After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

"It's mainly for the money, it's not that great,"

"You can't say that. It doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white. As long as it catches mice, it's a good cat. At your age, it's already remarkable that you can earn money on your own."

"Keep working hard and strive to publish a book in the future."

"Okay, uncle."

Lu Qingfeng agreed obediently.

"Alright, alright, just eat. You're still trying to lecture me. Eat more."

Liu's mother was busy picking up food for the children.

The guests and hosts enjoy a meal together.

Lu Qingfeng had the most delicious meal since he traveled through time.

It’s not that Liu’s mother’s cooking skills are better than those in the restaurant.

However, the taste of this kind of home-cooked food cannot be made in a restaurant.

After dinner, Liu's father and mother returned to their bedroom, leaving the living room to the four of them.

Lu Qingfeng and a few others sat on the sofa, chatting while waiting for the show to begin.

At the same time, there were many more people sitting in front of the TV.

Chang Tao is 38 years old this year. As the editor-in-chief of "Years of Reasoning", he is definitely a young and promising person.

He is a homebody and doesn't like drinking, so he will try to refuse invitations to drink from his colleagues at the publishing house.

But today I really can't refuse, because a new leader has come in and is trying to build relationships with the heads of several departments.

As the most important department of the publishing house, it is impossible for him not to be present at the editorial department of "Years of Reasoning".

After three rounds of wine and five kinds of dishes, everyone who is drunk wants to go to the second stall.

He took the opportunity to ask for his leave. Everyone knew his character and did not make things difficult for him.

"You're back. I thought you'd be out until midnight."

When he got home, his wife opened the door for him.

"You know me. If it wasn't the new leader's first day, I wouldn't want to go either."

He kissed his wife on the cheek.

Although they have been married for many years, he and his wife have always had a good relationship.

"You reek of alcohol. Go brush your teeth and take a shower."

His wife hit him.

"Where's Lele?" he asked.

"I'm watching TV."

He was a little surprised.

"The brat has changed his ways and no longer asks to play with the tablet."

The wife was also happy to hear this.

"He said a good friend of his in the class has been reading something called 'Children's Literature' lately. One of his favorite writers is going to be on a talk show today, and your son wants to watch it so he can have something to talk about with the writer."

Chang Tao laughed out loud.

"It's a girl, right?"

"No."

When I walked through the porch and into the living room, I saw my son, who was still in elementary school, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, staring at the TV without blinking.

He walked over and sat down, hugging his son.

"What are you looking at, son? Daddy will watch it with you."

The son struggled and shouted.

"Dad, you stink."

"You're already an adult, and you're still messing with him. Go take a shower."

The wife brought over a cup of tea.

Chang Tao took it and took a sip, and his dizzy head felt much better.

Looking at the TV, it was an interview program on the children's channel, with the host and the interviewee sitting opposite each other.

The person being interviewed was a teenager of about seventeen or eighteen years old, of medium build, dressed in sportswear suitable for his age, and full of energy.

His appearance made him unable to help but admire it.

Standing like a jade tree made of orchid and smiling like the bright moon in one's arms, with a pair of bright and lively eyes, her bone structure is top-notch and conforms to the Chinese aesthetic.

The show has been going on for a while.

This kind of program was of no interest to Chang Tao. He was about to take a shower, but the host's next words made him sit back down again.

"I heard that you're not only writing fairy tales, but also creating other types of works. You submitted a science fiction novel to this year's New Concept Writing Competition and won first prize?"

Isn’t the first prize in this year’s New Concept Composition preliminary round the essay “Hey—Come Out”?

This article is now quite famous in the circle, and many people are discussing it.

He also went to see it on purpose.

From his perspective, this is undoubtedly an extremely brilliant article.

The writing is sophisticated and imaginative, and the whole article flows smoothly from beginning to end, yet is meticulously detailed.

From laying the groundwork step by step at the beginning to revealing it all at the end, it makes readers shudder.