When I got home, I met Xia Bai and Ding Hai leaving his house, these boys' homes are not far from her house, and they basically like to be tired of being in their house except for school and sleeping time.

Although Wen Chi is a hanger, among the brothers, he is still quite prestigious, and those teenagers obey him.

Wen Chi, who finished his homework, was still playing games, and when he saw Wen Qiao, he took off his headphones and said, "There is another one in our school with similar symptoms to me." ”

"Really? ptsd？ How did he end up with this disease? ”

"His family seems to have a little money, his father died when he was six or seven years old, and then he fell into the sequelae of traumatic stress, but his family doesn't seem to think it's a disease, his mother is very strict, and no one is allowed to mention to her that her son is sick, doesn't see a doctor, doesn't take medicine."

Wen Qiao was a little worried: "If it goes on like this, something will happen." ”

Wen Chi shrugged: "I think so too." ”

I said in my heart, fortunately they have a good sister.

"How are you doing?"

Wen Chi: "I feel that the medicine works, and I am indeed not as irritable as before." ”

Wen Qiao nodded: "Well, that's good." ”

He touched Wen Mo's head again: "What about you?" ”

Winmer also nodded, meaning that he had been in good form lately.

Wen Qiao has more expectations, Xiao Mo has not spoken for many years, even if he is willing to speak at that time, I am afraid that he will have to overcome many difficulties in speaking.

But as long as the psychological barrier is overcome, the problems in that area are trivial.

Su Yun was busy with dinner, and the family ate around the small table.

She glanced at Wen Qiao and said, "Your uncle's family took out a loan to buy a house." ”

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Dare to love his family and only our family can borrow money?" If we can't borrow from us, we can only borrow from the bank? Popularity is not good. ”

Wen Chi held back a smile.

Su Yun glanced at her: "You girl, you don't forgive people." ”

Wen Qiao shrugged: "Mom, I call it a clear grievance, you have to learn from me, we can't treat everyone equally, you know?" ”

"I can't say you girl, Su Lei's wedding date is set, at the beginning of December, we will go to the wedding together."

Wen Qiao: "Our affectionate uncle invited you?" ”

Su Yun wanted to pinch her face: "Speak well, they told us to go, they intend to associate with us." ”

Wen Qiao snorted lightly, "It's really a response to that sentence, the poor don't ask in the downtown area, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains." ”

"Go, after all, it's a relative, just have a drink and have a personal favor."

Wen Qiao pouted: "Let's talk about it then." ”

-

Xu Lu has to look at the mailbox dozens of times a day, and she is full of confidence, but the longer she waits, the more she will feel unhappy.

After waiting for a week, I received an email from Haimao Records Song Hao.

Her heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she opened the email with some nervousness.

[Thank you for contributing, the current music you made does not fit well with the style of the company's singers, I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future, thank you - Haimao Song Hao. ]

Xu Lu's heart sank suddenly, feeling that she was humiliated by the other party, and she couldn't even look at her songs.

She gritted her teeth a little, it was clear that you didn't know the goods, what didn't fit well, and the record company was not only Haimao, if you didn't accept Haimao, there would naturally be other companies to collect it.

She was unwilling to cast a wide net and invested in the well-known record companies on the market.

Those small companies responded quickly to their emails, but they didn't speak as tactfully as Haimao.

[I'm sorry, your composition level is not very good, our company does not adopt]

[The style is too old, the market won't accept it]

[It's a bit different, the tradition is not traditional enough, the popularity is not popular enough, sorry, our company doesn't need this genre]

Xu Lu almost collapsed.

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