Ssangmun-dong, a Brazilian rice cake shop.
Gu Yu and the others met to have fried rice cakes and fried chicken after school. As soon as they entered the door, the high-ceiling TV was playing a live stage of a fire truck.
As soon as Gu Yu entered the door, he saw Deshan sitting with his back to him, while Donglong Zhenghuan, who came in first, pretended not to see Deshan.
"Deshan, do you want to eat fried rice cakes with your friends? Boss, give them another fried rice cake, fried chicken, and three bottles of soda."
"Hehe, Brother Gu Yu is the best." When Deshan saw it was Gu Yu, a bright smile immediately appeared on his face.
"Okay, let's play with our friends."
"Gu Yu, why treat her to food? It's a waste."
Gu Yu smiled and turned around to sit with Baby Fish and the others. Deshan glared at Zhenghuan and then at Gu Yu before turning her head. Her two best friends looked at each other with eyes full of gossip.
After several boys finished eating, they left. Gu Yu said hello to Deshan before leaving. When she turned back again, with the corners of her mouth still raised, she met two pairs of eyes full of curiosity.
"Ah, you scared me, why?" Deshan trembled with fright, patted his chest lightly, and asked.
"Deshan, who is that handsome and gentle boy?"
"Brothers from the same alley, what do you want to ask?"
"Are you guys? Where are you?" Zhang Meiyu and Wang Zixian made a gesture of touching their index fingers.
"Ah, how is that possible? We, we are brothers and sisters, okay? Don't make random guesses!" Deshan's face turned red and he hurriedly explained.
"Look at your face, you really have nothing to hide from us." Zhang Meiyu rolled her eyes at Deshan and said disdainfully.
"Is it so obvious? Sigh~" Deshan stopped insisting, patted his face, then thought of something again, and sighed deeply.
"Why are you sighing? Tell us about this boy."
Wang Zixian asked very curiously. Deshan adjusted his mood and told Gu Yu's story.
"It's so pitiful. He lost his parents when he was only 18 years old. He is so strong and manly, he is also careful and he knows how to cook."
Deshan rolled his eyes at the two girls, who were sometimes overflowing with motherly love and sometimes lustful.
"Tell me, does Brother Gu Yu like me?"
"It feels like I'm taking care of you like a sister." The two women thought for a moment and said.
"Oh, that's why I sighed." Deshan sighed again, slightly disappointed.
"However, there are no other girls around him. Do you know your childhood sweethearts? If a girl pursues a boy, you should take the initiative. Gradually he will understand your feelings and maybe we will be together." Wang Zixian came up with an idea.
"Don't, don't, don't. What if he only regards Deshan as his sister? Then it will be self-defeating, and the relationship will not be good and we will become estranged."
Deshan listened to what his best friend was saying and didn't know what to do. He could only let nature take its course and hope for a good opportunity.
Soon, it was time for the school trip, and both boys and girls were excited to hang out together.
Deok-sun, who had always wanted a Walkman, became very enthusiastic when he heard that there would be a stage competition held during this school trip, and the first prize was a Walkman.
Every day, Donglong and the others were invited to practice dancing at Gu Yu's house. Gu Yu was really not interested in this aspect, so he provided a venue.
Gu Yu's science fiction novel "The Martian" also decided to sign a contract with Random House, with an initial purchase price of 15%. The proportion will be adjusted later based on the market, with a minimum of 8% and a maximum of 40%.
And Gu Yu is willing to share part of the film and television adaptation cake with the publishing house. However, the publishing house must do its best to build momentum for Gu Yu and help him win the Locus Award, Hugo Award and Nebula Award.
In fact, the Korean cultural community has heard about this matter, but the novel has not yet been released, and most of them are still waiting to see it. Small media Gu Yu is too lazy to take care of it.
Gu Yu doesn't need that much exposure, what he needs is the throne accumulated from the reputation of awards.
Speaking of Deshan's family, Ichika would be frowning for this study trip, or for the monthly expenses.
Originally, Gu Yu wanted to pay Yihua 250,000 yuan for food every month, so that the Deshan family could lighten the burden. However, Cheng Dongyi and Li Yihua insisted again and again, and finally it became 100,000 yuan, and all of it was spent on Gu Yu On the body.
Their kind character makes Deshan's parents unwilling to take advantage of Gu Yu even though they live in poverty. Moreover, the improvement of three meals a day has made Yihua feel that she owes Gu Yu a lot.
But the most unacceptable thing for Ichika is that when the family expenses are so tight, her husband is still buying useless things. Although it is to help the poor poor, his own family is also poor.
"Potatoes, potatoes, potatoes, is this war time?"
Cheng Dongyi looked at the table full of various dishes made with potatoes. He stuck his chopsticks into the roasted potatoes angrily and got angry at Ichika.
"Isn't it all you?" Ichika looked at her husband angrily.
"Dad, you bought a big box of potatoes yesterday and you said the old lady in front of the station was so pitiful."
Yu Hui whispered in Cheng Dongyi's ear, and Cheng Dongyi smiled awkwardly, "Haha, isn't dad good at acting?"
Ichika stared at her husband with dissatisfaction, looked at the children, and sighed slightly as she thought about Deshan's school trip tomorrow.
After dinner, I took a handful of empty bottles of skin care products and patted the bottom vigorously, hoping to use them again. I glanced at my husband, who had already fallen asleep carelessly, and felt even more depressed.
"Auntie? Auntie? Still not asleep, right?"
At this time, I heard Gu Yu's voice coming from the door and quickly stood up.
"Gu Yu, you're back. What did the editor say?"
Everyone in the Hutong family knew about Gu Yu's novel writing, but Gu Yu didn't go into too much detail. He just said that a publishing house wanted to help him publish it. Even so, Cheng Dongyi and Yihua were already very proud.
"We have agreed that next Monday, my novel will be available simultaneously in Europe, America and Asia."
"Oh, great, great, our Gu Yucheng is a great writer!"
Gu Yu hugged Aunt Yihua happily, and Yihua was also full of excitement, her voice choked with sobs, and she patted Gu Yu's back gently.
After a while, when the two of them calmed down, Gu Yu handed me the handbag he had been holding.
"These are two sets of Amore cosmetics I bought when I came back, and two bottles of red wine. Drinking this is good for uncle's health."
"Gu Yu, why are you buying us things again? Isn't this a waste of money? As long as uncle and aunt know that you have intentions, that's all."
"Auntie, I am sharing my happiness and joy with you. You are my very dear family members." Gu Yu smiled and spoke sincere words, which moved Yihua to tears.
After sending Gu Yu away, Ichika, who was sitting in front of the dressing table, adjusted her emotions, picked up the gift given to her by Gu Yu, and found that in addition to the cosmetics, there was also an envelope.
"Auntie, Deshan is going on a school trip tomorrow. Is uncle helping others again this month? Auntie, I hope you can tell me your family history instead of keeping it in your heart.
Because, after my parents left, I have regarded my uncles and aunts as my closest relatives. Without you, I might still be depressed and don’t know what I would be like. I will be a writer in the future. Please let me feel my efforts. Make the lives of those around you better. "
In addition to Gu Yu's letter, there was a check for 10 million and cash of 100,000 in the envelope. Ichika couldn't help crying again.
Cheng Dongyi also woke up, walked to Yihua, picked up the letter and read it. When he saw the gift and check, his expression was complicated and his eyes were a little moist.
