Memory inheritor

Chapter 211 Time

Chapter 211 Time (Part 1)

Wei Guangzhi usually doesn't argue with his wife; he admits he's no match for Teacher Zhou in a verbal battle. However, after a few drinks, they found themselves talking more, and the couple began to engage in a lively back-and-forth.

Wei Hongbo and Wei Hongsi ate while watching the play; this family recipe dish was often more appetizing than the other dishes on the table.

However, after the elderly couple talked for a while, the topic suddenly shifted to Wei Hongsi.

Wei Guangzhi slurped down his glass, then stopped talking to his wife and asked his youngest son, "Now that you're working, shouldn't you be looking for someone?"

Wei Hongsi said, "I'm still two months shy of 24, what's the rush? Besides, I need to continue studying while I'm working."

Zhou Jing said, "Your dad is right. If you find a reliable girl and date her for a couple of years, it's not too early."

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Wei Hongsi realized that his father was trying to shift the blame, and said, "My brother is already in his thirties and he just got married. Why are you all pressuring me?"

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Zhou Jing said, "It's precisely because your brother is so late that you need to hurry!"

Wei Hongbo quickly replied, "If I had gotten married earlier, you wouldn't have retired yet, and you wouldn't have had time to help me take care of the children."

Zhou Jing snorted and said, "It's not like you're thinking of us. But we're all retired now, Hongsi, you don't need to worry about that!"

Wei Hongsi said, "You should help my brother first, and we'll talk about it after I finish my doctorate."

Wei Guangzhi finished another glass of wine, put down the glass, and asked, "How many years do you plan to study? I heard that these days, it often takes seven or eight years to graduate with a doctorate."

Wei Hongsi quickly said, "I won't be that bad off. Three years should be about right."

Wei Guangzhi nodded: "That's alright. It's definitely taking up a lot of your energy to work and study at the same time, so you can put finding a partner on hold for now."

Zhou Jing felt that her husband's words made sense. Three years later, Wei Hongsi was twenty-seven, which was not too late, so she asked about Wei Hongbo's situation again.

Wei Hongbo's wife, Guan Shan, is also a teacher. During her summer vacation, she was resting at her parents' home to prepare for childbirth.

Zhou Jing couldn't help but criticize Wei Hongbo a few more times, complaining that he was too busy with work and couldn't even take care of his wife.

Wei Hongbo glanced at his younger brother, knowing that all this busyness was because of him. He said to his mother, "Once I finish this case, my superiors plan to transfer me to the street police station for a while."

Zhou Jing asked, "Will it be any better than it is now? I heard that the street police station is always dealing with endless trivial matters, they must be very busy, right?"

Wei Hongbo said, "It will be better than it is now, and I can basically go to get off work and leave work normally."

Zhou Jing nodded: "Hmm, that's alright."

Wei Guangzhi said, "What do you know? Hongbo is getting promoted. He'll spend a few years training as a leader at the grassroots level, and when he comes back to the brigade, he'll at least be a deputy brigade leader. It's a rare opportunity!"

Zhou Jing said, "What's the point of being a leader? As long as we can make a good living, that's all that matters."

Wei Guangzhi said, "You have absolutely no sense of responsibility as a teacher."

Zhou Jing immediately retorted, "You think you're the only one with any sense?"

Hearing their parents resume their conversation, the two brothers couldn't help but smile at each other.

Wei Hongsi had almost finished eating. Seeing that his family was still chatting, he took out his phone and checked on Zhang Shuqiu's situation.

Seeing that the latest chapter of her book, "Top Heiress, Ruling a Trillion-Dollar Empire," had been released not long ago, I clicked on it to take a look.

Immediately, a prompt appeared on the app, requiring users to register as full members to read the content. After registering, Wei Hongsi was prompted to pay again, so he deposited some money into his account.

I quickly finished reading the newly updated chapter. It seemed that Zhang Shuqiu was in a relatively normal state. At the end of the chapter, he even claimed that he would update ten times today. More than a dozen readers left comments praising him, and quite a few gave him likes.

It seems to be quite popular. But after writing ten chapters, she'll probably have to stay up all night. Will she still have the energy tomorrow morning?

Wei Hongsi hesitated. He wondered if Zhang Shuqiu would still agree to meet him now. After all, he had made the promise to her readers, and not keeping it might affect her popularity.

