The next afternoon, Shen Xiaobei brought a box of snacks to visit Lin Aili's house and told her the good news that she was pregnant with twins.

After hearing this, Lin Aili kindly advised her, "Xiaobei, your belly is getting bigger. Godmother will visit you more often in the future. You should rest more at home."

"Godmother, it's okay. The doctor told me to go out for a walk more often. You're alone at home during the day, and I'm alone too. I'm happy to come and talk to you, as long as you don't find me annoying!"

"Silly child, how could Godmother find you annoying? Godmother wishes you would come and talk to me every day! Oh, by the way, I made some sweet soup at noon. I'll go to the kitchen to heat it up and serve you a bowl. Please sit down first."

"Godmother, no thanks, I'm not hungry."

"You're eating for three people now, so even if you're not hungry, you should drink a bowl. Sit in the room for a while, and I'll serve it to you in a moment."

"Well, alright then, thank you for your hard work, godmother!"

Lin Aili enthusiastically went to the kitchen to heat up the sugar water. Shen Xiaobei was heavy and did feel a little tired, so he sat down in the room and picked up a pile of newspapers on the table to read.

This pile of newspapers contains the People's Daily from recent days. She had seen it before when she came to Lin Aili's house.

However, every time I came, I either talked to Lin Aili about making clothes, accompanied her to the vegetable garden, cooked with her, or drank tea and chatted with her. I rarely had the opportunity to read the newspaper alone at her house.

Today she picked it up and glanced at it, and noticed that a page had the People's Daily's call for papers printed on it, and the mailing address for submissions was also written on the information.

Shen Xiaobei couldn’t help but feel a little excited.

The pregnancy period was long, and she had nothing to do. It was inconvenient to go to the county town. Duan Xichuan didn't let her do physical work, and she didn't want to do any physical work herself.

Isn’t this perfect? ​​She can use this time to write and submit some articles.

It’s not tiring anyway.

It can be used as a way to pass the time during pregnancy, and if the manuscript is accepted, I can also earn some royalties, which is really killing two birds with one stone.

Shen Xiaobei then excitedly looked at the articles outside the political section and found that some of the essays and short stories published there were completely capable of her writing.

And as long as you put your heart into it and write more, you may be able to write better than some of the authors mentioned above.

"Xiaobei, the sweet soup is here. Today, my godmother cooked red dates and longan soup. Drink some to warm you up!"

"Thank you, Godmother. Xiaobei is so lucky. I don't know how much sweet soup I've had from you lately!"

"Hahaha, didn't Godmother also eat a lot of delicious food you made? It's because Godmother eats more, so Godmother is lucky. Come, drink slowly, be careful of the heat!"

Lin Aili brought the sugar water to Shen Xiaobei. Shen Xiaobei picked up the spoon and took a sip. It was a little hot, so he put the spoon back into the bowl and prepared to drink it later.

"Godmother, can I take these newspapers back and read them? I'll return them to you after I'm done."

"Of course you can. If you want to read it, just take it home and read it. You don't have to send it back. Your godfather often brings these newspapers back. There are plenty of them at home. He has read all the important news in them and probably won't read them again. Feel free to take them back."

"Well, thank you, godmother. Please also thank godfather for me!"

"Why is this kid so formal? It's just a few newspapers."

"Hehe, I have to thank my godmother and godfather too. This newspaper is a treasure to me!"

Seeing that he could take all the newspapers back, Shen Xiaobei was very happy. After drinking the sugar water and chatting with Lin Aili for a while, he took the stack of newspapers back to his residence.

After returning, she carefully studied the tone of the essays and novels published there.

After confirming what kind of writing style the newspaper editor liked, I immediately took out paper and pen and started writing the first draft.

Her first manuscript was an essay about family affection, based on the relationship between her and her sister Shen Mingzhu.

If this article is accepted, Shen Xiaobei decided to write essays in this style for a while.

In her mind, there were so many essays that could be written to suit the tone of this newspaper.

The love between family members, friends, neighbors, husband and wife, insights into life, etc., all of which she has experienced since she went to the countryside, she can write them down in a fluent manner.

This was not difficult at all for her, a modern college student who had read many essay collections of famous modern and contemporary teachers, read countless inspirational articles on her mobile phone, and even written novels.

However, since it is the first article, you naturally cannot underestimate it. You still need to spend more time to polish it carefully.

After Shen Xiaobei finished writing the first draft in the afternoon, he put the manuscript into the space, planning to take it out and revise it slowly during the day tomorrow.

Before the manuscript was published, she didn't want anyone to know about it, including Duan Xichuan.

After all, no matter how confident she is, if she makes a mistake and the manuscript is not accepted, she will be embarrassed. Shen Xiaobei doesn't want to make such a fool of herself.

If you want to do it, just do it quietly by yourself, and then surprise everyone, hahaha!

Shen Xiaobei admitted that she was indeed a face-loving and vain woman.

She thinks that having this weakness is not a bad thing. Sometimes, weaknesses can spur a person to work harder and make progress.

After spending more than a day polishing the first draft, Shen Xiaobei sent it out along with letters to Chen Shenshan, Shen Mingzhu, Fan Huifang and others.

After sending the manuscript, she didn't just sit there and wait.

Instead, she started writing the second and third manuscripts. However, she was not in a hurry to send the latter manuscripts. She wanted to wait until there was news about the first manuscript before sending it.

Duan Xichuan came back every day these days and found that Shen Xiaobei seemed to be busy with something without telling him.

I couldn't help but ask curiously: "Girl, did you do something behind my back during the day? Why do I feel like you seem a little abnormally happy these past few days?"

"Really? How am I abnormally happy?"

"You're still saying no? The way you're laughing now is a little abnormal! Tell me, do you have any secrets?"

"As expected of an old soldier, his nose is sharper than a dog's!"

"As for secrets, I do have one or two. However, since they are secrets, I naturally cannot tell them casually. Wait a few days, wait a few days, and if I can tell you, I will tell you naturally!"

"You little bitch, you're comparing your husband to a dog again, and you're keeping secrets from him. You're getting bolder and bolder. No, you have to tell me now, or your husband won't let you off easily tonight."

"Hate it, you're threatening me with this again! But it's no use threatening me. If I don't want to tell you, I won't tell you. I have principles!"

"Stinky girl, you have principles, and your husband also has principles, so are you going to tell me?"

"Don't tell me! Your principle is to be overbearing to me, right?"

"That's right, my husband's principle is to be overbearing with you..."

“Hmm—”

Although Duan Xichuan kissed him greedily on this ground, Shen Xiaobei still adhered to his principles and did not tell him about his submission.