"Qingyue, tell your uncle to drink less."

Seeing Su Qingyue pouring another drink for Yan Weiguo, Amu's mother frowned and gave him instructions.

"The last drink, the last..."

Before Su Qingyue said the word "cup", Yan Weiguo protested dissatisfied: "What last cup?" He rolled his eyes like a child: "How many cups is this? One cup is only six yuan. It's full.

Drink, where are you going?" He said, "Besides, the children finally came back."

"Don't even look at how old you are." Amu's mother said.

"It doesn't matter how old you are."

"Don't have high blood pressure if you have the ability."

"Okay, okay, it's just New Year's Eve, isn't it?"

Watching Amu’s parents making a fuss.

The more Su Qing understood, this was the feeling of family members.

There is no pretense or politeness like that of strangers outside.

After staying in Pingjing with Amu for a long time, Su Qingyue discovered that this kind of ordinary noise was another kind of kindness and warmth.

It’s not about what you really want.

It is a caring and mediating agent, which further promotes the relationship between the two of them.

Maotai is indeed the national drink.

Water, soil, climate, and microorganisms seem to be gifts from God to Maotai Town.

Only here can the best Maotai-flavor liquor in the world be brewed, because the red-tasseled sorghum produced only in the valleys around Maotai Town is the soul of Maotai Town Maotai Liquor.

After entering the mouth, it is elegant and delicate, the wine is full-bodied, and it is very drinkable.

It was completely different from other wines. Su Qingyue couldn't help but praise: good wine.

Also respect Amu’s mother.

Holding the cup, she said again: "Qingyue, work hard in the workplace, be diligent and down-to-earth. Don't always want to change jobs, young people shouldn't be too impetuous..."

"Yes, yes, Auntie is right." Su Qingyue said.

Next to him, Ah Mou's father laughed and said, "Why don't you change jobs? Do you think it's an organization like ours?" He said, using the strength of his drinking, "If you want to work in the current organization for the rest of your life, they have to be willing to accept you."

He said and asked Su Qingyue: "Qingyue, are you right?"

"..." Su Qingyue was embarrassed for a moment, knowing that the old couple were joking, but she really didn't know what to say.

Ah Mou, who was next to him, also started laughing.

Amu's mother retorted: "It's the same wherever you go, you have to be down-to-earth."

"Okay, old lady, go make dumplings quickly." Yan Weiguo saw that he couldn't say anything, so he had to rush for the staple food.

Everyone laughed.

Amu's mother looked at the time and muttered: "I can't explain it anymore, I just don't care."

After saying this, she hurriedly left.

Amu also followed. Su Qingyue wanted to help in the kitchen, but Yan Weiguo grabbed him.

"We drink."

"Okay." Su Qingyue sat down again.

The two men poured wine again, and Yan Wei said earnestly in Mandarin: "Qingyue? Did you know? I majored in medicinal chemistry? In our time, this industry was not understood by anyone." He said: "At that time,

It just opened? I'm still young? I just want to do this."

"Hmm..." I realized that the old man was telling me some story about his past.

Seeing that he was blushing? Su Qingyue poured him a cup of tea and listened to him continue: "I was an engineer in the workshop at that time? This profession is very popular now? It was not popular at that time." He said: "But I just want to

, this is a very good industry, why can’t we do it ourselves?”

Su Qingyue nodded and asked, "Isn't it difficult to do it at that time?"

"Hey..." He sighed and said, "Isn't it? There was originally a contracting opportunity. The whole family jumped out to object, just one sentence, not letting me do it. Your aunt also said that this is too dangerous, and in the end I also

It didn't work." He said: "Let a kid from a workshop outside the establishment do it? Now they have hundreds of millions."

"Understood." Su Qingyue nodded.

"You don't understand..." Yan Weiguo drank a little too much and patted Su Qingyue's leg? "What am I saying, young people, don't care what others say? Go boldly and realize your dreams. Don't be like us,

If you miss the opportunity, it will be gone? When you think about it again, everything has changed."

Although Amu's father has always supported his career.

But hearing what he said? Su Qingyue was still surprised.

He was holding a wine glass and nodding.

I heard him say again: "Why did I start writing in the end? What else can I do?" He pointed to the kitchen, leaned close to Su Qingyue and whispered: "With Amu, my hands and feet are tied up. My family doesn't agree, so slowly I

I just started writing, and then I was transferred to the Calligraphy Association. My family felt that this was the most stable thing."

"I can understand."

Su Qingyue nodded, knowing the feeling of depression and no one understanding.

Just like before he went to Pingjing.

No one can explain it.

At this time, Yan Weiguo sighed again: "Don't be like me and your aunt. Seeing the end of life at a glance is the continuation of life, but it is the end of dreams."

"Yes, I know."

Su Qingyue really understood Yan Weiguo.

I also understand that in this world, not only successful people have lofty ambitions.

Intellectuals from any great era have their own ideals in their hearts.

It's just that because of the excessive changes and setbacks in the social process, my thoughts have been suppressed.

He couldn't help but nodded seriously.

At this time, Yan Weiguo picked up the wine glass: "The development of society is that when one day you can choose your dream, don't bow down to reality. Especially at the golden age when a thousand pieces of gold can't be exchanged..."

"thank you!"

The more Su Qing listened, the stronger her belief became.

Recalling the difficulties and obstacles Chen Feng told himself.

Now let’s listen to what Amu’s father said.

He realized that no matter how difficult it was, he should do it.

The elders have given themselves this reassurance. If they don't do it, it will be even more unreasonable.

Just as he was talking, the hot dumplings arrived.

When everyone ate it, the stuffing prepared by Amu's mother was a little on the light side.

But it just makes the meat flavor blend with the shepherd's purse, making it soft and delicious.

Su Qing became more and more excited as she ate.

I feel like I need to plan my life well.

You can leave Hualu, but the road ahead is very important. What do you lack? What do you need to make up for?

Who can help me make up for this.

And how do you start an experiment that you may not be mature enough to do?

He thought to himself and continued eating.

During the countdown to eight o'clock, the family sat in front of the TV on time.

Su Qingyue felt that the Spring Festival Gala was already a ritual thing, a rare resonance of companionship and family affection.

What Yan Weiguo looks forward to most every year is Yan Shunkai.

The water and soil of a place nourish its people, and the culture of a place nourishes its people.

The singing, dancing and cross talk sketches gradually passed.

The family was chatting and watching his skit "Telling Stories".

It is said that an old man can only tell one story, and he can tell it more than three hundred times.

Su Qingyue keenly realized from this content that if a story is told repeatedly, the interesting cycle of the story will pass.

The way to solve this problem is to form a group of players through operations and create a virtual world effect. The interaction, communication and conflicts between people are the endless fun, and this is the fundamental charm of online games.

For a moment I felt that my choice was the right one.

There is no doubt that games are the ninth art.

Su Qingyue firmly believed that he had chosen a position for himself in this emerging art.

All that's left is to do it.

Thinking about it, he peeled an orange for A Mou and poured tea for A Mou's parents.
Chapter completed!