Chapter 310

Zhou Shihe nodded slightly, turned and walked to the bedside, took off her shoes and leaned halfway against the head of the bed, took a book she had prepared earlier from the nightstand and started reading.

Next, both of them were relatively quiet, one reading, one writing, neither interfering with nor disturbing the other.

Only occasionally, Zhou Shihe, who had kept one posture for too long, would squirm her body, and at this time she would instinctively glance at him.

They say a focused man is the most charming!

Especially now that Li Heng carried the halo of a great writer, the halo of the creator of "The Original Scenery of the Hometown," and was now burying his head in writing a literary work full of anticipation. Zhou Shihe's unconscious gaze lingered on his side profile for a moment, before continuing to read the classic in her hand.

After midnight, Li Heng, who had eaten too much at dinner, felt his mouth very dry and had to withdraw from his writing state, drink a cup of hot tea, check the time, and ask:

"It's not early, Comrade Shihe, do you want to sleep?"

Zhou Shihe looked up and observed for a while, seeing that he was full of energy and didn't look like he wanted to sleep, so she said gently: "I'm not sleepy yet. If you have good inspiration, write for a while longer."

"Eh, alright, then I'll write for a while longer. If you get tired and want to turn off the lights and sleep, just tell me." Li Heng urged.

"Mm." Zhou Shihe gave a light hum.

For the next 2-plus hours, Li Heng's thoughts flowed like a spring, his pen blooming as he filled one sheet of white paper after another.

In a state of being pumped up, he accidentally pushed Chapter 2 of "Bai Luyuan" to over 4,700 words.

At one interval, Li Heng glanced at the electronic watch on his left wrist, 2:49.

Truly dizzy! It was almost 3 AM. He had promised not to stay up late, damn it, he stayed up late again!

Thinking this way, he half-turned to look at the next bed.

Well, Zhou Gu Niang had the book flipped over on the quilt, but she was half-leaning against the head of the bed dozing off. Who knew if she was sleepy or thinking about something?

As if sensing something, noticing his movement, she slowly opened her eyes, and after looking at each other for a long time, she asked him gently: "You're not writing anymore?"

"I'm suddenly a bit sleepy, planning to sleep. You lie down too." Li Heng put down his pen, capped the ink bottle, and put the manuscript into the middle drawer.

Zhou Shihe watched his movements quietly and said alright.

When she was about to get up, she found her heels a bit numb, stomped her feet, and then opened the door to go to the bathroom. She had drunk a large cup of hot water earlier, so she had to empty out before sleeping.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the light in Yu Laoshi's bedroom was actually on. Li Heng glanced curiously several times, but in the end, he didn't walk over.

He was afraid that Yu Laoshi would hear his footsteps and misunderstand, thinking he had ulterior motives or something, and then it would be a misunderstanding that couldn't be explained clearly.

Humming a little tune, he stayed in the bathroom for about a minute, then washed his hands, wiped them with a dry towel, and just as he opened the door to return to the secondary bedroom, a person in black stood abruptly at the doorway.

"My!"

Li Heng was given a big scare!

If he hadn't clearly seen that the other person was Yu Laoshi in time, he would have almost spewed profanity! Truly, not sleeping in the middle of the night, blocking a student at the bathroom door, is that appropriate?

And a male student who looks so good!

According to custom, he kept sweeping his right hand across his forehead three times.

Li Heng was slandering endlessly in his heart, but the attitude that came out of his mouth was excellent: "Teacher, do you need something?"

Realizing that she might have startled him, Yu Shuheng rarely showed a smile, "How many words did you write tonight?"

Li Heng answered: "From after dinner until now, about 4,700 words."

Yu Shuheng's eyes were bright, and she reached out directly to him: "Give it to me."

Li Heng was speechless. So blocking the bathroom in the middle of the night was just to follow the update?

He kindly reminded her: "The second chapter isn't finished yet. If you see it halfway like this, you might want to kill me."

Yu Shuheng smiled elegantly, her tone soft as she said: "I can't sleep right now."

Her eyes were deep, her pupils dark and black enough to devour people, staring straight at him, as if she had the posture of "If you don't let me see, I won't let you out of the bathroom door."

After a long standoff, Li Heng sighed: "Teacher, you remind me of someone."

Yu Shuheng changed her face faster than the weather, interrupting his words expressionlessly: "Shut your mouth!"

Li Heng's face twitched, and he couldn't help but complain: "I've never seen anyone beg like you, ah! Is there any justice in this world?"

