Luo Xiu has not returned to his hometown for the New Year this year.

Although it is said that wealth and honor do not return home, like walking in a brocade dress at night, Luo Xiu’s current popularity does not need to go back to his hometown to show off.

He even brought his parents to Yangcheng for the New Year.

After Luo Weimin and Ms. Yu Jing moved into the villa, they were not used to it in life.

Especially when I wake up every morning, I don’t have to do anything.

If you want to clean up, the aunt has already done it first.

If you want to cook, you don’t have the chance to show yourself.

Both of them are honest people and don’t want their daughter-in-law to feel that they are useless in their old age and want to play their value.

This is also the reason why they have never refused to retire.

According to Ms. Yu Jing, she will definitely go out to work unless she has a grandson and is given to her to take care of her.

She never thought that when Luo Xiu had a child in the future, he would also ask the confinement nanny and nanny to take care of him.

One of the things that Luo Xiu has a headache now is how to help his parents find higher life pursuits.

In addition to sons and grandsons, you can also have higher spiritual pursuits.

"Don't your father likes writing poetry? You can let him write poetry." Guan Shiyu said with an idea.

Luo Xiu said disdainfully: "Is my dad called poetry? Just that foolish limerick. Every time you like him, he almost thought he was Li Bai's reincarnation."

"It doesn't matter how good his level is. We can bring him into the writers' association in Yangcheng. Everyone will coax him and say that his poems are well written and ask him to give them a poem."

When Luo Xiu heard this, he immediately understood what she meant.

"From today, he is our poetic immortal. He usually goes to the Writers Association to drink tea and chat with the literati, recite poems and paintings, publish this collection of poems every year, and participate in various cultural exchange activities..."

Luo Xiu excitedly hugged his girlfriend and kissed her, "It's still your wealthy families like you who can play."

"As for aunt, joining the wife circle, going to the beauty salon, tea party... I soon forgot your son."

"It's better to forget, it's better to forget!"

Luo Xiu is destined to be busier and busier in the future and does not have much time to accompany his parents.

Even if you are always by your side, your parents don’t understand their work and cannot truly integrate into each other spiritually.

Although people live together, their hearts are not together.

Letting them have their own pursuits, their own life, and their own sense of accomplishment may be the best way to live for them.

Only when a person lives his life well can he make everyone around him live a good life.

...

It’s very simple to join the Writers Association.

Luo Xiu sent the essays and poems his father usually wrote to the Writers Association and asked them to give advice.

The next day, several writers came to visit.

They praised the poems and praised them as great talent, with the legacy of Li and Du.

Of course, Luo Weimin didn't believe it. Although he loved writing poetry, he was a little conscious and knew that his level was just that.

Several writers came a few more times and repeatedly invited him to join.

With Luo Xiu's encouragement beside him, he began to believe that he was a little skilled and finally agreed to join the Writers Association.

People who love to write articles are always a bit blind and confident, overestimate their writing skills, and cannot accept criticism.

Moreover, there is no first in writing, so it is difficult to distinguish between articles. Everyone agrees that it is good, and you have no evidence to prove that he is poorly written.

Comrade Luo Weimin became a writer like this.

The dressing has become different. I like to wear traditional clothes and love to hold a folding fan in my hand.

Because I have to help others write inscriptions, I practice calligraphy at home every day, and my hand calligraphy is more and more beautiful with the naked eye.

Because he usually interacts with a group of literati, he reads more and more books, and his articles seem to be getting better and better.

One day, Ya Xing was in great spirits and wanted to write an inscription for his son's company.

After Luo Xiu saw that he finished writing, he waved his hand and said to the secretary: "Fit and hang it in my office."

The next day, a customer came to visit the door and looked at the letter for a long time. He praised it and said, "This letter is very well written, and it is obvious that it is from everyone's hands!"

Luo Xiu smiled and asked, "Oh? I don't know much about calligraphy. What's the good thing about it?"

"Look at the words that are full of ink, each stroke is sonorous and powerful, and it can be said that a word is worth a thousand gold! I am sorry for my sluggish eyes, which master did this calligraphy come from?"

"This word was written by my father. He must be very happy to hear Mr. Chen's praise."

"It turns out that it was from the old man. As expected, my family is well-educated. If I have time, I want to visit him and ask him for a calligraphy treasure."

When Luo Xiu heard what he said, he was a little skeptical if it was really well written.

But then I thought about it, it doesn’t matter whether the writing is good or not. Lao Ma can also auction off any paintings at a sky-high price.

As long as my identity is here, the words written by my dad are good ones.

After Luo Xiu returned home, he passed on the incident to his father.

Luo Weimin asked: "Have Mr. Chen settled the business with you?"

"Just just got in touch, and still talking."

"Next time you tell him that if the negotiation is done, I will give him a piece of calligraphy." Luo Weimin said confidently.

"If you have your words, Dad, no matter how harsh the conditions I give him, he will agree immediately." Luo Xiu said with a smile.

"Then you can't take advantage of others. You should pay attention to fairness in your business."

Luo Weimin began to educate his son.

"Yes, dad, you're right, we won't take advantage of him."

After hearing this, Luo Weimin nodded with satisfaction, locked himself in the study and continued to practice calligraphy.

Someone knows how to appreciate the words he writes and can help his son. Nothing can satisfy him more than this.

Ms. Yu Jing also found her pursuit of life.

Follow a group of rich ladies to drink tea, chat, play mahjong, and do a spa...

Show the jewelry, jewelry, and bags given to her by her son and daughter-in-law...

She soon discovered the difference between herself and those rich wives.

Others are elegant in sitting, walking, talking, eating, etc., and they look like they are born rich.

And you are like you come from the countryside in all aspects, and you are prone to making a fool of yourself.

In order not to affect her son's image, she began to enroll in classes to learn some etiquette courses.

However, there are too many courses to learn, and I have to fill my daily schedule.

...

Seeing that both of them had their own lives and pursuits, Luo Xiu could finally feel at ease to devote himself to his career.

The next thing to do will be the most difficult, most challenging, and least confident thing to accomplish since rebirth.

That is the war on mobile payments.

People always have to break out of their comfort zone and challenge greater difficulties.

It doesn’t make any sense to abuse vegetables in the bronze area.

If done, many plans in the future will be twice the result with half the effort.

If it is not done, then your ambition may be reduced.

Therefore, he must devote himself to this matter wholeheartedly and do his best to strive for it.
Chapter completed!