Chapter 567: Chapter 558: The First Fight of the New Year
He carefully put the letter away in his backpack, waiting for the chance to place it with other letters written by the three.
In oneās life, you see many landscapes and many people. Some landscapes can only be seen once, and some people can only be met once. This is inevitable.
But if you like, you can see landscapes multiple times, and meet people several times. Itās great, heās made another friend.
As for Xu Yuezhen, everyone only met her once, but this girl left a very deep impression on him.
Sheās not like Jiang Yu with her tragic resilience, nor like Jiang Mengting with her scummy sudden repentance. Xu Yuezhen is more about regrets.
Compared to the other two women, she has an impressive education background and a more sensitive character. The death of the three seemed to be a knot in her heart, a beam of light shining into her heart.
Even though itās uncertain when sheāll let go, seeing her getting better and better, Su Qing was genuinely happy for her, and agreed with what she said. They... were already friends.
Another person, after the three, has integrated into their little circle.
The sound of fireworks outside was incessant, tapering off only after one in the morning, and he finally received a call from Shen Yi.
"Hey little brother, have you been anxiously waiting? Missing your big sister?"
Lying on the bed, listening to Shen Yiās voice over the phone, Su Qing couldnāt help but smile: "I did, is there a reward?"
"Of course, but shouldnāt you first offer a new year greeting to your sister?"
"Alright then, shall I bow to you? My dad asked me to, and I didnāt. Isnāt that meaningful enough?"
"Get out of here, quickly wish your sister a happy new year!"
"Alright, this is the first time Iām saying happy new year to you. May every year from now on be like this, until we can embrace and sleep on New Yearās. Happy New Year, little... Aunty!" Su Qing laughed.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yi, far away in Anhai City, couldnāt help but shiver, goosebumps rising on her skin: "Eww~~~ thatās so cheesy! But... big sister likes it haha. By the way, Su He sent me a video. You were hugging a bucket of cooking oil? The way you carried an oil drum was hilarious, hahaha!"
Hearing this, Su Qing, who had been acting all sentimental, immediately broke character. He only felt like he was marching ever farther down the road to social death.
Not to mention, he went out running earlier in the night, and probably half the neighborhood knew. By tomorrow, once everyone exchanged news, he guaranteed nearly everyone would know he held a cooking oil bucket this year.
The only good news was that when he returned, he heard the occasional cries from similarly unlucky kids in the neighborhood apparently being chased out by their parents. Though his social embarrassment was severe, it was more acceptable as long as he wasnāt the only one.
"I was forced to!"
"Youāre still talking? My mom almost made me do it too. Luckily, your big sister ran fast. Oh, hereās some good news, I told my parents about us, and they... are quite happy with you."
"Really?"
"Of course, I said lots of good things about you. Have you thought about how youāre going to thank me?"
"Hmm... does feeding you well count?"
"Pfft~ pervert!"
Shen Yiās family agreeing so quickly made him quite happy. After all, many relationships become difficult, even end, because of parental interference. The smoother things are, the better.
Then the two chatted for over half an hour over the phone until they were too sleepy to continue.
Next morning.
"Su He! Su He! Come out, open the door. If I donāt beat you up today, my surname is yours!"
At eight in the morning, Su Qing stood at Su Heās bedroom door, pounding it furiously, scaring the person inside into trembling.
"No way, I wonāt. Mom, help me!"
"Nonsense, no one will save you. Hurry up and delete it!"
"I wonāt. The video went viral, Iām not deleting it!" Su Heās muffled voice came from inside the bedroom.
Just as he was about to break the door open, their mom Zhou Hui came out rubbing her eyes: "Whatās going on? Why are you two yelling so early on the first day of the New Year? Rebelling?"
Hearing this, before he could speak, their dad, Old Su, came out of the kitchen with leftover dumplings from the previous night, smiling: "Oh, isnāt it because your daughter uploaded the video of him carrying a cooking oil jar? It seems to be quite a hit and now your sonās embarrassed and looking for payback."
Upon hearing this, Mom Zhou Hui quickly took out her phone and found the video her daughter had posted in the middle of the night. In just one night, it had over 500,000 likes and 20,000 commentsāa definite viral hit.
When she checked the comments, wow!
"Cracked me up, asking mom to move, as if she could divorce!"
"I thought I was the only one carrying a cooking oil jar last night and felt so embarrassed. Seeing this video, I feel comforted."
"Exactly, I just carried it around in the house. If I had to run outside with it, Iād choose death."
"Iāve seen people carry oil jars, but never motor oil barrels. Learned something new."
"Such a fierce mom, chasing him with a rolling pin, poor Da Qing!"
"Look at the poster, sheās laughing like a goose."
"But isnāt this an exclusive tradition in the Northeast? Isnāt Da Qing from Jiang City?"
"If it works, the tradition can be nationwide!"
"True enough!"
"I carried a jar the year before last, but it was the wrong pickle jar, and I stayed idle all year [covers face]"
"Dang, arenāt these comments more interesting than the Spring Festival Gala skits? Shouldāve skipped it, spent another year making dumplings!"
"Indeed, Da Qing never appears in his own videosāitās a fact!"
The comment section was bustling, and definitely more interesting than the Spring Festival Gala skits.
Moreover, the netizens found a pattern: Su Qing never appears in his own videos; he always makes cameos from othersā perspectives.
When someone pretended to be him previously, he had no choice but to record a video with Li Zijun and Du Qiang to clarify, which had long been deleted.
It can be said that his videos are either beauties or dogs, which is quite nice.
Seeing the comments, especially the first one about moving, Zhou Huiās forehead vein popped, and with three steps turned into two, she kicked her son aside and pounded on Su Heās door:
"Open up, open the door, delete the video for me!"
"Mom, donāt!"
"Why not? This affects my legendary reputation! Open up now!"
Half an hour later, at the dining table.
"Can this video really make money?" Zhou Hui asked curiously.
Su He nodded vigorously: "Yes, mom, just this video gained me tens of thousands of followers overnight. Now I have nine hundred thousand. Get another hundred thousand and Iāll be a million-follower influencer, and the ad revenue will definitely increase."
"I see..."
"Mom, how about I give you all the income from my next ad?"
"Deal!"
Indeed, her mother had a strong inclination towards money over face.
"Mom, can you tolerate this?" Su Qing incited, trying to get their mom to act.
"I can tolerate it!"
Su Qing: ...
To this, Su He showed a mischievous smile of having succeeded: "Thatās what you get for fooling me!"
"How did I fool you?"
"You told me to repost the Wandering Earth promo and promised a red envelope, and what happened?"
"Didnāt I give it to you? Did that red envelope feed the dogs?" Su Qing retorted defensively.
Hearing this, Su He was furious, gasping: "You dare to, giving me only 200 yuan while I get at least 10,000 per ad now? Are you conning your sister?"
"Ask mom and dad then, they each only gave me 100. If they had given me 1,000 each, I wouldāve given you 2,000." Su Qing threw up his hands, talking like a complete rascal.
Su He: (č¹ēæč¹)
Zhou Hui: ...
Old Su: ...