Hearing this, Yu Shuheng once again displayed the ability of Sichuan opera face-changing, smiling!

While smiling, she finally stopped blocking the door and stepped aside.

Li Heng took a step, then stopped, and asked tentatively: "Teacher, have you read the copy of 'Jane Eyre' you gave me?"

Yu Shuheng said: "I still remember the plot of this book, I haven't read it."

Then she reacted and asked, "Is there something inside?"

Li Heng shook his head like a bell, "No, I'm just curious, why did you give me that book?"

Yu Shuheng didn't explain: "No reason, read it when you have time."

Li Heng nodded, didn't talk nonsense, passed her to enter the secondary bedroom, and under Zhou Shihe's gaze, took the manuscript out of the drawer and handed it to Yu Laoshi who had followed to the doorway.

Yu Shuheng quickly scanned the situation in the secondary bedroom, scanned Zhou Shihe, and then said to the two: "Staying up late is bad for your health, you two hurry and rest."

Hearing this, Li Heng pondered, this was probably the realistic version of "only the magistrate is allowed to burn down houses, while the common people are forbidden to light lamps."

Yu Laoshi left, carrying the manuscript like a fallen leaf drifting into the night.

Li Heng closed the door, turned to Zhou Shihe and said: "It's not early, let's sleep."

"Mm."

After the words fell, the two looked at each other silently across the air.

A few seconds later, the two tacitly moved their gazes away, one lying down on their side with their back to him, the other pulling the light off and getting into bed.

Li Heng was a bit excited, his mind full of the plot structure of "Bai Luyuan." He found that he might really have a talent for writing books. Many fresh scenes and meaningful character dialogues lingered in his mind, and they were accumulating more and more.

Having waited a long time without hearing the familiar rhythmic breathing, Zhou Shihe, who had been waiting for him to fall asleep so she could take off her clothes, suddenly spoke in the dark:

"Li Heng, you're not asleep yet?"

"Uh, can't sleep."

Li Heng responded, "Why aren't you asleep either?"

Zhou Shihe said: "No sleepiness."

Then she asked: "Are you thinking about the new book?"

"Yes." Li Heng answered: "What about you?"

Zhou Shihe answered irrelevantly: "Do you believe there are ghosts and gods in the world?"

Li Heng was stunned, "Why ask this so abruptly?"

Zhou Shihe said: "I saw you mentioned the 'curse of a hard fate that kills the wife' in the first chapter of your new book. This is a superstitious saying."

Li Heng asked: "Do you think this setting is not good?"

Zhou Shihe said gently: "Quite good, fascinating. I read a feeling of magical realism, and I've been thinking about 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' in my mind."

Li Heng praised: "Amazing! Some of the inspiration in my book was inspired by 'One Hundred Years of Solitude'."

Having a common topic, the two slowly started chatting, and the more they chatted, the more excited they became, chatting until the sky outside turned bright before they suddenly realized, damn it, the whole night had passed just like that!

Li Heng smacked his lips and said: "Hey, we two didn't sleep all night."

Zhou Shihe turned her head to look at the window: "I affected you."

"Don't, don't say that. We two can at most be considered Zhou Yu hitting Huang Gai—one is willing to hit, and the other is willing to suffer. Don't blame anyone." Li Heng said.

Zhou Shihe smiled knowingly and sat up from the bed.

Li Heng asked: "You didn't sleep at all, and you're getting up?"

"No, I'm going to wash up, and then I'll sleep for a while." Zhou Shihe said.

Li Heng turned over and closed his eyes: "That's a good idea. Then I'll sleep first as a sign of respect. Good night! No, good morning! See you at noon."

Zhou Shihe pursed her lips and smiled, put on her shoes and left the room.

A few minutes later, when she entered the room again, someone was indeed already fast asleep, the rhythmic breathing sound so familiar.

Passing by his bedside, Zhou Shihe glanced at his sleeping appearance for the first time. Just as Sui Sui said, his eyelashes, nose, and lips were all quite tasteful.

Thinking of her best friend Mai Sui, she looked at him again, then took off her shoes and got into bed, then removed her coat and middle shirt, and slowly crawled into the quilt.

Last night was lively and noisy, and both of them slept in the morning.

Yu Shuheng, who was waiting for the two to eat breakfast in the main room outside, was a bit doubtful about life. How come she hadn't seen the shadows of the two all morning?

The curtains were drawn tight. She intended to knock on the door to check the situation, but thinking that the two hadn't slept until past 3 o'clock last night, she extinguished the thought.

