The two of them talked about family and life matters, as well as school matters for about 10 minutes. When the bell for class outside the second night outside rang, Chen Zijin asked, "Is this the bell for class in the second quarter?"

Li Heng said yes.

Chen Zijin recalled: "It was 10 minutes earlier than our school. I almost forgot the class schedule over there for so long."

Without waiting for him to reply, she urged: "Li Heng, you have been delaying for a long time. Let's go to class. Let's talk about this today. I'll write you another day."

"That's it, I'm dead. Take good care of yourself, don't be tired of studying, and wait for me to come to see you during the summer vacation."

"Yeah, OK!"

Although they were thousands of miles apart, the two of them had a close relationship and knew that it was time to end the phone call. After all, many things were too much.

Putting the receiver back, Chen Zijin let out a long sigh. When he raised his head again, he was facing the eyes of the whole family.

Chen Zitong was secretly looking at everyone: Li Heng only greeted his grandfather and father's bodies on the phone, and did not mention the others at all. Is it intentional? Isn't my mother even more angry, right?

Suddenly, the phone number disappeared, and the main room suddenly seemed very dull. Even Chen Zitong, who had always been lively, noticed something was wrong and was so scared that she dared not speak.

But the first thing that could not hold back was the second aunt Chen Xiaohong, who had completely unaware of it in advance. She took the "Harvest" in front of the old man and asked solemnly:

"Zi Jin, was the "Living" written by Li Heng?"

Chen Zijin said proudly: "He said yes."

Chen Xiaohong's conditioned reflex just didn't believe it, "No! How old is Li Heng? Can he write such a great thing?

A colleague of my unit is also reading "Living" today, and even forgot what the leader ordered. He thought the leader would criticize him, but the leader himself was also watching behind closed doors, and he was so obsessed with the work he also forgot about."

Chen Zijin looked at her sister-in-law and made no excuses. She trusted her man and did not need to make any excuses.

Chen Xiaohong looked at her gaze and asked Chen Xiaomi: "Little sister, is that?"

Under the gaze of everyone, especially with the presence of the eldest niece, Chen Xiaomi was very confused and didn't want to admit it.

But thinking about the words on Li Heng's phone just now, "I'll write another book to make you proud". By the way, Chen Xiaomi finally nodded with a tough bullet, "It's him."

Chen Gaoyuan seemed to see the embarrassment of his younger sister, and reached out to take out "Harvest" and flipped it out, exclaiming:

"I heard "Living" very frequently today. I occasionally hear people talking while walking. Dad, have you finished watching it?"

Mr. Chen answered the question irrelevantly, took a sip of tea, stood up, walked towards his room with his hands behind his back, and said casually as he walked:

"There is nothing big outside of life and death. Living is hope. There are infinite possibilities when you live. "Living" is well written. If this work is going to be popular, you should put aside your grudges and take a look."

The old man's words contain philosophy: not only points out the entire essence of the novel "Living", but also tactfully reminds them not to look at people with old eyes and not to look down on the little people today, but to have infinite possibilities for living people.

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