Chapter 70

Hearing that his dad was arrested, Qi Delong couldn't help but be happy. At least no one would beat him anymore!

However, he soon worried again. Wouldn't his classmates call him the hooligan's son from now on? That sounded too bad!

After a joy and a sorrow, he couldn't help but think, did his dad like Teacher Hu because he acted like a hooligan to her? Then would Teacher Hu be his stepmother in the future?

Thinking about it, it was a good thing, because he also liked Teacher Hu very much. Teacher Hu was especially gentle and beautiful, and the key was that she was patient with him, unlike other teachers who would find his dad to beat him at every turn.

Wei Ming let Xiao Hong accompany her mother to prepare lunch, and he and Lao Lao Lao Wei took Qi Delong to see what was going on. The kid didn't want to go.

"You have to go, this has to do with you." Lao Lao Lao Wei said.

Wei Ming also enlightened him: "Long, if you want your dad not to beat you, this is a good opportunity."

"Ah, really?"

When they arrived, there were quite a few people outside Qi Kexiu's house, including the militia company commander and the public security officer, while the women's director was comforting the traumatized little Teacher Hu.

In fact, Qi Kexiu hadn't been captured yet. He was firmly defending his position in the toilet, and if anyone wanted to rush in, he would shout: I'm going to throw shit outside!

Relying on this method, Zhao Chunlai and the others couldn't break in for a long time, but he wasn't worried: "Qi Kexiu will come out when he's hungry. He can't eat shit, can he."

Qi Kexiu: "Don't force me, I can do anything!"

At this time, Wei Jiefang's trio had already gathered around, and Lao Lao Lao Wei even asked the women's director curiously about little Teacher Hu in her arms: "Did Qi Kexiu really not wear anything at all? He doesn't do farm work usually, is he especially white?"

Teacher Hu was almost coaxed, but hearing this, she started crying again. However, one had to say, he was indeed white.

Seeing Wei Jiefang come, Zhao Chunlai hummed: "Wei Jiefang, you're talking about others, your own matter hasn't been solved yet!"

Wei Jiefang: "I didn't act like a hooligan, did I?"

Zhao Chunlai: "Talking about your using public office for private gain."

"Using public office for private gain?" Wei Jiefang was stunned for a moment, "Oh, you mean that donkey cart?"

"Yes! Tell me, did you use the brigade's donkey cart to take the children out to play!"

Wei Jiefang gave a contemptuous smile, and then winked at his son. To deal with this kid Zhao Chunlai, he didn't need to make a move himself at all. My son is enough.

"Everyone, be quiet, can you listen to me for two sentences." Wei Ming stood in the center of the courtyard. He wasn't an ordinary person now; he was the only writer born in Gouzi Village in five thousand years.

His voice made the whole scene silent, giving him quite a lot of face. The Old Secretary would probably have the same effect if he came.

Wei Ming continued: "This morning, my father and I found a note at our door, written by my cousin Qi Delong. He said he was beaten by his dad yesterday and wanted to run away from home and never come back. My father and I thought this wouldn't do. Children are the flowers of the motherland and the future of our Gouzi Village! Then one of us rode a motorcycle, one drove a donkey cart, and we also brought my sister, dividing into two paths, and didn't stop until we found this child at the Chengguan Town market. Guess what happened? This child brought all his dad's clothes."

Saying this, Wei Ming opened the bundle, making everyone laugh.

"Damn it, it was you kid!" Qi Kexiu, who was in the toilet, cursed angrily. The surrounding villagers were happy.

Wei Ming added: "So Qi Kexiu wasn't acting like a hooligan, he was just holding it in badly, but he didn't have any clothes on him, so he went to the toilet naked in his own house, and then accidentally offended Teacher Hu's eyes. This wasn't anyone's fault. Everyone, am I right?"

"Right!"

Now Wei Ming's words had a lot of gold content. He first took off Qi Kexiu's hooligan hat and also gave Lao Lao Lao Wei legitimacy for using the donkey cart, blocking both ends and making Zhao Chunlai unable to speak.

Then Wei Ming walked to the toilet door: "Uncle, Zheng Xiaolong was indeed wrong today, but as a teacher, are you in the right for beating a child?"

"I..."

Wei Ming shook his clothes at the door.

Qi Kexiu thought about how he was still naked and could only swallow his grievances: "Yes, it was my fault. I shouldn't have been so irritable, I should have reasoned with him."

"Then will you beat Zheng Xiaolong in the future?"

"I won't beat him, I won't beat him anymore."