After 11 o'clock at noon, the postman came by and delivered a package.

Yu Shuheng opened it and took a look; inside were all local gazetteers about the Bai Luyuan region.

"Ding-a-ling!"

"Ding-a-ling!"

Half an hour later, the landline phone on the coffee table rang. Yu Shuheng picked it up and asked: "Hello, who is this?"

"Hello, I am Shihe's mother. Are you Yu Laoshi?" the person on the other side asked politely.

"Yes, you are looking for Shihe, right? She hasn't gotten up yet." Yu Shuheng said.

"Hasn't gotten up?"

The person on the other side checked the time, 11:43. Her daughter, who had always been relatively disciplined, actually hadn't gotten up?

Yu Shuheng said: "We chatted for a while last night and it got quite late. Do you have any urgent matter? Do you want me to go wake her up?"

The person on the other side asked: "No need. I just wanted to ask, what day can Shihe arrive home? Do you want us to pick her up?"

Yu Shuheng looked at his eyes, which were faintly shining, and after a long time, she spoke to arrange: "Shihe, I know you've been hooked by the novel, wash your hands and go to the room. I'll wash the bowls and chopsticks."

Then she said to Li Heng: "It's past 8 o'clock, you go take a bath, after Shihe finishes reading, the three of us will go for a walk at the entrance of the alley."

"Okay."

Li Heng and Zhou Shihe stood up one after another, each doing their own thing.

Yu Shuheng's gaze followed his back as it moved. At this moment, she, who hadn't completely walked out of the world of the book, finally understood the mood of her best friend Runwen.

There really is such a heaven-sent talent in this world!

Yu Laoshi thought to herself.

Ten thousand words or so read very quickly; in less than 15 minutes, she had meticulously gone through it all. But after finishing, Zhou Shihe felt a sense of loss, because there was nothing left to read. She sat on the sofa for a long time, then slowly savored it again from beginning to end.

When she finished reading it a second time, Zhou Shihe put the manuscript back in its original place and took the opportunity to help tidy up the messy desk.

She understood a little now, understood why Sui Sui couldn't control herself.

After straightening up the room and cleaning the floor, Zhou Shihe walked out and saw Li Heng doing push-ups.

Yu Shuheng was on the nearby sofa, holding a cup of coffee, sipping it elegantly in small mouthfuls.

Seeing Zhou Shihe, she asked: "Shihe, would you like a cup?"

Zhou Shihe shook her head slightly, "No, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

". 57, 58, 59, 60."

After doing 60 perfect push-ups, Li Heng let out a long breath, stood up, and asked: "Want to go out for a walk?"

"Let's go." Yu Shuheng finished the rest of her coffee, grabbed an umbrella, and was the first to leave the courtyard.

The snow outside was still falling, hitting the ground layer upon layer, thick and dense.

Zhou Shihe also took an umbrella and asked him if he wanted one.

Li Heng waved his hand in refusal, "I love snowy days. Although they often freeze me half to death, I just have a soft spot for them."

These words made a person appear in Yu Shuheng's mind. They also made a person come to Zhou Shihe's heart.

Walking out along the alley, the three of them soon reached the alley entrance. At this time, the road was bustling with traffic, even livelier than imagined.

Yu Shuheng remarked with emotion: "The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Many shops have closed, but many others are doing even more booming business than usual."

Li Heng asked: "Does Teacher miss home?"

Yu Shuheng shook her head, "Not too much. After spending so many years at home, this is the first time spending the New Year away; it feels fresh."

She asked Zhou Shihe, "Shihe, what about you?"

Zhou Shihe pondered for a moment and said: "I'm alright, I just miss my grandmother a bit; her health isn't very good."

Li Heng felt a bit guilty and said: "After the New Year's Eve dinner on the first day of the lunar year, I'll send you back."

Yu Shuheng shook her head: "Teacher didn't buy a plane ticket for the first day; they are all for the morning of the second day. I will send Shihe back.

Li Heng, you are so busy with your writing and have so many things at home, go back and handle them first, then come out early to write in peace."

Zhou Shihe also agreed with this: "I'm on the same route as Teacher; Li Heng, just fly directly to Changsha. Let's meet on the 9th."

Seeing the serious expressions on the two women's faces and thinking about how he really did have a lot to do, Li Heng hesitated for a while and finally agreed.

After strolling for half an hour, Li Heng was covered in a thick layer of snow. In the end, Zhou Shihe gave her umbrella to him, while she shared one with Yu Laoshi.

