Let’s Go, Wheat

Chapter 189: Happy New Year 206

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It is said that people are refreshed on happy occasions. When Qian Mai was happy, he drank two more glasses during the dinner celebration, and he stubbornly supported Nanjiang, and couldn't help falling asleep anymore.

"You kid, why do you drink so much?" Qian Liqin nagged and added a blanket to the quilt.

"Happy, the wine is not intoxicating and everyone is drunk..." grinned and grunted in response, and then there was no more to say.

Qianmai slept soundly alone, but Peng Chen was a little lonely and unhappy.

During the day, I was too busy at the head office, and approaching the evening I took time to visit a few elders, but I didn't expect to be ordered to accompany him to attend the New Year's Eve reception of the Chamber of Commerce. Throughout the night, he was completely in Cao Ying's heart. He finally got a familiar face, and quietly resigned in advance. I hurried to Nanjiang, but it was still past 23 o'clock. I wanted to give her a surprise, but instead of thinking about the result, I surprised myself. Thousands of calculations, how can it be counted that her mobile phone will be turned off all the time on such an important day.

Life in the country is relatively simple and simple. At this time, in addition to the young people who are returning home for vacation, from time to time, there are groups of young people strolling on the street to play, all the shops are closed early, and the whole village has entered a state of sleep.

And he, missing a piece of marriage certificate, lost his right to knock on the door in the middle of the night tonight. Even if it was just a verbal engagement, he wouldn't be close to the front of the building tonight, but he could only sit in the car and look at her window with nothing to do.

In the festive holiday, waiting alone, the long loneliness made him want to tear the night apart. The heart was empty and uncomfortable inexplicably, so he took out the smoke point from the secret grid, letting the curling smoke gradually fill him.

When it was halfway through, an off-road jeep suddenly stopped in front of him. In the darkness, someone rolled down the car window, and the probe was shouting her name at the third floor.

The croaking voice of the man seemed extremely loud in the quiet village at night. The ten Hachinohes in the front and back yards could hear it 100% clearly. But this person seemed to have no scruples at all, with a louder voice, and she would not give up unless she shouted. After frowning slightly, he began to admire this person's unscrupulous and straightforward character, and even secretly hoped that this broken gong voice could really call her down.

However, after a few shouts, the Qianjia’s west window did not light up, but the east window lit up.

Hearing a seemingly familiar voice, Yang Yong put on a coat casually, opened the window and stuck his head halfway, and asked uncertainly, "Who is it? Baiqiong?"

"It's me, Uncle Yang. Where are Mai and Xiaohai? Those who are celebrating the festival, ask them to get up and set off the fireworks." Zou Baiqiong explained his intentions straightforwardly.

Yang Yong had always known that the youngest son of the Zou family knew his eldest daughter very well, and that he had always played with a carefree personality, so he slowly relieved his daughter's dissatisfaction when the opposite sex called the door in the middle of the night. Said: "Let's play. Wheat drank at night and fell asleep now. Xiaohai was at school and didn't go home."

That's it. Two disappointed sighs were barely heard in the air.

In the car, Zou Baiqiong paused, and then asked upstairs: "Uncle Yang, how long will the wheat company stay at home for a few days on holiday? I have something to do with her."

"One day." Today, the supermarket business is busy, and Wheat drank in a chaotic manner. Before he had time to ask, Yang Yong was not sure. Take it for granted: "Should be back to Huayang after dinner tomorrow."

"I see, then I will come to see her tomorrow. Uncle Yang, congratulate you in advance, happy new year, congratulations on getting rich."

"Okay. Have fun together, make a fortune together, you guys have fun..."

Ha la said a few auspicious words, the off-road jeep braved its exhaust fumes and went away. The light in the east window quickly dimmed again, and the night's silence was restored at the door of Qian's house.

At this time, the distant shore of the ocean is very lively. Peng Ma wore a graceful black evening gown, and looked carefully around the locker room for a long time, until she was sure that she was foolproof, and then she took out the handbag.

Father Peng is also dressed in a formal suit with a dark tie, sitting patiently on the sofa in the lobby, reading the newspaper and waiting. The doorbell rang, and the Filipino servant went out to open the door, and then returned with a big package with surprise on his face.

