Liu Rumeng answered first: "Thank you, Aunt Zhao, but I am definitely not worthy of your nephew. After all, when I came back from the countryside, I had just divorced my husband in the countryside."
Wow!
Even Guo Linxian didn't expect that her daughter would talk about the divorce right at the entrance of the alley as soon as she came back.
The other elderly neighbors also widened their eyes with an expression of disbelief on their faces.
But then they had an expression of "as expected", as if they had some guesses in their minds.
However, as Guo Linxian and her daughter were still here, they just exchanged glances without saying anything explicitly.
"Meng Meng!"
Guo Linxian was also caught off guard by her daughter's words.
He quickly pushed her and pulled her back to his home.
After the mother and daughter left, the old Shanghai aunts immediately gathered together to gossip.
"I knew it! She was a little girl who went to the countryside, but she came back with a rosy face. She must have married the son of the local production team leader."
"That's right! That's right! You didn't see it just now, but Director Guo's face immediately turned very ugly. Haha! I'm afraid he went to the countryside to visit his daughter these few days and found out that his daughter married a local farmer, so he was so angry that his liver hurt."
"What a pity! Mengmeng originally had such a good family background! Her father was a general who founded the country, and her mother was a capitalist lady.
But she couldn't keep her promise and couldn't bear the hardship of going to the countryside, so she married a local farmer.
Even if I return to Shanghai now, I’m still a second-married rag-and-bone bastard, worthless!”
“Just now I wanted to introduce her to my nephew! Fortunately, they didn’t agree. Mengmeng is young and innocent, so she told the truth.
Otherwise, they hid the fact that they were married, and we couldn't go to the Northeast countryside to investigate, so who would know this?"
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As soon as Guo Linxian entered the house, she immediately locked the door and angrily questioned Liu Rumeng: "Mengmeng! Why did you tell others about your divorce? Mom still has some dignity. And how can you...get married in the future?"
"Why can't I say this? It's the truth! Mom, don't introduce me to anyone. I can't have children. Even if you marry me to a good family, I will still be despised and kicked out in the end."
As she spoke, Liu Rumeng tightly held her mother's arm and said to her, "I will stay by your side for the rest of my life, and we will never be apart again, okay?"
"You! You! I really can't do anything with you."
After hearing her daughter's coquettish behavior, Guo Linxian could only smile helplessly.
Then she hurried to pack up and cook. The mother and daughter had not had dinner yet, so Guo Linxian planned to cook some noodles.
Liu Rumeng returned to the small room and looked at the only bed. Everything was still the same as it had been a few years ago.
But she, who came back, was completely changed.
If it were half a year ago, Liu Rumeng would probably wake up laughing in her dreams if she could return to Shanghai and be with her mother.
But now she has left the Northeast, left that small Linjiagou Production Brigade, that warm Lin family courtyard, and that embrace that held her tightly.
Liu Rumeng felt very uncomfortable. She pursed her lips and took a forced breath to prevent herself from crying.
In order to relieve her emotions, Liu Rumeng chose to keep herself busy.
She quickly put down her luggage and took out the items one by one.
Only a few pieces of clothing and some...manuscripts.
Yes!
Whether it is "Scars" or "Drawing Sword" written by Lin Huowang.
The handwritten manuscripts were all brought back by Liu Rumeng as souvenirs.
When Liu Rumeng was bored at home before, she copied several copies of "Scars" and "Drawing Sword" for Lin Huowang as backup.
Because they couldn't guarantee 100% that "Scars" could be published in this issue of "People's Literature".
"Awang, I will keep the manuscripts of your two novels with me.
Every time I think of them, I will take them out and read them again from the beginning."
Sitting at the table, Liu Rumeng was flipping through two manuscripts, but accidentally dropped a letter from the manuscript of "Drawing Sword".
"This letter? Oh, yes! It seems to have been delivered by the postman a few days ago. It was sent from Beijing, and the recipient was Haizi.
It should have been sent by Awang's reader after he got the address through the editorial department. Since they didn't know Awang's real name, they used Haizi as the recipient.
When I received the letter, I put it on the desk and waited for Awang to come back and open it.
When was it brought here with me inside the manuscript of "Drawing Sword"?
Wait! The address of this letter is... the General Political Department Drama Troupe in Beijing? The sender's name is... Gong Xue?
Why does it look so familiar? "
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