said with a faint smile: "Many people are spreading it, but not many have seen what the real person looks like?"

She was playing Tai Chi, neither saying she had seen him nor saying she hadn't, and her roommates were completely fooled.

Chen family.

It was a traditional project for the whole family to gather together to watch the news broadcast at 7 o'clock every night. When the news anchor commented on "Cultural Travel," Chen Zitong screamed.

Chen Zitong pointed at the TV screen and screamed repeatedly: "Wow! Wow wow wow! Dad, Grandpa, look quickly, brother-in-law's book! This is brother-in-law's book!"

In fact, without her pointing, everyone in the Chen family saw it.

After this news passed, the house was dead silent, and no one spoke.

This scene scared Chen Zitong so much that she mumbled her mouth, secretly glancing at her mother who had a cold face, and didn't dare to explode again.

This month's living expenses were overdrawn and used up. Before asking for money, she had to restrain herself and hide her claws.

In the end, Chen Gaoyuan broke the deadlock: "Xiao Heng is indeed promising."

Chen Xiaomi followed: "After writing these two books, his temperament has changed, he has the style of a great writer."

Chen Xiaohong's husband, Sun Desheng, sighed: "It's still Zijin who has vision, seeing Li Heng's uniqueness a few years ago."

Hearing her husband say this, Chen Xiaohong secretly pulled his sleeve, signaling him not to talk too much, fearing her sister-in-law would hold a grudge.

Sun Desheng pulled his sleeve back, looking disapproving.

Old Mr. Chen drank tea, and his voice was not loud or small: "Is the golden scale a thing in the pool? Once it meets the wind and clouds, it turns into a dragon, amazing!"

Once these words came out, it set the tone. Everyone in the house, one by one, began to chat about Li Heng.

Zhong Lan kept a straight face, didn't speak, and stared at the TV, as if she didn't hear them discussing. Later, she was even more straightforward, got up and returned to the room.

After her mother left, Chen Zitong, who was playing an ostrich, immediately raised her head: "I think Mom is just dying for face and suffering. Having such a super awesome son-in-law, she's still pretending. If it were other families, the mother-in-law would be beautiful to death, and her mouth would be crooked with laughter."

This made several aunts unable to help but laugh, and even the eldest sister Chen Xiaoyun, who didn't participate much in the topic, said: "Wrong is wrong, we still have to admit it. We did a very stupid thing in the past, sigh, poor Zijin."

She had chatted with her younger sister Chen Xiaomi privately, and both held the same view: if the sister-in-law didn't change her attitude toward the Li family in time, it was hard to say whether Zijin would still be a daughter-in-law of the Li family in the future.

Renmin University.

Chen Zijin was proudly listening to her roommates talking about "Cultural Travel" while writing a letter.

Writing to Li Heng.

At this moment, she missed him very much, wanted to see him very much, and wished she could take a plane immediately to congratulate him in person.

Who said I have no vision in picking men?

Still in Jingcheng.

Li Jianguo, Tian Run'e, and Li Lan also watched TV.

Seeing her parents beaming with joy, their mouths couldn't close, Li Lan threw a damper: "Don't be too happy too early, being so famous is not necessarily a good thing. You two should think about who will be on the household registration book in the future?"

Hearing this, the old couple looked at each other, showing difficulty.

After pondering for a long time, Li Jianguo said: "One must rely on conscience to be a person, I am very satisfied with Zijin."

Li Lan laughed: "Dad, what's the use of your satisfaction? This matter depends entirely on who the younger brother loves to sleep with, and whoever has the ability to conquer him on the pillow will probably become it."

Li Jianguo frowned and pretended not to hear this absurd talk.

Tian Run'e was worried: "We don't know too much about Song Yu and Xiao Han, so we won't comment. But Manzai ran to Shanghai, and he admitted himself that he went for the Xiao family girl, but the name he often calls in his dreams is that Song Yu girl. Sigh! Honestly, Jianguo, I still support your opinion."

Li Jianguo nodded; the couple had always been relatively united, and it was no exception in their son's marriage.

Li Lan scoffed at this: "Naive, I think instead, even if we exclude the Chen family's bad deeds, Chen Zijin is the most impossible of the three."

Tian Run'e asked: "Why?"

Li Lan held up two fingers: "They say what you can't get is always the best. On this point, Chen Zijin has lost, and playing for too long is easy to get bored, especially when there are substitutes outside, it is the most dangerous, and it is easy to make wedding clothes for others."

Hearing this, Li Jianguo's face turned black, but he knew this youngest daughter had always been bold, so he didn't scold her.

Tian Run'e reached out and patted her daughter: "Speak properly, what is the second point?"

Li Lan said: "The second point, compared with Xiao Han and Song Yu, Chen Zijin is indeed beautiful, but her appearance is not dominant. And your son is just the type who judges people by their appearance; I am skeptical about whether Zijin can win in the end."

Thinking of the beauty of Song Yu and Xiao Han, Li Jianguo and Tian Run'e looked at each other again, with no temper. The old couple wanted to defend Zijin a few words, but they had to admit that those two girls were indeed stunning, and their son would probably pester them.

Shanghai.

Shen Xin poured honey water for her husband who was watching TV and asked: "Did you notice the message on the news broadcast just now?"

Her husband looked up: "Are you referring to 'Cultural Travel'?"

Shen Xin nodded.

Her husband said elegantly: "I flipped through it when I had time; the language is delicate and full, the writing is romantic, and it's quite talented. There has been a lot of news about it in the newspapers recently."