The couple didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a New Year's gift between relatives, friends and neighbors. But when the Filipino helper said that only the package was seen but the gift-giver had just been seen, he couldn't help but feel puzzled. He took it, but when he saw that his son's Chinese name was written on the package, Ren Benyi was so happy that he was not in a hurry to go out to the banquet.

With a "chih", the seal was cut open, and the three packing boxes were taken out one by one.

Seeing his favorite fishing tackle and tent, Peng Peng was a little unbelievable at first, and then he danced happily: "Good gift! So far, this is the best gift I have ever received. Our Quintimo has finally opened up!"

On Quintimo's eighteenth birthday, he jokingly said that after he took over, he would live a leisurely life with a fishing tackle and a tent. I still remember that at that time, that little boy was not a bird, and he held his neck ambitiously and said that he wanted to stand on his own. Unexpectedly, if I asked him now, he would become so aware of the current affairs and obediently offer it. Thinking about it this way, as long as his son gets married, his leisurely retirement will not be far away.

Someone is proud, others are frustrated. No, when I saw the red candy box, Ma Peng jumped up from the sofa with trembling fingers and asked: "What does Quintimo mean?"

Daddy Peng was immersed in his upcoming retirement fantasy, and the innocent shrugged quickly, indicating that he didn't know either. Seeing that his wife seemed to have received a blockbuster, he was in a good mood to take care of her. The box opened, lifted it and poured it on the glass tea table, a few wedding candy mixed with a few mahjongs rolled out.

Dad Peng was a little surprised. He hasn't returned to China for a while. Could it be that wedding candy and mahjong are popular as gifts in China? But it was only a moment. After seeing the exquisite gold-inlaid red sandalwood mahjong, he knew: This is the son's good intentions, and he is doing his mommy's favor.

Sure enough, Ma Peng was attracted by Mahjong for the first time, and picked them up one by one and played with them in a well-maintained hand. The situation on his face changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. First he smiled for a while, then shook his head suspiciously to deny it. Repeated question: "Husband, what do you mean by Quintimo?"

"What else is there to please you."

Peng Ma firmly did not believe: "You still don't know your son? Wanli asked someone to bring something, and made it so mysterious, saying that he has no intestines, who would believe it?!" Mahjong tiles, the more horny you are, the more convinced you are.

"What kind of pot goes with what lid." Looking at his tangled and contemplative wife, Peng's father was so free, the corners of his mouth slipped secretly with a narrow smile. My wife is obviously a very clever and witty person. How could it be her son's turn that she would die and would not believe his simple starting point. Poor Quintimo, finally wanted to be purely a dutiful son, but he was dumbfounded as a "conspiracy". But it can also be seen from this that his usual indifferent and profound expressions are so miserable.

What's different is that Dad Peng does not intend to stop Peng Ma's enthusiasm for the moment. This smart and worrying person is often quite stubborn. Unless she figured it out on her own, it would be difficult for others to persuade her to reach her heart. Sitting idly, I peeled a piece of Chinese element packaging wedding candy into my mouth. The milk is rich and the peanuts are crispy, and the taste is very familiar and charming. I wondered with joy that after so many years of raising my child and eating so many other people's wedding candy, now I finally have my own wedding candy.

In line with the principle of "share good things," she immediately peeled one of Peng's mother and said: "This wedding candy has come across the ocean, and it is the children's mind how to say it. Let's taste it."

Peng Ma accepted it and chewed it carefully in her mouth. Sweet and sour, the bottom of the tongue produces fluid, but my heart is pressed against a boulder, and the taste is inexplicably changed when I eat it, and I ask: "Why do you have two big boxes of gifts in large bags and small bags, why do I just order sugar and mahjong?" As he said, the corners of his mouth sank, and my heart felt very disappointed: "I scorned him on Christmas Eve, Quintimo, after all, I hold a grudge."

Dad Peng listened, patted the back of her hand comfortingly, grabbed the phone next to her and handed it to her, saying, "How can you, mother and son have an overnight hatred? Quintimo has sent gifts over to show you, you just follow Go down this slope."

Ma Peng was moved, but she couldn't help her face, she shoved the microphone back in embarrassment: "You help me call, check his tone first." Sad, no mother in the world mentions her son. It's like a mouse mentioned a cat like her.