When they returned home, it was already past 9 o'clock, quite late.

Li Heng shook the snow off his body, walked in, and asked Yu Shuheng: "Teacher, I plan to visit Teacher Wang's house during the first lunar month. Is there anything you need me to help bring?"

Yu Shuheng said expressionlessly: "No need. On such a festive day as the New Year, I don't plan to see her, and don't you mention her to me either."

"Ah?"

Li Heng was a bit confused. Yu Laoshi, who was chatting just a moment ago, why did she change her face so quickly?

Could it be that she had a falling out with Teacher Wang again?

After drinking a cup of hot tea and chatting with the two women for a few words, Li Heng ducked back into the room. Feeling good today, he thought about striking while the iron was hot and writing the second chapter.

As for how many words the second chapter would be? He didn't set a limit, holding the mentality of writing as much as he could, without any burden.

After 11 o'clock at night, Zhou Shihe, having finished washing up, walked in on tiptoe.

She was truly on tiptoe, even closing the room door inch by inch, just to avoid making any sound.

Noticing her caution, Li Heng smiled and said: "It's not that precious. Just do what you need to do; it's fine to be like usual."

Zhou Shihe smiled silently in response, then walked toward the head of the bed under his gaze, but stopped halfway.

After a moment of hesitation, she turned and came to his desk, asking gently: "During the time you are writing, what does Mai Sui usually do to help you?"

Li Heng said: "Occasionally she helps me refill my tea."

Zhou Shihe asked: "Nothing else?"

Li Heng said: "Nothing else."

Zhou Shihe was slightly surprised: "She doesn't follow your work?"

Follow his work? He immediately thought of his high school English teacher. As for Mai Sui, he said: "Sometimes, Mai Sui keeps a sense of distance from me."

As intelligent as Zhou Shihe, she understood almost instantly.

Before Mai Sui's feelings were exposed in the past, she didn't guard him in the study due to certain psychological reasons.

And after her feelings were exposed, Mai Sui, due to psychological pressure and guilt, generally waited in the living room outside and wouldn't easily enter the study. Unless he called.

In short, it was one sentence: Mai Sui had put a shackle on herself; she was close to him but wouldn't be overly close to him.

Because as time passed, as she grew older, she gradually read something from the eyes of the opposite sex around her: burning heat! Desire! Enchantment!

Mai Sui knew her own situation; she had an extraordinary temptation for men. A few times after being together at close range for a long time, Li Heng couldn't help but want to reach out and hug her waist and abdomen, but he controlled himself very well.

If she stayed in a confined space with him for too long, she was afraid of affecting Li Heng, affecting his writing, affecting his thinking, afraid that at some moment his sensibility would outweigh his rationality and he would cross the line.

The conservative Mai Sui didn't distrust him, but she couldn't convince her own heart.

Regarding him and Mai Sui, with Zhou Shihe's temperament, she naturally wouldn't say much, just said gently: "If you need my help, you can call me."

"Alright, thank you." Li Heng thanked her.

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Zhou Shihe smiled lightly, picked up a clean white porcelain rice bowl, uncovered the lid, first sprinkled some salt inside, stirred it a few times with a soup spoon, then scooped two spoonfuls into the bowl, and then handed it to him:

"The heat should be about right, taste it and see how the saltiness is?"

Li Heng took the rice bowl, put it to his mouth to blow on it, then took a small sip, and another small sip: "It's okay, just right."

Zhou Shihe nodded slightly, "Then let's eat."

"Eh, let me serve rice for you, the great contributor." Foodie Li was most interested in eating. After being busy for a while, the three soon sat around the dining table.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. We have to rush to the CCTV building early in the morning. This meal counts as the last time we eat at home in 1987. Come, let's have a toast!" Everyone poured a glass of red wine. As a teacher, Yu Shuheng was the first to speak at the dinner table.

"Cheers!"

Li Heng and Zhou Shihe raised their glasses, clinked them happily, and each took a sip.

"Mm, this soup Shihe made is really delicious. Li Heng, let's drink more. If Shihe gets married in the future, it will be hard for us to taste it." While Yu Shuheng teased, she served Li Heng a bowl.

Li Heng was busy with both hands and mouth now, just catching the mutton and eating heartily, saying vaguely:

"Getting married? Getting married will have to be after graduating from university anyway. I've decided to fleece her wool well these few years."

Yu Shuheng asked her: "Do you cook often at home?"

