When Xuebao returned home from his prenatal check-up smoothly, Brother Dazhi had already prepared a sumptuous dinner.
"The great hero has returned home?"
Brother Dazhi took off his apron and came forward with a smile on his face.
"Dad, don't do this..." Xuebao touched his belly arrogantly. "Not yet born."
"It's a matter of time." Brother Dazhi grinned from ear to ear and hurriedly arranged for Xuebao to be served on the table. "Come and try dad's cooking. It's no worse than your brother Zhang."
"My brother Zhang can only cook a few home-cooked dishes, but he can't serve at the main table." Xue Baola is very good at cooking.
Brother Dazhi glanced at Brother Zhang contemptuously and went to the table to eat.
After eating and drinking, Brother Dazhi got up and put away the dishes, while Xuebao went upstairs to rest with Brother Zhang serving him.
But as soon as he went upstairs, Xuebao complained a little: "Brother Zhang, I just set up the stage for you several times, why don't you ask dad?"
"What are you asking?" Brother Zhang frowned.
"Your cell phone was smashed in the hospital today. Isn't it because dad was in trouble at the Third Hospital?" Xuebao glared at Brother Zhang. "If dad doesn't tell me, why can't you take the initiative to ask?"
Zhang Ruoyu took a deep look at Xuebao and said with a smile: "He is my father, but I am not his father. If he doesn't want to say it, can I still suppress him with the majesty of a loving father?"
Han Jiangxue had long been aware of the subtle atmosphere at the dinner table.
My father-in-law avoided talking, and Brother Zhang didn’t take the initiative to ask.
Even Queen Ma seems to be controlling her facial expressions.
Everything is weird.
As the daughter-in-law of Huizhi Lanxin, Xuebao hopes that she can provide some positive emotional value to the family.
"Brother Zhang, you're not usually like this." Xuebao said thoughtfully. "Do you know something and deliberately hide it from me?"
"I've hidden a lot from you..."
Brother Zhang opened his mouth, but before Xuebao's dragon hand could reach over, he immediately explained: "As a man, you have to face some things by yourself, just like you don't tell Yingzi everything, right?"
"I don't want to say anything to her." Han Jiangxue raised her eyebrows.
Mother and daughter don't have that kind of friendship either.
"Look." Zhang Ruoyu looked aggrieved. "He's not willing to tell me everything."
"What if father-in-law encounters a difficult obstacle?" Xuebao looked worried.
"It's not like he hasn't encountered him before." Zhang Ruoyu subconsciously took out the cigarette case and stuffed it back into his pocket.
"He wasn't my dad before." Xuebao's red lips parted slightly, rubbing his belly. "He is now my child's grandfather, which is different."
Zhang Ruoyu's dark eyes were filled with soft color, and he touched Xuebao's belly: "Don't worry, I'm here."
"Just because I don't ask doesn't mean I don't know anything."
Hearing this, Xuebao became even more worried: "Zhang Xiangbei is not omnipotent."
Zhang Ruoyu frowned, glanced at his wife who looked worried, and said firmly: "But Zhang Xiangbei will definitely be able to protect his family."
…
Queen Ma’s exclusive game room.
She was sitting cross-legged on a chair, with a cigarette in her mouth, cursing and playing games, and she was very excited.
Brother Dazhi stood aside, serving tea and water, and occasionally had to help Queen Ma, who was unable to do so, light a cigarette.
Live like a servant.
The game ends with a total collapse.
Queen Ma smashed the keyboard and cursed: "It's so unlucky for people to have cold water stuck in their teeth!"
Brother Dazhi didn't try to persuade her, but he also knew that the eighth woman was criticizing Huaiwei, so he had to endure it.
"Have you considered it?" Queen Ma turned her chair and looked at Brother Dazhi. "Really want to do it?"
"After waiting for twenty years, there is no reason not to do it." Brother Dazhi grinned. "Besides, Xuebao is finally pregnant, and I feel at ease."
"You asked your son for a certain errand to attract the attention of those people? Do you want them to take the initiative to find you?" Queen Ma realized later and guessed Brother Dazhi's intentions.
"It doesn't count." Brother Dazhi shook his head and shrugged. "I have indeed thought about being addicted to officialdom."
Queen Ma looked at the man deeply, and after a long sigh, "If you miss, go ahead and don't hurt my son, otherwise I will never be done with you!"