As he was thinking, he saw that the author had updated another chapter, so he clicked to take a look.

This chapter describes a down-on-his-luck online writer who, in despair, prepares to slit his wrists, but the female protagonist appears just in time to prevent the tragedy.

Wei Hongsi hadn't read the first few hundred thousand words of the book, so he couldn't tell whether this plot point was foreshadowed or added later, but he felt that the details described had some resemblance to Zhang Shuqiu's family.

This reminded him of the prophecies about death in "The Story of Time," and he felt uneasy. He sent Zhang Shuqiu a message: "Are you really going to work ten hours tonight?"

Zhang Shuqiu quickly replied, "Wow, you're really reading my book?"

"Yeah, are you planning to write all night?"

"One all-nighter isn't enough; I estimate I'll have to write until after nine in the morning."

"You're working so hard? I was planning to see you tomorrow morning before heading back to Yuecheng."

"Oh, isn't that perfect? ​​After I finish writing, we'll have a meal, then you go back to Yuecheng, and I'll go to sleep."

"Okay, it's settled then. I'll come find you around ten o'clock."

"it is good."

Seeing Wei Hongsi engrossed in his phone and silent for a long time, Zhou Jing said to him, "Don't play on your phone while eating. How did you develop this habit?"

Wei Hongsi put his phone on the table and said, "Let me take a look at Zhang Shuqiu's novel."

"Oh, that girl does have some talent for writing novels." Zhou Jing nodded. "The fact that she's been able to support herself through writing these past few years is thanks to the foundation she built during her school years."

Wei Hongsi's mind raced, and he asked, "Mom, have you read Zhang Shuqiu's essays from her school days?"

Zhou Jing said, "I've seen quite a few. I won't go into her elementary school writing, but her writing skills improved significantly after she entered middle school, especially in her first year of high school, when she wrote really good articles."

Wei Hongsi then asked, "How do you compare to me?"

Zhou Jing gave him a disdainful look and said, "Your essays are all written in a way that's just to get a high score. They're nothing but a cheat sheet. Xiao Qiu's essays may not get a high score, but they're very clever."

Wei Hongsi couldn't help but glance at his older brother.

Wei Hongbo listened intently and asked, "Xiao Qiu is in her first year of high school, so she's about sixteen or seventeen, right?"

Zhou Jing said, "Is that even a question? How old were you when you were in your first year of high school?"

Wei Hongsi said, "Mom, do you think Zhang Shuqiu's essays from junior high and her first year of high school are completely different?"

Zhou Jing said, "Of course, the progress is particularly obvious."

Wei Hongsi further emphasized, "I'm referring to her writing style. Has there been any noticeable change?"

Zhou Jing said, "Of course there is. I asked her, and she read a lot during that period. You were far behind her in that respect when you were in high school. When you're learning to write, you'll definitely learn from the strengths of other writers; your style can't stay the same forever."

Wei Hongsi nodded slowly.

It seems Zhang Shuqiu must have activated memory fusion during her first year of high school. I wonder if I can ask her directly when we meet tomorrow and she'll be able to tell me anything. Or maybe if I can retrieve memories from that period, I can find some useful clues.

After finishing his last glass of wine, Wei Guangzhi asked, "What novel is Xiao Qiu writing? Send it to me, I want to take a look."

Wei Hongsi said, "That's written for young girls. I think you shouldn't read it, Dad."

Zhou Jing asked, "Do you think her writing is bad?"

Wei Hongsi said, "This can't be judged by whether it's good or bad; it depends on whether anyone is willing to pay to watch it."

Zhou Jing was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "That's a bit of a pity."

Wei Hongsi said, "People rely on this to support themselves, what's there to regret? It's just a job."

"That makes sense." Zhou Jing sighed softly. "Alright, everyone's finished eating. Let's clean up."

Wei Hongbo was in charge of washing the dishes, while Wei Hongsi helped carry the plates and bowls.

Once inside the kitchen, Wei Hongsi asked, "Brother, have you made arrangements for Zhang Shuqiu's family?"

Wei Hongbo said, "I've arranged everything after you called me. Is there a problem?"

Wei Hongsi said, "You can pay attention to the novel she's currently writing. I think the content might reflect some of her thoughts. If she updates it every day, you can treat it like a diary."

"Okay, I got it. Is her book good?"

"Well, you can't really say that. Her potential readership probably doesn't include you. Just treat this as work."

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