Zhou Shihe said, "Occasionally, but not very often. Usually, it's my mother and several aunts who go into the kitchen. I mainly focus on practicing piano and studying."

Thinking of practicing piano, Li Heng asked curiously: "How old were you when you started learning?"

Zhou Shihe recalled and said: "I came into contact with the piano when I was over 3 years old. At first, I learned from my little aunt. When I was 4, my family hired a relatively famous teacher for me to conduct one-on-one instruction. Later, I changed teachers almost every few years until I entered university, and then I relaxed appropriately."

Li Heng asked: "Then do you still have a teacher now?"

Seeing the two looking at her steadily, Zhou Shihe thought for a while and said: "Yes, but the teacher said they couldn't teach me anymore, and told me to practice more on my own and participate in competitions in the future."

Li Heng realized belatedly, "Changing teachers so diligently, is it because those teachers said they couldn't teach you anymore, so they took the initiative to let you change?"

Zhou Shihe smiled gently, then gave a light hum: "Mm, every teacher was introduced by themselves."

Li Heng understood. It was just that this teacher felt they had nothing left to teach, and then introduced her to a more powerful teacher. Zhou Gu Niang just kept winning all the way like this, and in the end, she killed all the teachers.

Yu Shuheng was a legitimate member of the Musicians Association. Her understanding of music was not something Li Heng, this half-baked person, could compare to. She said seriously: "With Shihe's piano level, if she participates in international piano competitions, she might be able to win a big prize."

The reason she used "might," instead of being certain, was because every competition had talents emerging in large numbers, and she didn't dare guarantee whether she would encounter a monster with more talent than Zhou Shihe.

After the meal, Li Heng made a phone call to Chief Editor Liao.

After a while, the call went through, and a relatively tired voice came from the other side: "Who is this?"

"Senior Brother, it's me." Li Heng announced his name.

"Eh, Junior Brother, aren't you participating in the Spring Festival Gala? Why do you still have time to call me?" Hearing it was his voice, Chief Editor Liao immediately pushed his wife aside, and then asked.

Feeling that the other party was quite sleepy, Li Heng kept it short: "I've written a new book and plan to publish it in the February issue of the journal. I want to ask you and Teacher to take a look."

Chief Editor Liao's spirit was shaken, and the fatigue from just losing 200 million was swept away. His tone couldn't help but rise a few points: "Really?"

"Naturally really. How would I dare to play tricks on you and Master with this matter." Li Heng said.

Chief Editor Liao switched the receiver from his left hand to his right: "What's the name of the new book?"

Li Heng answered: "'Bai Luyuan'."

Chief Editor Liao asked: "What subject matter?"

Li Heng roughly explained the subject matter and the era.

Chief Editor Liao was surprised: "This story is different from what you told at Teacher's house last time."

Li Heng smiled and said: "I have plenty of stories in my mind. Now that my brain is hot, I most want to write this one. I'll write that one next time."

Chief Editor Liao grinned and laughed, not daring to doubt his genius level, "How many words have you written?"

Li Heng said: "There are tens of thousands. Are you free on the second day of the lunar year? If so, let's meet in Changsha, and you can take the manuscript back. If you're not free, the 5th is also fine."

Chief Editor Liao said: "I'm really not free on the second day. Then I'll come to Shaodong City to find you on the 5th."

Li Heng asked: "It won't delay the publication this month, right?"

He cared about this the most.

Chief Editor Liao guaranteed: "Rest assured, you are different. Your matters are handled as special cases. It doesn't matter if the monthly journal is delayed for two days."

Li Heng felt again what status meant! He felt very comfortable in his heart: "Alright, then let's meet on the 5th."

Ending the call, he returned to the room again and started the struggle mode, continuing to write the second chapter, until around 1 AM before he finished the first round of fine-tuning.

Handing the manuscript to Yu Laoshi, who had been waiting on the side, Li Heng rushed to the shower room to wash up, and then under the gaze of the two women, he threw himself onto the bed regardless, closed his eyes, rolled twice, and muttered a few words.

Hey, anyway, it was a sudden indulgence after tension, extremely comfortable.

Seeing him look like a child, the two women were speechless and amused.

Yu Shuheng stood up with the manuscript, "Then you and Shihe sleep, Teacher is leaving."

Zhou Shihe was quiet and didn't make a sound, pretending not to hear these ambiguous words.

"Mm, go, good night!" Li Heng was too lazy to open his eyes, reached out a hand from the quilt, and waved.

