It was already late when he got home, and Zhang Ruofan, who was immersed in his own world, didn't notice his parents' worried eyes at all, and hastily ate dinner and went into his room. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Lao Zhang, is there something wrong with you looking at the child?"

Lin Wanru asked her husband Zhang Quanshan while cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

Zhang Quanshan, who was sitting on the sofa, lit a cigarette, looked at the closed door of his son's room, and said, "It's a little strange, he didn't turn on the TV today." ”

"It's not all." Lin Wanru put down the dishes and chopsticks in her hand, sat down next to her husband, and said, "Do you know what he said to me when he went out today?" ”

"What did you say?" Extinguishing the cigarette in his hand, Zhang Quanshan turned on the TV.

"He told me that he had grown up and would never let me worry about it again, and he took the initiative to go to the city library."

"Oh? Went to the library? Zhang Quanshan came to a little spirit, his son rarely had a day off, did not go to the Internet café, but went to the library, which made him seem to be in a dream, you know, for this kid to skip class and secretly go to the Internet café He was invited to school by the teacher more than once, "Is it really a change of sex?" ”

"It would be nice if it really was, I'm afraid that this kid is about to take the college entrance examination, and suddenly the pressure is too great, and something is wrong with his brain." After speaking, he pointed to his head.

"I can't."

"What if?" Lin Wanru was still not at ease.

"Look at it for two more days, if it's still like this, I'll talk to him." After speaking, he took his briefcase, took out the manuscript inside, put on reading glasses and flipped through it carefully.

Seeing her husband's behavior, Lin Wanru was a little angry, "I know that looking at your broken manuscript, your son is like this, you are still in the mood to read it, just the sales of your broken magazine, and you still take him as a treasure." ”

"Like a comrade, you can't say that, yes! Our children's magazines don't sell well, but it makes sense. Holding his reading glasses, Zhang Quanshan said with a serious face.

"What's the point?"

"At the big level, it is called supporting the national cultural and entertainment policy, and at the small level, it is called cultivating the flowers of the motherland and establishing a correct world view." Zhang Quanshan replied proudly.

"Hmph, the flowers of the motherland, to put it nicely, the flowers in the room are about to fail, you should hurry up and water them." After speaking, he picked up the dishes and chopsticks on the table and went straight to the kitchen, leaving a back.

Holding his reading glasses, bowing his head slightly, looking in the direction of the kitchen, and then looking at his son's room, Zhang Quanshan shook his head and continued to read his manuscript.

Zhang Ruofan did not rest in the room, but lay on the table to write and draw, since he has crossed over, and has become one with his mobile phone, he can no longer be as muddy as before, and in this world country vigorously encourages the development of culture and entertainment, and the pirated cottages are all gone, if he doesn't seize this opportunity again, it will be a waste of God to let himself pass through.

The most important thing is that he wants to change the living environment of his parents, another world is just an IT man of a third-rate company, saying that he is engaged in the IT industry, in fact, what he does is to break the ring of online games, write the work of plug-ins, not to mention the salary is not guaranteed, and always beware of the police raids, so life is very unstable, which is why he has not gone home for several years, he really has no face to go back, he is also an IT high-achieving student who graduated from a famous university, and according to reason, he should get an annual salary of hundreds of thousands, which is his original dream, But when I stepped into society, I realized the cruelty of reality, I didn't get an annual salary of hundreds of thousands, and even the monthly salary was just enough for a person's living needs.

Thinking about the materials he read in the library in the afternoon, lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, Zhang Ruofan began to think about how he should earn the first pot of gold, and after thinking for a long time, he didn't figure out an idea, but wanted to go to the toilet, and as soon as he opened the door, he heard his father calling someone.

“…… Yunxing, 2,000 words is really the highest price that our magazine can give...... What the? Is that a small price? …… Feed! Feed? ”

Zhang Quanshan silently put down the phone, leaned his head back on the sofa and felt a deep sense of powerlessness, the columnist 'Yunxing' who originally wrote fairy tales under his own hands had jumped ship, and he saw that there were still two days before the new issue was issued, but the fairy tales he was responsible for had not yet been settled, which made him anxious and a little angry at the same time.

Flipping through the phone book in his hand, intending to see if there was still the fairy tale writer who could save him, a voice interrupted him.

"Dad, I haven't slept yet."

Zhang Ruofan's embarrassment of his father was in his eyes, he found out for the first time that his father still had such a side, he never said anything about work at home before, he only knew that he was an editor, with a decent income, and handed over his salary to his mother on time every month, he enjoyed his pocket money with peace of mind, but he never thought that it was not easy for his father, working so late, and begging people everywhere.

At this moment, he didn't know how to think of Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Father", which was as great as it was, but so ordinary, but when he really understood as a child, his father was no longer young and strong, and when he was wronged when he was a child, his father always patted his chest and told himself, don't be afraid, everything has him, what about when he grows up? is still working for this family, still running around for his children, Zhang Ruofan wants to cry a little.

The appearance of his son made Zhang Quanshan panic for a moment, and he hurriedly put the phone book in his hand into his briefcase, and then replied, "Son, why are you up?" ”

Zhang Ruofan didn't say that he was thinking about things, and blurted out: "Get up and go to the toilet." ”

"Then go to sleep." With a wave of his hand, Zhang Quanshan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good!" After answering, Zhang Ruofan finished going to the toilet and found that his father was still frowning, thinking about his thoughts, he didn't want to disturb the other party, but in the end he couldn't help it, "Dad, rest early, there is nothing that can't be overcome." ”

"Hmm." Zhang Quanshan subconsciously responded, and then realized that what his son said was different from usual, and he was a little moved, "Son, it's almost time for the college entrance examination, don't put too much pressure on you, it's a big deal, let's do it again next year." ”

"Hmm."

After a brief silence, father and son looked at each other and smiled.

Back in the room, Zhang Ruofan couldn't sleep when he was lying on the bed, his head was full of his father's sad look, and after a while he patted his head, "What's wrong with me?" Isn't it just a fairy tale, I can write it myself. ”

After figuring it out, he can finally rest, and he knows his father's mailbox, and he plans to go to the Internet café after school tomorrow night to write a fairy tale and send it to his father's mailbox.

In the dead of night, Zhang Ruofan fell asleep with a smile......