Shen Xin crossed her legs: "I read it carefully twice. When I read it, I was thinking, if this writer was about the same age as Shuheng, I would get him back to be my son-in-law."

Her husband laughed and drank two sips of honey, put down the cup: "The writer who wrote this book shouldn't be young."

He usually had a lot of affairs and didn't pay special attention to the literary world. If it weren't for the fact that "Cultural Travel" was on the newspaper too often, he wouldn't have flipped through it.

Seeing that her husband also had times when he was blind, Shen Xin said happily: "One day I'll ask someone to see how old he is."

Her husband smiled, thinking his wife was joking and adjusting the family atmosphere.

Shanghai, a cafe.

Huang Zhaoyi put the finished newspaper aside and said to Yang Luting opposite: "Accompany me to buy books tomorrow."

"Buy 'Cultural Travel'?" Best friend Yang Luting asked.

Huang Zhaoyi said yes.

Yang Luting asked: "You rich woman, how many do you plan to buy?"

Huang Zhaoyi said: "Two."

Yang Luting was surprised: "Two, two books? You like him so much, and you only buy two? If it were me, I would directly pack the store and pack the books of several Xinhua bookstores."

Huang Zhaoyi hesitated and said: "I see the reader response is quite good, it shouldn't be unsalable, um, I also want to see the real results of his book."

Yang Luting waved in front of her: "You wouldn't be breaking the jar, would you? Anyway, you can't get his person, so you don't support it?"

Huang Zhaoyi laughed: "Superficial. My feeling for him has nothing to do with getting his person. As long as I am still alive, I will silently bless him."

Yang Luting felt inexplicably sad, scanned the surroundings, and suddenly lowered her voice and asked: "If there is a chance to spend a night with him, would you refuse?"

Huang Zhaoyi picked up the coffee cup, stirred it slowly, and didn't speak.

Yang Luting sat over: "The law does not pass to six ears; with our relationship, are you still afraid that I will spread it?"

"It's not this."

Huang Zhaoyi naturally trusted her best friend very much, thought for a while and said: "The confidantes around him are all beauties. His immunity to women is probably very strong.

And I am too old. Taking the initiative to let him sleep with me would be devaluing myself, not to mention he wouldn't look at me. If I let him take the initiative toward me, that's even more impossible. So this assumption of yours is not established."

Yang Luting understood and asked in a low voice with heartache: "So, you are willing, just afraid he doesn't want to?"

Huang Zhaoyi was silent.

After a long time, Huang Zhaoyi looked out the window with dull eyes and said slowly: "Love, separation, resentment, long-term, seeking, not getting, letting go, life has many dissatisfactions, everything only seeks half satisfaction. I don't care about the bitterness, I just hope he is well, that's enough."

"Sigh, it's really a pity, you are so sincere to him, but he doesn't even give you a chance to meet formally." Yang Luting felt it was a pity.

Huang Zhaoyi shook her head gently: "Don't say that, it's just my wishful thinking, blaming him is unfair."

Hearing this, Yang Luting hated that she wouldn't fight: "You just can't let go of your hands and feet; if I were you, I would have used means long ago."

Huang Zhaoyi smiled bitterly, then changed the subject: "I resigned today, resigned from the position of professor at the Drama Academy."

Yang Luting stopped the action of stirring coffee and asked puzzled: "Why?"

Huang Zhaoyi said: "My personal time is too little, after thinking about it, I decided to reduce the burden on myself."

Hearing this, Yang Luting agreed instantly: "Indeed, you were so busy in the past, and you had to take time to teach at the Drama Academy. I said long ago that you should give yourself some private time to enjoy life, so that life has meaning."

Saturday.

Li Heng rarely slept in, but was woken up by Ye Ning.

He stretched his head out of the quilt and complained: "A little girl, why did you run to a man's room early in the morning? It's fine if you know our relationship, but if you don't know, they might think we, we."

Ye Ning bent down and asked: "We what? Cheating, right?"

Li Heng scanned her from top to bottom and held back the words.

Ye Ning was unhappy: "Hey! What kind of dead fish look is this? Is it a loss to cheat with me?"

Mai Sui and Zhou Shihe at the door heard these tiger-wolf words, exchanged glances, and couldn't help laughing.

Li Heng was a bit afraid of her and said helplessly: "Please avoid suspicion, okay? I want to put on clothes."

"You hurry up, we're going to buy books, we're all ready, just waiting for you." Ye Ning continued to urge and walked out.

Li Heng responded with okay, okay, okay, and got out of bed nimbly.

A minute later, he appeared in the washroom, and Mai Sui was there too.

She handed him a toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed on it, and thoughtfully put a cup of warm water in front of him, asking with concern: "I've never seen you sleep in, did you not sleep well last night?"

"Mm-hmm."

"What happened?"

"Can I say it was too oppressive?" Li Heng brushed his teeth and said vaguely.

"What are you oppressed for?" She looked up.

Li Heng spat out water: "Zijin is in Jingcheng."

Mai Sui was confused at first, but two seconds later, her face turned red.

Li Heng tilted his head to look at her side face, which was brighter than the red flowers, and then teased: "The person in the mirror is more beautiful than you."

Mai Sui subconsciously looked at the mirror, and the blush on her face deepened.

Li Heng asked: "Change the room, how did you sleep last night?"

Mai Sui put the warm water for him to wash his face and stood aside: "I'm fine, I don't recognize the bed, I slept until dawn."

"We are going to Jingcheng for rehearsals tomorrow. If you sleep here, you must call Ye Ning or Manning, it's best to call both, otherwise I won't be at ease if you are alone," Li Heng instructed.

"Okay, good." Mai Sui responded.

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