"Good night!"

Yu Shuheng said good night and left the room.

Zhou Shihe closed the door, then asked him: "Then I'll turn off the lights?"

"Alright."

With a "pia-ji" sound, the room fell into darkness. Not long after, the sound of deep sleep breathing followed.

Zhou Shihe had slept once while he was writing, and now she had no sleepiness at all. She lay flat on the bed looking at the ceiling, her ears full of his small breathing sounds. Unexpectedly, she didn't feel it was noisy, nor did she feel disgusted.

Tomorrow she would officially be on the Spring Festival Gala. She had a feeling that he would become famous overnight, just like his writer name, becoming popular all over the country.

At that time, he would become even more sought after. Unfortunately, Sui Sui had concerns in her heart.

However, she could understand Sui Sui's concerns.

Just didn't know if Xiao Han could hold onto him?

Her thoughts were messy, and in the end, she forcibly interrupted everything and slowly fell asleep as well.

1988, February 16.

Today is New Year's Eve.

Early in the morning, the three of Li Heng got up, first went out to eat some breakfast, and then brought their musical instruments toward CCTV.

Today was not like the previous rehearsals, because they had to put on makeup, which was relatively cumbersome and time-consuming, so everyone had to arrive early.

Entering the CCTV building.

Li Heng saw wave after wave of acquaintances again, greeting them all the way.

"Uncle You, Sister Zhao, good morning."

"Little Li, good morning. Eh, your clothes today are really good-looking, especially stylish." Zhao Lirong poked her head over, staring at the Spring Festival Gala clothes without stopping.

"Hey, Brother Li Heng, your black and white plaid is very stylish." Feng Gong emerged from a corner.

"Ha, I like listening to your praise." Li Heng had a sweet mouth and had long been familiar with everyone. In terms of thick-skinnedness, he was not a bit thinner than them.

"Your clothes are custom-made, right? Does the mainland already have such powerful fashion designers?" Hong Kong singer Jiang Li Ping also joined in the fun.

After all, coming from Hong Kong, her vision was more vicious than the average person.

Seeing everyone looking at him curiously, Li Heng spread his hands: "I don't know either, my teacher gave them to me."

Hearing "teacher," everyone looked at Yu Shuheng not far away in unison, and suddenly understood.

How could they not understand?

Especially since there were several male compatriots present who were spring-hearted and wanted to have designs on Yu Laoshi, but later received a severe warning from Director Deng, and then completely gave up.

Dong Wenhua, who had just arrived, asked: "The clothes are quite fashionable, Little Li, why are you wearing a gray scarf? A white scarf might have a better effect."

Dong Wenhua was singing a solo tonight, singing the song "Road."

Can I say it was designated by my wife?

Li Heng laughed and said: "Sister Dong, your vision is sharp, I didn't even think of that."

Mao Amin on the side took the initiative to say: "I happen to have a white one in my bag, why don't I lend you this one to use first?"

Tsk tsk! Tsk tsk tsk!

Many people around secretly exchanged glances, smacked their lips, all understood, all understood!

Huang Zhaoyi, who entered the door, also happened to hear this, her gaze couldn't help but sweep over Mao Amin a few times, then nodded to Li Heng, passed through the crowd, and went to the dressing room.

As soon as this great Qingyi appeared, many people at the scene lost their voices. Because everyone learned through various channels that she was not only born beautiful, but also had strength, and the family behind her was even more powerful!

People, they all admire the strong! Feeling the gap was too big, so it was better to be low-key.

Yu Shuheng and Zhou Shihe also heard the words just now.

Compared to Huang Zhaoyi's nodding gesture, Yu Shuheng was much more straightforward, smiling and calling from across the air: "Li Heng, I'll take you to see someone."

"Alright, coming!" Li Heng smiled apologetically at everyone and followed Yu Laoshi into the backstage.

Mao Amin looked at Yu Shuheng, who had elegance carved into her bones, and her spirit suddenly leaked, without any courage to resist.

The people around saw this scene, some sympathetic, some secretly gloating, some feeling she was overestimating her capabilities.

With those two peerless beauties beside Li Heng, what kind of fun are you trying to join without any weight? Isn't it looking for trouble?

Arriving at an empty dressing room, Li Heng asked: "Teacher, who are you taking me to see?"

Yu Shuheng glanced at him expressionlessly, sat on the sofa, closed her eyes, and didn't make a sound.

Zhou Shihe looked at him, looked at her, and walked toward the other end of the sofa.