Wei Ming: "That's good. Everyone is here, and you are all witnesses. Zheng Xiaolong, what will you do if your dad beats you again?"

Qi Delong: "I'll take his clothes again!"

"Hahaha!"

Qi Kexiu was so angry that his head was smoking, feeling that he would be pinched by this kid in the future. No, I'll wear clothes to sleep from now on!

Wei Jiefang said: "Alright, father and son have reconciled, everyone disperse!"

Wei Ming handed over the clothes, and Qi Delong dragged him away, leaving only Wei Jiefang to clean up.

After the people had almost left, Fan Chunhua rushed back in a hurry.

"Big brother, did that bastard Qi Kexiu act like a hooligan!"

"No, no, he just didn't wear clothes in front of another woman." Wei Jiefang said.

"What!" Fan Chunhua was furious. Seeing Qi Kexiu come out of the toilet dressed, she waved an iron shovel and slapped him.

Seeing Qi Kexiu dodge, Wei Jiefang felt relieved and wandered home to eat chicken.

After lunch, Qi Delong decided to go to school to avoid the limelight, but his dad also went to school to avoid the limelight. At this moment, enemies met, and their eyes were especially red.

As for whether they fought, Wei Ming didn't know. He was currently talking to his mother about returning to Sichuan-Chongqing.

Hearing this, Xu Shufen couldn't help but have her eyes turn red again.

"Is this really okay? I don't even know where they are." Xu Shufen felt a sense of powerlessness.

!

At first, she didn't even know many characters. It was after marriage that Wei Jiefang patiently taught her to read and write, and encouraged her to write to her family. But after writing for so many years, there wasn't a single reply.

She guessed that her parents might have passed away, so she just thought that perhaps her siblings were still alive, but she didn't know where they were now.

Lao Lao Lao Wei hurriedly hugged his wife's shoulder, it was his turn to perform: "If we can't find them, we'll ask around. Anyway, there's no work in the village in winter, I'll accompany you back."

Wei Hong: "Mom, I'm going too!"

She had heard her mother say since she was a child that in that place, she could often see giant pandas! That was a giant panda!

Wei Ming laughed: "Then it's settled. When the winter vacation comes, there's nothing to do at school, and it's convenient to ask for leave."

It's just that if the whole family is mobilized, the cost of this trip won't be small. Wei Ming felt he had to work harder to make money.

So after lunch and a short rest, he started to continue creating "The Story of the Heavenly Book," which was a novella. Currently, it had just started, and the egg hadn't even been born yet.

Although she knew her big brother was leaving tomorrow and really wanted to talk to him, seeing him start working, the younger sister obediently went to her parents' room to do her homework.

When Wei Ming came out to stroll, Wei Hong said: "Brother, you can even write poetry! And write it so well!"

She finally discovered "Ideal" signed "Wei Ming" in "Weiming Lake" and the school newspaper.

Wei Ming smiled: "More skills don't weigh you down. Fairy tales, poetry, novels, maybe I'll write scripts in the future."

Wei Hong knew her brother was writing a fairy tale, but she felt she was past the age of reading fairy tales, so she wasn't very interested, so she cared more about the novel.

Wei Hong said: "When 'Yanjing Literature and Art' comes out, I should be at school. I'll see if I can buy it in the county town then."

Wei Ming: "If you can't buy it, write to me and I'll send you a copy."

"Okay! Brother, what novel do you plan to write next?" Wei Hong asked with concern.

Wei Ming shook his head: "Haven't thought about it yet."

Wei Hong said: "I think the story of our family is quite interesting. Our great-grandfather can be said to be an old hero, right? And grandfather and his brothers, although they are brothers of the same flesh and blood, they have their own positions. Maybe they were opponents on the battlefield. It's a story with a lot of conflict."

Wei Hong was worthy of being the top student in Pingan County. Although Chinese wasn't her strong subject, she had quite a lot of insights into writing.

Wei Ming's heart moved, and then he said: "If I want to write it, this background might be a bit grand, and the modern history research work to be done is also very complicated. At the very least, it's a medium-to-long novel."

A novella the length of a film adaptation script was Wei Ming's comfort zone, but he always wanted to challenge long novels, or even super-long novels.

As a writer, who doesn't hope that when they die, they can have a book in their coffin to use as a pillow.

"Xiao Hong's suggestion is very good. Do you have any other ideas?" Although Wei Ming now focused on novellas that were effective quickly, he still encouraged his sister.

Xiao Hong couldn't think of anything for the time being, but Lao Lao Lao Wei had something to say: "Son, do you think you can write a novel about the love story between your mother and me?"

(End of chapter)