Abstract Art Award Winner

Chapter 25 Let's talk about our own things. I call you aunt and you call me brother.

In the end, Zhou Le accepted the red envelope.

However, the completion of the film means that the hotel can no longer be occupied.

Fortunately, Yu Qian had said before that he could take Zhou Le in.

But Zhou Le originally thought that he lived at the horse farm, because when he listened to crosstalk in the past, he always felt that the other party lived at the horse farm when they had nothing to do. He thought that there were not only many small animals there, but also several large villas.

As a result, when moving, Yu Qian directly called a moving company.

He moved all of Zhou Le's luggage into the car, then threw the car keys to Zhou Le, told him the address and let Zhou Le drive.

Following the map navigation, Zhou Le finally arrived at a residential area.

"Godfather, this is..."

"My home."

"Do you usually live here?"

"No, I don't live here. I usually live somewhere else. This is just a house I bought before."

Zhou Le finally understood that what Yu Qian said before about there being more room at home was not quite accurate. A more accurate statement should be that I still have many houses.

The house is in an old brick-concrete neighborhood, but the yard is very clean.

After going up to the third floor and entering the house, I found that it was fully furnished with everything I needed for life.

"You can live here from now on. We can talk about it when you buy your own house or when you get tired of living here. Anyway, I can't live in all these houses myself. If you want to live here forever, that's fine. Being an artist means traveling all over the world and having no fixed place to live."

Zhou Le nodded: "Thank you, godfather. I'll move out when I make money and buy a house."

"Haha, it's okay, no need to worry."

Not long after, the truck arrived and Zhou Le's things were moved into the house.

Afterwards, Zhou Le seriously invited Yu Qian to have lunch.

Regardless of his status, Zhou Le should do this both morally and logically, but doing so is far from enough.

Afterwards, Yu Qian took Zhou Le back home again.

Zhou Le met Yu Qian’s two sons, who would become his younger brothers in the future.

Both of them looked at Zhou Le curiously.

It’s just that Yu Siyang is ten years old now, and his youngest son Yu Gengyin is only three years old.

Yu Qian's wife looks gentle, virtuous and down-to-earth.

However, Zhou Le quickly became friends with Yu Siyang.

Because a mobile game called Honor of Kings was just launched last year, Zhou Le also had it on his phone. He sat on the sofa and played it, while Yu Siyang watched with great interest.

After playing a round, Zhou Le handed the phone to the other party, then hugged Yu Gengyin and watched from the side.

Helped me choose a character called Luban No. 7.

Yu Qian and his wife Bai Huimin were very pleased to see Zhou Le become friends with the two children so quickly.

"This kid is pretty good. Although he seems a little weird sometimes, he is actually very down-to-earth and smart. He can learn anything quickly. Compared with Dalinzi, I think he is more suitable for crosstalk." Yu Qian sighed.

Bai Huimin rolled her eyes at her husband after hearing this and said, "Stop causing trouble for others. Being an actor is good enough. Didn't you say that Dalinzi is leaning towards this side too?"

"Yeah, he's filming right now."

After Zhou Le played with the two children for a while, Yu Qian called him to the study.

"Le'er, I've made all the arrangements to adopt you as my godson. I've seen that the day after tomorrow is a good day. We'll hold a ceremony at the hotel, and after that, we'll go to Africa."

Zhou Le nodded: "I'm ready too. Director Wu Jing has also arranged my passport and other things. I've also asked Brother Yue about the procedures. I will definitely not embarrass you when the time comes."

"It's okay. It's normal to be nervous. I just want to tell you."

"I asked the crew before and ordered a set of clothes for you. It's at home now. You can try it on later. There's nothing else to do."

Zhou Le really felt the warmth of home here.

Although it was the first time I met my stepmother Bai Huimin, she was very enthusiastic and suggested that I stay here for the night.

There is a spare room at home anyway.

Zhou Le also agreed to it.

After dinner, Zhou Le began to teach Yu Siyang how to do homework. Fortunately, the homework here was normal, so Zhou Le had no pressure in teaching.

At night, lying on the bed.

The surroundings were unfamiliar, yet I felt comfortable.

"This is home."

"Although I had to beg for this place, it is at least a home." Zhou Le thought to himself.

But after a while, Zhou Le's phone vibrated.

I picked it up and saw that it was a WeChat message from Guli Nazha.

"Have you slept yet?" "No."

Zhou Le looked at the time, it was just past twelve and one.

"If you have nothing to do, come out tomorrow."

"Where to go?"

"Never mind. I'll give you an address and you can come over at 9:30 am."

"Ok."

After Zhou Le agreed, he prepared to close the chat box.

As a result, Nazha sent another message.

"By the way, I saw you playing games this afternoon. How could you refuse me when I invited you?"

Zhou Le: "???"

"Have it?"

"Yes, I invited you several times, but you always rejected me!"

"That should be Siyang's play. He refused it because he didn't know who it was."

Naza: “?”

"Who is Siyang? Which girl did you lend your account to again?"

"Don't do it, that's my godfather's eldest son."

"Oh, Brother Qian, that's fine, but I have a question. I'm Brother Qian, and he's your godfather. Doesn't that mean there's a generation gap between us?"

Zhou Le hesitated for two seconds and said, "It's okay, let's talk about our own things."

"I call you aunt, and you call me brother."

Naza: “???”

"Aunt?"

Zhou Le quickly sent a screenshot of the chat interface.

Guli Nazha saw that Zhou Le had changed her note to "Auntie".

"Are you right?"

"What's wrong?" Zhou Le said, but then sent another message: "Alright, stop talking, log in and queue for two games."

After entering the game, Zhou Le created a team for Nazha.

After going on the mic, Nazha asked, "You're not sleeping so late, aren't you afraid that your skin will get worse? Even though you're a guy, there will definitely be a lot of reporters watching you."

Zhou Le: "What are you afraid of? I worked so hard on the filming, what's wrong with rewarding myself with a few late nights after filming?"

"That makes sense, but I heard that staying up late is a form of chronic death."

Zhou Le smiled: "It's a slow death, but it's also a happy life. Just tell me whether playing games is happy or not."

Three o'clock in the morning.

"I'm not happy. I'm so annoyed. I shouldn't have listened to you playing games. I lost all night and it's already three o'clock!"

Zhou Le was helpless: "You can't blame me, I always play C, but I can't do anything if my teammates are not good enough, and there is also your Diao Chan"

"What's wrong with Diao Chan?" Guli Nazha asked back.

"The skin is really beautiful. You are really rich. Unlike me, all my skins are free. It feels boring to use them." Zhou Le said with a sigh.

"Skin, right? Just wait."

Ten seconds later.

Zhou Le’s message bar began to flash.

When I clicked on it, I saw that Nazha was giving away her own skin.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you skin. Didn't you say you didn't have any?"

“Actually, it’s okay if you don’t have it.”

"How can that be? Her skin feels good, and you call me aunt, don't you? I can't let you call me that for nothing."

Just like that for more than ten minutes.

Zhou Le received all the skins that could be bought and the heroes that were not available.

The account instantly transformed from a clean, loser account into a rich account with all heroes and skins.

And Zhou Le finally understood why so many people like to live off women.

Really cool.

(End of this chapter)