Li Heng sat opposite, sighing repeatedly.

Yu Shuheng's red lips parted slightly, and she asked softly: "Why sigh?"

Li Heng said: "The sky is too cold."

Yu Shuheng asked: "Are you saying I'm heartless?"

"No, Teacher is doing it for my own good." Li Heng said.

Hearing this, Yu Shuheng changed her face faster than turning a book, opened her eyes, smiled slightly and said:

"You are a person with an object, and your main job now is writing. I can't watch a perfect seedling that can grow into a towering tree be harmed by pests."

Li Heng nodded in agreement: "Yes, Teacher is a woodpecker, specializing in removing pests."

Yu Shuheng stared into his eyes, and after a long time, said meaningfully: "Are you trying to say that while the woodpecker is removing pests, it is also destroying the growth of the tree itself?"

Li Heng babbled: "That's not it, I'm just afraid the woodpecker likes to build a nest in the tree hole."

Hearing this, Zhou Shihe lowered her head and smiled imperceptibly, then left the dressing room under the excuse of going to the bathroom.

After Zhou Shihe walked far away, Yu Shuheng, who was full of scholarly temperament, moved her lips, then there was no movement, then moved again, and there was no movement.

Finally, she stood up and came to him, bent over and leaned into his ear, and said in an extremely seductive voice:

"Arrogant little boy, don't provoke Teacher, otherwise I will resign tomorrow."

Looking at the fullness close at hand, smelling her faint womanly scent, feeling the heat at his earlobe, Li Heng held his breath. But his little heart jumped ungratefully!

Noticing his abnormality, a glimmer of brightness flashed in Yu Shuheng's eyes, then she sat back, crossed her legs, and said lazily:

"Go back and bring a message to Runwen, just say that your rapeseed flower is too attractive to bees, and I don't want to manage it anymore."

Li Heng: "."

The makeup artist came, entered the door and asked: "Where is your other person?"

Li Heng said: "Went out for something, will be back soon."

Before his words were finished, Zhou Shihe had already pushed the door and walked in.

During the makeup, Zhou Shihe, who had been quiet, suddenly remembered something and said to Li Heng beside her: "By the way, Li Heng, your second sister called yesterday."

Li Heng asked: "My second sister? What is she looking for me for?"

Zhou Shihe said gently: "She said, the two rabbits you entrusted her to raise at home were killed by your grandmother to treat guests. She had something to do and wasn't at home, so she couldn't stop it."

Li Heng asked, "Just this one sentence?"

Zhou Shihe said yes.

Li Heng frowned, two rabbits? Could it be that Xiao Han and Zijin met?

Seeing him pondering, Yu Shuheng on the left asked with a half-smile: "Li Heng, are there many breeds of rabbits in the countryside? In terms of taste, is the black rabbit delicious, or is the gray rabbit better?"

Li Heng answered leisurely: "Teacher, do you still remember the illustration in the text 'Waiting for the Rabbit' in the primary school textbook?

The one that took the initiative to hit the stump was a white rabbit. The countryside generally raises white rabbits. This breed has more meat and is old-mouthed."

Hearing "took the initiative to hit the stump," and thinking of the white scarf she gave him, Yu Shuheng's smiling eyes narrowed, and there was no reaction on her face.

For the rest of the time, Li Heng remained relatively silent, cursing his second sister in his heart for being useless, just a wine sack and rice bag. It was agreed that there would be no problems, but it had only been a few days?

Zhou Shihe asked with concern: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Li Heng shook his head, "No, I'm thinking about something, don't worry about me."

Zhou Shihe nodded, took out the book she had prepared earlier, and while putting on makeup, started flipping through it.

After lunch, everyone gathered in the CCTV studio, busy with the final rehearsal work.

This era is not like later generations, and this time is not like the previous few times. It was just going through the process, letting everyone become familiar with the rhythm again, and becoming familiar with the places that had been slightly changed.

With the completion of the final rehearsal work, amidst everyone's anxious waiting and anticipation, the hour hand slowly moved toward 8 PM.

8 PM! This was the time the Spring Festival Gala started.

Heard that choosing this time was particular, because there are 24 time zones in the world, and our Chinese time is the East 8th zone. At 8 PM, it happens to be the same day globally, and Chinese people globally spend the New Year on the same day.

Therefore, in order to let all compatriots watch the Spring Festival Gala on the same day and spend the festival together, CCTV has fixed the start time at 8 PM on New Year's Eve since the first Spring Festival Gala in 1983.

