Hearing He Rong's explanation, He Guanlan was stunned for a moment, wanting to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.

The news He Rong told him today was too shocking.

The reason is that he got the money, because of some small problems of his own, lent the money to others, and then, the work he was doing at the moment did not complete the construction period, and of course he did not get the money.

In this way, he naturally has any money on him.

Sometimes He Guanlan has a lot of complaints about He Rong on his mouth, but when he heard that He Rong was going to play with his classmates, early this morning, after Li Yitian got up, he hid himself for a long time, and took out the few 300 private money, plus what Li Yitian gave this morning, a total of 500.

I only went to play for a day or two, and at Shi Chengdeng's house, a place with no internet, no signal and no shop, the money must be enough.

He Guanlan has a good face and is addicted to alcohol, these are his fatal shortcomings, but his advantages are also obvious. Because of his good face and his addiction to alcohol, no matter how big or small, anywhere, He Guanlan will talk to people about two sentences. Some don't, he will also brag about some, and in the long run, he has formed a kind of eight-sleeved exquisite means, whenever there is a red and white thing in the village, he will invite He Guanlan to deal with one or two.

Once.

Because he lived in a second new house, he needed to greet guests when he moved to a banquet, and He Rong, who had studied in college, was blind to this, he knew how to be polite to people, and he also knew how to communicate with people politely.

Can.

In terms of time operation, how to greet which guests to drink, how to greet which guests to eat, and....... He doesn't know anything about big and small things.

And for these things, He Guanlan is very good at it, and he is like a fish in water.

If He Guanlan had been born a few years earlier, he would have been more bold, relying on the mouth he boasted to outsiders, maybe he could walk in the wind, but it's a pity...... It's a few years late.

He Guanlan, who had ambitions and ideals, and finally went to be knocked down by the mallet of reality, has been curled up in a small village with peace of mind, as his own 'little boss', he has also thought about things that were too far away, but unfortunately, at present, it is too far away for him.

He Guanlan's singing voice is very good, until now, even after smoking for so many years, his singing voice is very good, and He Rong is ashamed of this.

Whether it is He Guanlan or Li Yitian, they sing very well and sing very well.

But......

It's a pity that he sings with He Qingqing, and it can't be said to be unpleasant, but it's definitely not good.

Miraculously, neither of them got the inheritance of their parents, which is also ...... It's more surprising.

Previously.

He Guanlan was drunk, and He Rong had heard him talk about his ideals and aspirations when he was young......

When he was young, his father He Guanlan sang well, and his biggest dream was to become a singer and singer....... But...... Because he is from an authentic rural area, He Guanlan doesn't want to be a singer, where to sign up for singing, how to be a singer, he doesn't know at all, he only knows to follow the voice in the 'amplifier belt' and sing, beyond these things, he is completely confused.

After all, the information of that era was not as developed as it is today, a rural young man who had never seen the world, his dream was to become a singer and singer, which was already remarkable, at least not herding a flock of sheep, giving birth to a child and then herding sheep, herding sheep from generation to generation.

Nor is it.......

In addition to the dreams of singers and singers, He Guanlan also has a dream, that is, to become a writer.

He Guanlan's grades have been very good since he was a child, and he has always been one of the top in the class, at this point, He Rongqing is better than the blue out of the blue, and he also needs some genetics.

According to the normal trajectory of development, He Guanlan has such good grades, if he keeps studying and is admitted to university, if he is right, then he is a clean official, if he is studying, then he is a professor, no matter how bad he is, he is also a national public official, but it is a pity that He Guanlan later came into contact with martial arts novels, and came into contact with the novels of Jinyong and Gu Long.

Since then, my studies have plummeted, not to mention the university entrance examination, and the high school entrance examination has become a problem.

Coupled with the fatal shortcoming of bad gambling, He Guanlan dropped out of school in the second year of junior high school, and at this point, He Qingqing's result was the same as He Guanlan's.

Above.

Hearing He Rong say that he was writing a book, combined with his well-known identity as a famous novelist and martial arts master, all of a sudden, He Guanlan suddenly began to understand.

In addition to enlightenment, there is more of a strange familiarity.

The strangeness lies in the fact that he accepted his fate, and in this life, he should stay in this small village forever, and he is familiar because this is one of his dreams.

Nowadays, it seems too far away.

My son became a writer?

is still a writer like Jinyong and Gu Long, two literary masters.

These thoughts were like a tide, and they struck He Guanlan.

At first, he thought that He Rong had been deceived.

After all, after so many years, the only writers he knows are Jinyong, Gulong, Liang and Sheng.

He Rong would actually become a writer like them, which He Guanlan never imagined.

But.

He saw the money in He Rong's hand, a real more than 1,000 soft girl coins.

My son became a writer.

The son is a writer.

Son.

Writer......

The son, who became a writer, made money. Connecting these information into a string, He Guanlan is still difficult to accept, all this is too dreamy, which makes him feel unreal from the inside out.

"Since you have money, then I can rest assured, when you go to other people's houses to play, don't be like at home, when greeting the elders, be more enthusiastic, and ......"

Big and small, small and thin, He Guanlan, who has always spoken very crisply and concisely in front of He Rong and He Qingqing, chattered for more than ten minutes, "Do you remember what I said?"

"Remember, remember, Dad, I will definitely remember what you said. He Rong smiled.

These words are very smooth to He Guanlan's heart, He Guanlan is in a good mood, maybe he is happy because he knows He Rong's new identity, or he may be sincerely happy to hear that He Rong did not contradict himself.

He Guanlan didn't ask He Rong how much money he could earn a month as a writer, that is, how much he could earn as a writer.......

Seeing He Rong leave, and then slowly put the 500 soft girl coins in his hand back into his wallet, He Guanlan's back was hunched a little, but there was an unprecedented smile on his face.

Son.

My son.

My son He Rong.

My son, Ho Rong, is a writer.

Hey......

He Guanlan rode on the motorcycle and muttered involuntarily.