Chapter 138 Not Everyone Can Be Mu Yue

When he got home, he happened to see Xia Bai and Ding Hai leaving his house. These boys' homes were not far from hers, and they basically liked to stay at their house except for school and sleeping time.

Although Wen Chi was careless, he was still quite prestigious among the brothers, and the young men all obeyed him.

After finishing his homework, Wen Chi was still playing games. When he saw Wen Qiao, he took off his headphones and said, "There is another person in our school who has similar symptoms to me."

"Really? ptsd? How did he get this disease?"

"His family seems to have some money. His father passed away when he was six or seven years old, and he suffered from post-traumatic stress syndrome after that. But his family doesn't seem to think it is a disease. His mother is very strict and does not allow others to talk to her. She mentioned that her son was sick and refused to see a doctor or take medicine."

Wen Qiao was a little worried: "Something will happen if this continues."

Wen Chi shrugged: "I think so too."

I thought in my heart, fortunately they have a good sister.

"how have you been?"

Wen Chi: "I feel like the medicine is working. I'm really not as irritable as before."

Wen Qiao nodded: "Well, that's good."

He touched Wen Mo's head again: "What about you?"

Wen Mo also nodded, which meant that his recent state was also good.

Wen Qiao had more expectations. Xiao Mo hadn't spoken for many years. Even if he was willing to speak, he would still have to overcome many difficulties in speaking out.

But as long as the psychological barriers are overcome, the difficulties in that area are trivial.

Su Yun was busy with dinner, and the family ate around the small table.

She glanced at Wen Qiao and said, "Your uncle's family bought a house with a loan."

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Our family is the only one who dares to borrow money from his family? If you can't borrow money from us, you can only get a loan from a bank? He's not very popular."

Wen Chi suppressed a laugh.

Su Yun glanced at her: "You girl, you are so talkative."

Wen Qiao shrugged: "Mom, I call it a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. You have to learn from me. We can't treat everyone equally, you know?"

"I can't help you, girl. Su Lei's wedding date has been decided. It will be early December. We will go to the wedding together then."

Wen Qiao: "Did our ruthless uncle invite you?"

Su Yun wanted to pinch her face: "Speak politely, they asked us to go, they intend to interact with us."

Wen Qiao snorted softly, "It really is true to that sentence. When you are poor in the busy city, no one cares about you, but when you are rich in the mountains, you have distant relatives."

"Go ahead, we are relatives after all, let's have a drink and be a favor."

Wen Qiao pouted: "Let's talk about it then."

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Xu Lu checked her mailbox dozens of times a day. She was originally full of confidence, but the longer she waited, the less confident she felt.

After waiting for a week, I received an email from Song Hao of Haimao Records.

Her heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she opened the email nervously.

[Thank you for your submission. The music you currently composed does not fit well with the style of our company’s singers. I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future. Thank you - Hai Mao Song Hao. ]

Xu Lu's heart suddenly sank. She felt that she was humiliated by the other party for not liking her music.

She gritted her teeth. It was obvious that you didn't know the product, and something didn't fit well. Haimao was not the only record company. If Haimao didn't accept it, other companies would naturally accept it.

Reluctantly, she cast a wide net and invested in several well-known record companies on the market.

Those small companies reply to emails quickly, but their words are not as tactful as Haimao's.

[Sorry, your composition level is not very good, our company will not adopt it]

[The style is too old and the market will not accept it]

[It’s a bit different, traditional is not traditional enough, and popular is not popular enough. Sorry, our company does not need this style of music]

Xu Lu almost collapsed.