[BL] BE Crazy Demon Survival System

6.2

“What the hell is going on…” Xu Qichen sat on the sofa in the living room and asked Xia Zhixu in a low voice, “Why don’t you tell me…”

Mother Xia brought a plate of cut oranges from the kitchen, “You guys have some fruit first. Have you had breakfast? I’ll get you some noodles?”

Xu Qichen was so embarrassed that he stood up subconsciously as soon as Mother Xia approached.

“Sit down, sit down.” Mother Xia smiled kindly and pushed him back on the sofa.

Father Xia also came out of the bedroom, “You give them wontons, didn’t you pack fresh ones yesterday?” He said, and walked to another sofa to sit down, “Your aunt’s three fresh wontons are delicious, wait Eat more later.”

Xu Qichen smiled and nodded quickly, he didn’t know what was going on right now. Seeing Xia Zhixu’s parents so kind, he felt sorry in his heart.

Maybe they thought that their son brought his friends home to play.

If they knew the facts, would they be furious?

A lot of strange pictures began to appear in his mind, such as Xia Zhixu kneeling on the ground in tears, mother Xia fainted, and father Xia yelling, “I’ll kill you as a wicked obstacle.” Punch and kick…

“What do you think?” Xia Zhixu bumped his arm, “Are you still sleepy?”

Xu Qichen shook his head quickly without saying a word.

“Eat oranges?”

Xu Qichen shook his head.

“Drink tea?”

Xu Qichen still shook his head.

Xia Zhixu was amused and leaned in his ear and whispered, “Xia Zhixu, you are so nervous.”

Xu Qichen glared at him, moved aside as if to avoid suspicion, and glanced at Father Xia. The other party was pressing the remote control to open the morning news.

“Qichen.” Father Xia suddenly spoke. This name shocked Xu Qichen. He was like a child whose name was named by the teacher who didn’t want to answer questions. He trembled and responded weakly, “Hey…”

Dad Xia smiled, in a kind tone, “Don’t be afraid, I just want to ask, did you follow Professor Wang Dunshan when you were in college?”

Xu Qichen felt puzzled, how could father Xia know this, he nodded, “Yeah.”

“Oh, that’s you,” Dad Xia smiled. “Professor Wang is my old classmate. We often contact us. He always mentioned to me one of his proud students, also named Xu Qichen, when I was I thought this name was interesting, so I remembered it. I didn’t expect it to be you.”

It turned out to be so, Xu Qichen smiled humbly: “Professor Wang is willing to bother to call me.”

Father Xia shook his head, “He said, you are talented. Most children now live in a worry-free environment, and they already lack the compassion needed to create literature. Old Wang often said that Little Xu Children are born with a kind of compassion, which is very rare for literary creation.” He took a sip of water, “I have read what you wrote, and it is really good.”

Xia Zhixu, who was also drinking water, took a sip. Xu Qichen glanced at him, touched his knee, and whispered: “Your dad said that I wrote the book under my real name.”

“Oh, that’s it,” Xia Zhixu put down the cup in his hand with a smile, “Dad, go on.”

“I have been subscribed to a magazine that included an essay written by you last month. I find it very interesting. Nowadays, most people write essays, they tend to criticize reality with sharp and sharp writing, especially those that imitate Lu Xun Style, but the style of your article is very calm, but the core inside is cruel, and there is a feeling of undercurrents.”