It would have been better if she hadn't said anything. As soon as she said it, Liu Rumeng immediately threw herself into her arms.
"Awang, I miss my mother."
With just these words, Lin Huowang didn't ask any more questions and hugged her tightly.
Patting her back gently, he comforted her again: "Mengmeng, if you miss your mother, then find time to go back to Shanghai to see her! If it's convenient for you, I'll go with you. If it's not convenient, you can go back first."
Lin Huowang’s consideration was quite thoughtful; he knew the characteristics of Shanghai people very well.
No matter how open-minded Liu Rumeng's mother is, she probably can't accept that her daughter suddenly married a farmer in a rural area in Northeast China, right?
"Well! Awang, you are so nice."
Liu Rumeng nodded and bit her lip.
She knew Lin Huowang's good intentions and was deeply touched.
This is how it is between husband and wife. Many things don't need to be said out loud. A look or a brief word are enough to complete the long-winded communication between ordinary people.
"Silly girl, you are my wife. If I don't treat you well, who can I treat well?"
Holding Liu Rumeng in his arms was like holding a wounded deer. Lin Huowang hugged her even tighter with great heartache.
Liu Rumeng also enjoyed the feeling of being deeply loved. She calmed down a little and wiped away her tears.
However, he found that some of his tears had spilled onto the manuscript paper, blurring out some of the handwriting, so he hurried to help Lin Huowang organize the manuscript.
"Awang, the words in the manuscript are all blurred. I'll help you copy one tomorrow! We'll keep this manuscript. I want it. Is that okay?"
Liu Rumeng held the manuscript with great care and spoke seriously.
"Of course you can. You are my wife, and even I am yours. You can have whatever you want."
Lin Huowang said as a matter of course.
“But, Awang, I just told you in the evening that the latter part of ‘Drawing Sword’ involves stories from a special period, and no magazine would dare to take the risk of publishing it for you.
Why did you write another article called "Scars" right away? "
After Liu Rumeng put away the manuscript, she asked in confusion.
Lin Huowang smiled and made a throwing gesture, and replied: "Mengmeng, you don't understand! I'm just throwing a stone to ask for directions.
In order to publish my "Drawing Sword" smoothly, I first wrote some short novels about special periods, and the plots were not as serious as those in "Drawing Sword".
This way, the possibility of the magazine publishing it is higher.
As long as there are more works like this, they will form a trend of reflecting on special times.
Naturally, this will attract the attention of the higher authorities, and thus provide thorough and specific guidance to the literary and art circles on what kind of literary works of special periods can be published and what kind cannot.
By then, my “Drawing Sword” will be ready to be released.”
Lin Huowang told his plan without reservation.
Liu Rumeng's eyes were shining as she looked at the man in front of her who was a mastermind and full of talent and wisdom.
"Awang, you are really smart. Moreover, once your article "Scars" is published, it will immediately trigger the creation of more literary works of the scar type.
By then, you will be the pioneer of this kind of literary work!"
Liu Rumeng was very excited. Not to mention that she was a literature and art lover, the article "Scars" written by Lin Huowang itself touched her deeply. She also sincerely hoped that this article "Scars" could be seen by more people.
"Yes! This is exactly what I think. Tomorrow, after you finish copying the manuscript, we will go to the commune to mail it out. I hope it can be published in the next issue of People's Literature.
However, this is not my Scar. I think this is the common scar of our generation.”
Lin Huowang nodded, then glanced at Liu Rumeng, who was in tears just now.
She really makes people want to protect her. What else is there to regret when you have a wife like this?
Suddenly!
Liu Rumeng is not ready yet!
Lin Huowang picked her up and walked straight to the bed.
After all, I haven’t seen my wife for two days, and she’s been eating tiger meat, tiger blood, etc., which is very hot!
"Ah! Awang, what are you doing? I am so... so moved!"
"Then I'll put you down?"
"Hm? No!"
"Don't want what? Don't want to hold you, or don't want to put you down?"
“No no!”
"When a girl says no, she really means she wants..."
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The oil lamps flickered at night, but the spring scenery could not be turned off...
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