Ma Peng smeared Dan Kou's fingers and tangled at the elegant hair style that was curled up high, ignoring a luxurious dress, and sighed down on the sofa. Dad Peng is happy to serve her, check the time, and start dialing the phone.

Just after the second ringing, the call was quickly picked up. Then, Peng Chen's voice came from the hands-free microphone: "Hello, daddy, I am going to call you and mommy later."

"Yeah. I received your gift, and your mom and I like it very much."

"That's good. Where's Mommy?"

Dad Peng just wanted to talk to the side, but when Ma Peng waved his hand and pointed to her finger, he changed his words and said: "She is in the dressing room and is going to the dinner later. She is busy right now."

"I see." Peng Chen nodded knowingly.

Zhizi Moruo's parents, his low mellow voice and calm and respectful tone sounded impeccably polite, but he couldn't hide them. The eyes of the couple collided in the air, tacitly, this kid didn't know what happened, and he was feeling awkward at the moment.

So, Peng Peng asked casually, “What’s the turnover reported in various places this week?” Peng Chen only said one sentence and he was so excited and pleased that he nodded straight: “It’s okay! The report came out at night, and the net profit is more than that. This was an increase of 20% in the same period last year."

Since official business is excluded, then only private business remains. Listening to the faint sound of firecrackers from the microphone, I asked: "Where are you, how come there are firecrackers?" At this time, the city should not have banned the setting of fireworks.

Peng Chen calmly replied: "I am in the country's mother-in-law's house."... outside the house. The difference between the three characters means the difference between the worlds.

Shrimp? ? ? Peng's father and Peng's mother were not aware of the situation, and his jaw almost fell off in shock. Could this kid really have the ability to master the sky, so soon he entered the room and began to stay overnight. Why didn't they get the news

Ma Peng has mixed flavors, Dad Peng and You Rongyan exhorted a few words to pay attention to etiquette, and joked: "Quintimo, are you too stingy? So a few candies are not enough for me and your mom Two people chewed."

"Finished?"

"of course."

"How does it taste?"

"It's pretty good."

For the first time since nightfall, Peng Chen smiled sincerely: "There will be tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

"Then I and your mommy are looking forward to it." After that, Dad Peng happily made a few gestures to Maa Peng next to him: there are wedding candy and mahjong.

Ma Peng looks pretty. Without saying anything, I really look forward to tomorrow's candy box in my heart.

While talking, firecrackers in Nanjiang Village's suburbs were blasted, and the fireworks were in full bloom. Blossoming into the sky, half of the sky in the suburbs was splendid. At the time of the national celebration, Peng Chen opened the door and got out of the car, looking up at the west window, really wanting to call her name at the window as brazenly as the man just now. But after all, I opened my mouth, but didn't do anything.

"Daddy, happy new year! China is now January 1, 2006. Congratulate mommy and me."

"Okay. Daddy and Mommy wish you a happy new year." Listening to the festive sound of fireworks and firecrackers in his ears, Peng Peng was infected with the same joy. But it was very strange, how could he inexplicably feel that his son's calm tone was mixed with Ruowuruuowu silence

In the next instant, it turned out that his feeling was not an illusion. Suddenly, Peng Chen whispered, and said in a low voice: "Daddy, I really love wheat." As if not enough, he emphasized the following sentence: "Just like you love Mommy."

Peng Ma's throat was astringent, and her eyes flushed instantly. I didn't expect that his deserted, young and mature son would confide such warm words to them. This child has been invincible since he was a child, and he wanted the wind to get the wind, and the rain to get the rain. Now he has encountered the first hurdle in his life, but it is her mother who has blocked him. On the phone call tonight, he was full of respect in his "respectfulness", and he could hear the unpleasant conversation between mother and son on Christmas Eve still made him a little concerned.

Father Peng patted the back of Ma Peng's hand comfortingly again, and joked on the phone: "Quintimo, such a beautiful day, what good is it for you to confess to this bad old man. If you have a lot of affection, you have to ask someone else to talk about it."

In the night, under the west window, even though he knew that no one would see it, Peng Chen worked very hard to force the red tide on his face back.

In the morning, the cock crowed and the dog barked, and the sky was dimly bright. Yang Yong went downstairs early to get vegetables from the vegetable garden.

