How can I do better than my mother? Why spend that money? Awang, let's save all this money. Save more. You will need to marry another wife in the future..."
Instinctively saying this, Lin's mother quickly stopped and looked at Lin Huowang's expression.
She was afraid that mentioning this kind of thing would hurt her son.
Unexpectedly, Lin Huowang didn't care at all. He smiled and patted his mother's shoulder and said, "Mom! Don't worry, do you think I, Lin Huowang, will not be able to find a wife?
Besides! Don’t you already have a daughter-in-law? It’s Mengmeng!
Don't worry, I will find Mengmeng back soon."
After comforting his mother with a few words, Lin Huowang felt a little sleepy, so he washed his face and went back to the inner room to prepare for bed.
only……
As soon as he sat down, Lin Huowang saw several packages and a letter on the bedside table.
The package contained letters from readers of Poetry Magazine and People's Literature, but that single letter was a bit eye-catching.
"Oh? It seems that what Brother Wen Zheng said is right. The drama actress named Gong Xue from Beijing really wrote to me again."
Lin Huowang picked up the envelope and saw that it was indeed from the Beijing Drama Troupe...
"Eh? Wait! Why is the postmark on this letter a bit strange? It seems to be missing the stamp from the capital..."
Lin Huowang was able to see everything clearly at a glance. He slowly tore open the envelope, opened the letter inside and started reading.
The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the words on the letter paper were inexplicably familiar.
He quickly opened the drawer and found the manuscript of "Drawing Sword" that his wife Liu Rumeng had copied for him. He compared the words in it with those on the letter paper.
Although the handwriting in the two manuscripts was completely different, Lin Huowang keenly discovered that the two completely different handwritings had surprisingly similar habits in the writing of certain strokes.
For example, in the character "旺" (Wang) in Lin Huowang's name, the last horizontal stroke of the radical "王" (Wang), Lin Huowang knew that his wife Liu Rumeng would habitually make a small hook when writing this horizontal stroke.
If ordinary people don't pay attention, including Liu Rumeng herself, they may not notice this.
But Lin Huowang clearly remembered this little detail in his mind, so it was no wonder that when he read the letter from "Gong Xue" just now, he felt more and more familiar.
Now, after a detailed comparison, Lin Huowang is even more certain that this letter and the manuscript were definitely written by the same person, his wife Liu Rumeng.
Although Liu Rumeng tried her best to imitate another handwriting, the small details in the strokes betrayed her.
"Oh my god! It's true, this...what on earth is going on?
Why, why is the letter Gong Xue wrote to me in... in Mengmeng's handwriting?"
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