When she got home, she happened to see Xia Bai and Ding Hai leaving her house. These boys' homes were not far from hers, and they basically liked to stay at their homes except for school and sleeping time.
Although Wen Chi is careless, he still has considerable prestige among his brothers, and those young men all respect him.
Wen Chi, who had finished his homework, was still playing games. When he saw Wen Qiao, he took off his headphones and said, "There is another person in our school who has similar symptoms to me."
"Really? PTSD? How did he get this disease?"
"His family seems to be quite wealthy. His father died when he was six or seven years old, and he has been suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder since then. However, his family does not seem to think it is a disease. His mother is very strict and does not allow anyone to mention that her son is sick. He does not see a doctor or take medicine."
Wen Qiao was a little worried: "If this goes on, something bad will happen."
Wen Chi shrugged: "I think so too."
I thought to myself, fortunately they have a good sister.
"how have you been?"
Wen Chi: "I feel like the medicine is working. I'm definitely not as irritable as before."
Wen Qiao nodded: "Well, that's good."
He touched Wen Mo's head again: "What about you?"
Wen Mo also nodded, meaning that he was in good shape recently.
Wen Qiao had more expectations. Xiao Mo had not spoken for many years. Even if he was willing to speak at that time, he would probably have to overcome many difficulties in speaking.
But as long as the psychological barriers are overcome, those problems will be trivial.
Su Yun prepared dinner and the family ate around the small table.
She glanced at Wen Qiao and said, "Your uncle's family bought a house with a loan."
Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow: "So our family is the only one he can borrow money from? If he can't borrow money from us, he can only borrow money from the bank? His popularity is not very good."
Wen Chi held back his laughter.
Su Yun glanced at her: "You girl, you are so harsh with your words."
Wen Qiao shrugged: "Mom, this is called distinguishing between gratitude and resentment. You have to learn from me. We can't treat everyone the same, understand?"
"I can't argue with you, girl. Su Lei's wedding date has been set for early December. Let's go to the wedding together then."
Wen Qiao: "Did our unfeeling uncle invite you?"
Su Yun wanted to pinch her face: "Speak nicely, they asked us to go, they want to interact with us."
Wen Qiao snorted, "It really is true that if you are poor in a busy city, no one will care about you, but if you are rich in a remote mountain area, you will have distant relatives."
"Go ahead. We are relatives after all. Just have a drink and do a favor."
Wen Qiao curled his lips: "We'll talk about it when the time comes."
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Xu Lu checks her email dozens of times a day. She was originally full of confidence, but the longer she waited, the more uncertain she became.
After waiting for a week, I received an email from Song Hao of Haimao Records.
Her heart suddenly rose to her throat and she opened the email nervously.
[Thanks for your contribution. The music you have composed is not very compatible with the style of our company’s singers. I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate in the future. Thank you—Haimao Songhao.]
Xu Lu's heart sank at once. She felt humiliated by the other party, who actually looked down on her song.
She gritted her teeth and said, it's obvious that you don't know what's good. What's not quite a match? There are more than one record company, Haimao. If Haimao doesn't accept it, naturally other companies will.
She was unwilling to give up and cast a wide net, investing in several well-known record companies on the market.
Those small companies reply to emails quickly, but they are not as tactful as Haimao.
[Sorry, your composition skills are not good enough, our company will not accept it]
[The style is too old-fashioned, the market will not accept it]
[It’s a bit weird, not traditional enough, not popular enough, sorry, our company doesn’t need this style of music]
Xu Lu almost collapsed.
(End of this chapter)