Brother Dazhi stared at Queen Ma with clear eyes: "I can definitely hold it in, and you must hold on when you look back. After saying goodbye, you ran to hug your son's lap."
"He has not yet experienced the happy life of a family of three."
"You must dare to tip off the news." Brother Dazhi lit a cigarette and said in a deep voice. "I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."
Queen Ma was shaking with anger.
I've just lived a good life, and I'm about to have a grandson. What happened?
But Queen Ma complained, but she didn't stop Brother Dazhi.
After waiting for half a lifetime, I finally have this opportunity. Even if the King of Heaven comes, I will never stop Brother Dazhi.
"It's just a pity." Brother Dazhi sat next to Queen Ma, plucked at her thick hair and picked out a few white hairs. "Xue Bao is pregnant with a big fat girl."
"I lied to you." Queen Ma frowned after feeling the pain. "Xue Bao secretly told me that he had a handle."
"Fuck." Brother Dazhi cursed loudly, at the top of his lungs. "Oleaf is awesome!"
In excitement, he pulled a few strands of Queen Ma's black hair, causing the latter to grimace in pain.
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PS: I would like to report to you the recent situation, which is also the real reason for the recent instability of updates. I have experienced severe rejection in my creation. As soon as I sit in front of the computer, I feel extremely uncomfortable mentally. In fact, this state has lasted for some time. It has been a long time. I have been overcoming it and forcing myself to work hard to adjust. I didn’t want to admit it before because I felt that as a veteran who has been writing for more than ten years, I should be able to digest this emotion on my own. But now I find that I I have overestimated myself. The current state is no longer just a waste of energy and brain, it has even affected my living conditions. I have nightmares while sleeping, am depressed, and my creative enthusiasm has plummeted. My requirement for this book has always been that it should be updated every day, contain content, and try my best to maintain a positive and optimistic style. But now even I am not happy when I am writing, and it is difficult for me to ensure that the content is positive.
PS2: I’d like to make a digression with you. In fact, I am a seasoned internet writer who is still persevering. There are not many writers who can still persevere. A large number of people born in 1995 and 00 have become the mainstream of online writing. As a person in the late 1980s, Uncle, my biggest wish in writing this book is to keep up with the market and not be eliminated. I hope I can leave on my own, but I don’t want to be kicked out of the market. At present, many of the copyrights of this book have been sold. There are four versions of the short play, and multi-person audio should also be in the works. I am actually very excited and happy to write this book, watching so many interesting characters come to life. Yes, I enjoy it and am very happy. It's like falling in love for the first time. I can't describe the feeling.
But I currently have serious creative problems, including psychological, ideological, and even the direction of the subsequent plot. I want to stop and think about it. I have no direction. I like Brother Zhang, I like Xuebao, and I like every lovely character in the book, including Brother Jianjian, who only got his name after writing more than one million words. Those were all new ideas that I had never tried.
I am a very optimistic and happy person who never takes things to heart. But if I fail to finish a chapter of this book, I will basically have nightmares, and I will be very stressed in my dreams. This kind of high-pressure working state is fine if I can create content smoothly, but I am stressed during the day. But if I don’t create good content, I will be tense all day long.
I'm afraid that if I force myself to open my business again, my heart, as powerful as the Hulk, will collapse.
PS3: Finally, let me tell you a digression. I clearly remember that when Brother Zhang and Xuebao met each other for the first time in Longqian Villa, an old reader joked with me. After seeing this, he personally felt that it was over. Of course I know that as an urban novel, the earlier the better, this kind of scene between the male and female protagonists is a thought and a business technique. But I didn't delay. At many key plot points, I tried my best to satisfy everyone's most desired result at the time. And this kind of "childish", "impulsive" and "reckless" approach has caused a lot of trouble for my own creation. My brain is always thinking about more possible plots. What used to be a 30,000-word plot has now been completed in 10,000 words. This kind of high-frequency creation makes me overwhelmed...
But at this point, I made peace with myself. Readers leave this book at any point, such as when they first meet and leave at Longqian Villa. I believe that everyone must have left with a smile, and Brother Zhang and Xuebao must have gone through a rather interesting experience with everyone.
Okay, today I am going to Chongqing with my wife, children, and parents for a few days. I want to change my mind. I want to go out without thinking. I can bring a computer. Maybe in another city, my creative passion will come back. After all, Chongqing is so hot.
I wish you all well and everything goes well.