When the anti-theft iron rolling door was pulled up, I couldn't help being stunned. Early in the morning, there was a big bag of gifts at my door. In addition to the finest tobacco and alcohol, there were also a few boxes full of foreign letters. Looking closely, there was a light rain at night, and the streets were wet and empty. At this time, few villagers had gone out.

Suspiciously carrying things upstairs, Qian Liqin was also confused by Monk Zhang Er. Who is the one? It stands to reason that relatives and friends give gifts to each other on holidays, and they don’t leave things at the door. Besides, there are not many families among relatives and friends who will give foreign gifts, so far no one has heard of anyone going home for the New Year. Suddenly thinking of a possibility, Qian Liqin asked uncertainly: "Could it be Peng Chen?"

With that said, Yang Yong remembered it. When talking to Zou Baiqiong at night, I seemed to see a car parked under his west window. I thought it was stopped by those young people in the village who came home for vacation, so I didn't pay much attention.

The probe looked at the wet weather outside, and touched the paper bag that was not contaminated with moisture. The couple looked at each other. Isn't it just not long after they were put down? Didn't it stay outside all night

When Qian Liqin came in and turned on the bedside lamp, Qian Mai evasively buried her head in the quilt. Looking at her sleeping daughter, Qian Liqin originally planned to let her sleep well for a whole day, but after looking at the bag in her hand, she still cruelly pushed her awake.

Qianmai looked through those old and expensive brands with sleepy eyes, and at a glance, you can know who wrote it. This enemy, shouldn't he be dressed up at the cocktail party last night? Why did he come to the countryside to be the god of the door in the middle of the night

I touched the phone and turned it on, and the screen was dark. I changed a battery and went in, and all kinds of phone and text messages flooded out. Of course, Peng Chen is the one who occupies the Great Wall.

From the 23:15 of the first call to the 5:30 of the last text message, I was completely tossed all night. Among them, the most is his unique "angry" declaration.

"I'm almost angry."

"I'm really going to be angry."

"I am very very angry now."...

This person deserves to be a big fan of foreign languages, and he must be divided into seven or eight tenses even when he is angry. After glanced at the last text message, Qianmai was helpless, and had to get up with a loose body. God knows, her biggest New Year's wish now is to want to sleep full.

The clothing decorations walked out of the room, and felt guilty at the two elders again: "Dad, Mom, I'm going to Jintian, and I'll be back right away. I'll come back to make lunch for you later."

"Don't be in a hurry to come back, you young people have fun! The two of us old don't have to worry about you." Qian Liqin generously agreed. Thinking of Peng Chen guarding outside his house for so long at night, I always felt like I owed something in my heart. Nagging and nagging: "You tell Peng Chen, don’t buy things when you come to Nanjiang in the future. Ordinary people don’t need such expensive tobacco and alcohol. Your dad is used to drinking rice wine made at home, so don’t waste it. The money is up. Whenever you come in the future, just let him call home and call the door."

In the end, I came to a conclusion with self-satisfaction: "This kid is really honest. Now there are not so many rules in the countryside. It is common for ordinary friends of the opposite sex to stay at home and stay at home..."

Qianmai smiled and sorted her scarf. It seemed that her mother really liked Peng Chen. God knows, if those in the mall heard about Peng Chen's "honest", I don't know how they would react. This time it's all right, once bitterly, the Qianjia gate let him in and out.

Facts have proved that drunkenness can really make things wrong. When approaching downstairs, Qianmai suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something important last night. To make up for it, he hurriedly took out a document bag from his handbag and handed it to his father, smiling and saying, "Dad, Happy New Year! This is a New Year gift for you and mom."

Yang Yong took it strangely, too late to take a closer look at the question, and faintly heard the horn of the bus shuttle in the distance, so he hurried downstairs with the file bag and stopped the car for his daughter.

The couple did not enter until the bus drove far away and disappeared at the end of the mountain. When I opened it, it was a set of "three certificates" and a series of house purchase contract invoices for the storefront in the Huayang Xixi Farmers' Trade City. The name of their husband and wife was written impressively on the certificate. Confused, surprised and happy, hurriedly found reading glasses in disbelief.

Country folks went to bed early and got up early. When Qianmai arrived in Jintian, many young people who had been partying all night were sleepy-eyed coming out of bars, Internet cafes, and KTVs, and flocking to the breakfast shop. Nearby, even the "Love Village Pavilion" in Xishan Park has received a lot.