Domestically, most people had finished their New Year's Eve dinner at this point, guarding the TV early, tuning the TV to CCTV or provincial stations, local stations.

Dongtinghu, Song family.

"It's starting! It's starting! Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, Aunt, Dad, Mom, Sister Song Yu, the Spring Festival Gala is starting!."

With a shout from a cousin who had just started the second year of junior high, the seven aunts and eight aunts of the Song family immediately put down the work in their hands, gathered in a large room one after another, and sat around the charcoal fire watching TV.

Little Aunt cracked pumpkin seeds and asked: "Yu Bao, which program is Li Heng?"

Song Yu answered: "The 6th."

Little Uncle said: "Then it will be soon."

Big Aunt joked: "Last time I heard Second Sister say, the young man chasing our Yu Bao looks quite decent. I must take a good look today, what exactly does he look like?"

Second Aunt asked: "Yu Bao, is this Li Heng still pestering you?"

Once this question came out, everyone's gaze gathered, stopping on Song Yu.

Whether it was the couple Song Shi and Jiang Yue, or Grandpa, Grandma, and others, they were all relatively concerned about this question.

The couple Jiang Yue knew more or less about the grievances and hatreds between Li Heng and Chen Zijin and the Chen family, and were a bit worried about Li Heng pestering their daughter.

And others who didn't know the situation were more concerned about the emotional dynamics of the two?

Facing everyone's eyes, it was useless for Song Yu to tell a lie. Because she had received a letter sent by Li Heng a few days ago, and at the same time, there was a New Year package, all of which were New Year gifts he sent.

She opened her mouth reservedly: "We are still good friends now, not at that step yet."

It was this sentence again, the Song family was more or less disappointed.

But the couple Song Shi and Jiang Yue were different. After looking at each other, they suddenly felt a bit worried.

Because from this sentence just now, it could be tasted that the daughter was actually not disgusted by Li Heng's pursuit, and it was even a kind of indulgent and tacit attitude.

Jiang Yue cared most about her daughter, so she usually kept an eye on what her daughter said.

Last time, Yu Bao said "we are just good friends," and this time she added the second half of the sentence "not at that step yet."

What is meant by not at that step yet?

As people who had been through it, how could the couple not understand?

Originally, the New Year was good, the whole family gathered together happily, quite happy. But Jiang Yue's mood was inexplicably blocked. While everyone was chatting and watching the first program, she quietly said to her husband: "The daughter might have been moved."

Song Shi glanced at his daughter, "You mean, Yu Bao might have a good impression of Li Heng?"

Jiang Yue nodded.

Song Shi lit a cigarette, took two deep puffs and said: "Isn't this obvious? Last time Yu Bao accompanied Li Heng to play the flute by Dongtinghu, I saw it. Otherwise, with our Yu Bao's personality, how could she walk so close to a boy."

Jiang Yue shook her head, "I'm not worried about this, I was clear about this last time. I'm worried that my daughter can't resist Li Heng's pestering."

When the words reached here, the couple looked at each other, feeling very tricky about this matter!!!

Stop it?

But the daughter clearly had that guy in her heart. Otherwise, they wouldn't correspond, otherwise, she wouldn't accept the other party's package.

And, the key is that the daughter and the other party hadn't officially gotten together yet, and the reason for stopping wasn't bright.

Don't stop it?

Although this Li Heng was successful and amazing, he wasn't a rule-abiding person. Just afraid that he was entangled with the Chen family's daughter over there, but thinking about dragging the daughter into the water here, how could ordinary parents accept this?

The first program of the Spring Festival Gala was "Paying a New Year Call," sung by Nie Jianhua and others.

The second program was "Storytelling," performed by Liu Lanfang.

The third program was the sketch "Emergency," performed by You Benchang, Zhao Lirong, and others.

The fourth program was the humorous acrobatics "New Year Joy," performed by the Dalian Acrobatic Troupe.

The fifth program was the male solo "Our Motherland Sings of Flower Fragrance," sung by Yan Weiwen.

"Alright! Everyone stop talking! The 6th program is coming soon, the future brother-in-law is about to appear!"

With a shout from the cousin in the second year of junior high, the people in the room stopped chatting, stopped cracking melon seeds, and watched the TV seriously.

Heard that this Li Heng was the great writer December, heard that Li Heng went on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala with an original track. These two identities, whichever one was placed, made everyone present feel incredible. Including Song Shi and Jiang Yue!

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