He carefully put the letter away in his backpack, waiting for the chance to place it with other letters written by the three.
In one’s life, you see many landscapes and many people. So landscapes can only be seen once, and so people can only be t once. This is inevitable.
But if you like, you can see landscapes multiple tis, and et people several tis. It’s great, he’s made another friend.
As for Xu Yuezhen, everyone only t her once, but this girl left a very deep impression on him.
She’s not like Jiang Yu with her tragic resilience, nor like Jiang ngting with her scummy sudden repentance. Xu Yuezhen is more about regrets.
Compared to the other two won, she has an impressive education background and a more sensitive character. The death of the three seed to be a knot in her heart, a beam of light shining into her heart.
Even though it’s uncertain when she’ll let go, seeing her getting better and better, Su Qing was genuinely happy for her, and agreed with what she said. They... were already friends.
Another person, after the three, has integrated into their little circle.
The sound of fireworks outside was incessant, tapering off only after one in the morning, and he finally received a call from Shen Yi.
"Hey little brother, have you been anxiously waiting? Missing your big sister?"
Lying on the bed, listening to Shen Yi’s voice over the phone, Su Qing couldn’t help but smile: "I did, is there a reward?"
"Of course, but shouldn’t you first offer a new year greeting to your sister?"
"Alright then, shall I bow to you? My dad asked to, and I didn’t. Isn’t that aningful enough?"
"Get out of here, quickly wish your sister a happy new year!"
"Alright, this is the first ti I’m saying happy new year to you. May every year from now on be like this, until we can embrace and sleep on New Year’s. Happy New Year, little... Aunty!" Su Qing laughed.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yi, far away in Anhai City, couldn’t help but shiver, goosebumps rising on her skin: "Eww~~~ that’s so cheesy! But... big sister likes it haha. By the way, Su He sent a video. You were hugging a bucket of cooking oil? The way you carried an oil drum was hilarious, hahaha!"
Hearing this, Su Qing, who had been acting all sentintal, imdiately broke character. He only felt like he was marching ever farther down the road to social death.
Not to ntion, he went out running earlier in the night, and probably half the neighborhood knew. By tomorrow, once everyone exchanged news, he guaranteed nearly everyone would know he held a cooking oil bucket this year.
The only good news was that when he returned, he heard the occasional cries from similarly unlucky kids in the neighborhood apparently being chased out by their parents. Though his social embarrassnt was severe, it was more acceptable as long as he wasn’t the only one.
"I was forced to!"
"You’re still talking? My mom almost made do it too. Luckily, your big sister ran fast. Oh, here’s so good news, I told my parents about us, and they... are quite happy with you."
"Really?"
"Of course, I said lots of good things about you. Have you thought about how you’re going to thank ?"
"Hmm... does feeding you well count?"
"Pfft~ pervert!"
Shen Yi’s family agreeing so quickly made him quite happy. After all, many relationships beco difficult, even end, because of parental interference. The smoother things are, the better.
Then the two chatted for over half an hour over the phone until they were too sleepy to continue.
Next morning.
"Su He! Su He! Co out, open the door. If I don’t beat you up today, my surna is yours!"
At eight in the morning, Su Qing stood at Su He’s bedroom door, pounding it furiously, scaring the person inside into trembling.
"No way, I won’t. Mom, help !"
"Nonsense, no one will save you. Hurry up and delete it!"
"I won’t. The video went viral, I’m not deleting it!" Su He’s muffled voice ca from inside the bedroom.
Just as he was about to break the door open, their mom Zhou Hui ca out rubbing her eyes: "What’s going on? Why are you two yelling so early on the first day of the New Year? Rebelling?"
Hearing this, before he could speak, their dad, Old Su, ca out of the kitchen with leftover dumplings from the previous night, smiling: "Oh, isn’t it because your daughter uploaded the video of him carrying a cooking oil jar? It seems to be quite a hit and now your son’s embarrassed and looking for payback."
Upon hearing this, Mom Zhou Hui quickly took out her phone and found the video her daughter had posted in the middle of the night. In just one night, it had over 500,000 likes and 20,000 comnts—a definite viral hit.
When she checked the comnts, wow!
"Cracked up, asking mom to move, as if she could divorce!"
"I thought I was the only one carrying a cooking oil jar last night and felt so embarrassed. Seeing this video, I feel comforted."
"Exactly, I just carried it around in the house. If I had to run outside with it, I’d choose death."
"I’ve seen people carry oil jars, but never motor oil barrels. Learned sothing new."
"Such a fierce mom, chasing him with a rolling pin, poor Da Qing!"
"Look at the poster, she’s laughing like a goose."
"But isn’t this an exclusive tradition in the Northeast? Isn’t Da Qing from Jiang City?"
"If it works, the tradition can be nationwide!"
"True enough!"
"I carried a jar the year before last, but it was the wrong pickle jar, and I stayed idle all year [covers face]"
"Dang, aren’t these comnts more interesting than the Spring Festival Gala skits? Should’ve skipped it, spent another year making dumplings!"
"Indeed, Da Qing never appears in his own videos—it’s a fact!"
The comnt section was bustling, and definitely more interesting than the Spring Festival Gala skits.
Moreover, the netizens found a pattern: Su Qing never appears in his own videos; he always makes caos from others’ perspectives.
When soone pretended to be him previously, he had no choice but to record a video with Li Zijun and Du Qiang to clarify, which had long been deleted.
It can be said that his videos are either beauties or dogs, which is quite nice.
Seeing the comnts, especially the first one about moving, Zhou Hui’s forehead vein popped, and with three steps turned into two, she kicked her son aside and pounded on Su He’s door:
"Open up, open the door, delete the video for !"
"Mom, don’t!"
"Why not? This affects my legendary reputation! Open up now!"
Half an hour later, at the dining table.
"Can this video really make money?" Zhou Hui asked curiously.
Su He nodded vigorously: "Yes, mom, just this video gained tens of thousands of followers overnight. Now I have nine hundred thousand. Get another hundred thousand and I’ll be a million-follower influencer, and the ad revenue will definitely increase."
"I see..."
"Mom, how about I give you all the inco from my next ad?"
"Deal!"
Indeed, her mother had a strong inclination towards money over face.
"Mom, can you tolerate this?" Su Qing incited, trying to get their mom to act.
"I can tolerate it!"
Su Qing: ...
To this, Su He showed a mischievous smile of having succeeded: "That’s what you get for fooling !"
"How did I fool you?"
"You told to repost the Wandering Earth promo and promised a red envelope, and what happened?"
"Didn’t I give it to you? Did that red envelope feed the dogs?" Su Qing retorted defensively.
Hearing this, Su He was furious, gasping: "You dare to, giving only 200 yuan while I get at least 10,000 per ad now? Are you conning your sister?"
"Ask mom and dad then, they each only gave 100. If they had given 1,000 each, I would’ve given you 2,000." Su Qing threw up his hands, talking like a complete rascal.
Su He: (艹皿艹)
Zhou Hui: ...
Old Su: ...
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