Tracing back to the source, "Love Village Pavilion" can be found in the early years of the Republic of China. According to "Local Chronicles", a returning overseas Chinese couldn't bear the hardships of his hometown fathers at that time. He built this pavilion at the foot of Xishan Mountain and did his best to cook six big porridge pots here every morning. It has been passed down from father to son for decades without hindrance. Driven by them, many overseas Chinese later joined the ranks. Add rice and firewood, build bridges and pave roads, build Xishan Park, buy fitness equipment, and make the small porridge shop "Love Hometown Pavilion" lively and gradually become a scene of Jintian.

At this time, looking through the shadows of the trees, the porridge in front of the small tall building next to the "Love Village Pavilion" was filled with gas, and Peng Chen's sleeves were slightly rolled up, and he was serving the porridge to the people who had come out of the park morning exercise. There was no rushing, no shame, but a faint smell of human fireworks in Junyi.

Qian Mai took a tray and walked over, stood in front of him, and said in a voice that only two of them could hear: "Xiao Er, come to a bowl of porridge!"

Peng Chen narrowed his eyes dangerously, but not in a hurry, he silently scooped a bowl full of porridge, and watched her follow-up.

Unexpectedly, Qian Mai took the porridge and turned around, found a place to sit down and taste it. Not to mention, today's white fungus and lotus seed porridge suits her appetite very well, it is fragrant and waxy, and it tastes really good. If you want to come, the overseas Chinese will naturally have sufficient funds. If this little porridge and dishes can't be handled well, it is undoubtedly self-defeating. What's more, with the support of the Peng family who specializes in catering business, the taste is certainly not much worse.

Those who come to the "Love Village Pavilion" for breakfast are mostly elderly people who get up early for morning exercises or grocery shopping, plus some young people who stay up late and students rushing to the cram school. The old people drank the porridge leisurely, and talked about the parents' short stories and the interesting things in the market. When they looked up and lowered their heads, the beautiful scenery of the West Mountain was in front of them. I can't help but say that many white-collar workers are jealous of the leisure and moisturizing days.

Of course, the forest is big, and there is no shortage of weird things. For example, latent wheat, the cheeks are bulging at this moment, and a pair of eyes are looking around, quite a bit of suspicion of private detectives. Things are gathered together, and her tablemate is not a waiter. The phone rang while drinking porridge, and BALABALA answered it for half an hour.

"Who led the project?..."

"His uncle cousin is a messy secretary who hasn't been promoted for so many years. How many things can he have..."

"Apart from'Old Whale', who else would invest?..."

"No, this business is not worthwhile. After investing so much money and waiting for so long, I will barely reclaim 50 million yuan every year. Let alone real estate speculation, even fried vinegar and garlic are not as good as..."

With a rigorous professional vision, Qianmai repeatedly examined the ordinary clothes and pants on the same table, and his eyes almost protruded like a goldfish. Dude, you earn 50 million a year, and come to the "Love Township Pavilion" for porridge? ?

Because it seemed to be talking about the situation of Su Jianfen's relatives, I kept my ears up, and didn't even know the phone ding ding dong dong in the handbag next to him. It wasn't until the "tablemate" threw a strange look at him that he realized that he flipped the phone with his hands and feet hurriedly.

Today's call is nothing more than congratulations on the New Year. "The same table" seemed to be suspicious, hung up the phone, finished the porridge in couples and got up and left. Qianmai was okay when he was free, so he composed a congratulatory text message and sent it to all the friends and relatives. I took a look at the time, and dialed back the missed records of last night one by one.

An Qi from Beijing said that she found the mahjong she wanted. At the same time, she complained that when people all over the country were resting, she worked overtime for free when she was exhausted physically and mentally. I was brewing to open my own clothing store after the Lunar New Year, but I was afraid that the passion for design would slowly evaporate.

Sister Qian Xiaofen went to the Northeast for an inspection, and saw what the real ice-bound and snow drifting is. When I woke up in the morning, the car was covered with thick and soft "ice cream". Her favorite thing to do was to do graffiti on the "ice cream".

My sister Qian Xiaomo got up early and went to the lakeside morning study, hoping to get a good result in the exam. The younger brother Qian Xiaohai also said that he was working hard in the classroom, but within two minutes, the mall discount advertisement that faintly passed through the microphone knocked him back to his original shape...

Qianmai talked happily, but Peng Chen was entangled in watching. I have known for a long time that to compete with her is purely asking for trouble. It is clearly agreed that if he is angry, she will apologize to him first. No, he has sent so many "angry forecasts", she just has a way to figure it out and become confused.

Nothing, nothing more, I'll be the mountain if the mountain doesn't come, so I have to go to the mountain.

Seeing Peng Chen silently, sitting down on the chair next to him with a frozen face, Qian Mai was startled, and he hung up the phone after he said "Be careful about safety" to Xiao Haidao. Question: "I'm done? Can I go?" The innocent expression seemed to say, depending on how good I am, I can play HAPPY by myself without disturbing your work.

Peng Chen was helpless, and the thousands of words brewing last night turned into a sigh of surrender: "Is you full?"

"I'm full." Answer all questions, completely baby-like.

"Then go, I will show you back to the old house."

It’s a pity that Qianmai’s well-behaved can’t last for a few minutes: “Next time. Today’s time is too tight, I’m going back to cook for my parents. Because I rarely stay at home and do less housework, so every New Year’s Day or New Year’s Day On the first day of junior high, I would do one day of housework to show my heart. According to folklore, at any rate, it means doing housework for a year to honor my parents. For you in the morning, I ran out before firing.

Peng Chen was a little moved, it was difficult for her to be filial. He did the same thing. He seldom talked about the porridge shop. He came to help on New Year's Day, and he showed his heart.

However, her sufficient reasons for refusal did not change the nature of her avoidance of suspicion. Isn't she willing to touch things related to him again without Daddy and Mommy's approval? The company has never stepped in since, and will not go to the new house after Christmas Eve. Now, even if she just passed by and looked at the old house of Peng's family, she declined suspicion. In an instant, the sense of powerlessness that was inaccessible last night surged again.

Seeing the gloomy look on his face, Latent Wheat gently pulled his sleeves and blinked his eyes to make a miserable expression: "Are you angry?"

Peng Chen was not angry, so he asked instead: "You also know that I will be angry?"

That is, the thing your eldest master is best at is getting angry. Latent wheat belly slander, thinking he was upset about what happened last night, and said: "I drank two more glasses yesterday and was dizzy. I don't know if my phone is out of power. Don't be angry, how tired you are when you are angry. Let's They are all old husbands and old wives, and they still need the kind of "Farewell to the old and welcome the new" to prove what is impossible..."

After that, in the crowd, he started to tickle him.

Twitter, especially the word "old man and old wife", is like a breeze, smoothing the hair in Peng Chen's heart. The corners of the eyebrows fluttered secretly, restraining her messy hands, but it was a dead duck mouth: "Who said I was looking for you to'say the old and welcome the new'? I went to you because no one rubbed my back and applied medicine. of."

"I see, it turns out that you just lack a little maid. I'm in vain, and I think someone will show off for me." Qian Mai has no regrets, wrinkling his nose playfully.

Peng Chen successfully pulled back a city, Shumen Shulu put the tableware in the recycling area, greeted the person in charge in the small tall building, and took her to the parking lot. Ask: "Do parents like my New Year gift?"

"I like it. Mom's face smiles like a flower."

"Where's Dad?"

"Dad is very distressed and said I don't know what to send you in return." Qian Mai learned his father's pensive look, but his voice was full of forbearing smiles, happy that he was concerned about the "attentiveness" of every member of the family in all aspects.

Looking at her old-fashioned expression, Peng Chen finally couldn't help but laugh: "I have received the best return." Looking at her, he said: "Daddy and Mommy also like our presents, and praise you."

"Really?" Qianmai was a little surprised.

"Really! It's more'true' than'Pearl'." Peng Chen deserved his face not flushed or breathing.

"Hey, since it works, then we have to hit the iron while it's hot."

"It's still up to you..."

Peng Chen's enthusiastic response was immediately received by Qianmai's proposition. Therefore, when Jintian returned to Nanjiang by car, the small carriage was filled with a strong taste of "calculation"... (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, Support the author, support genuine reading!)