Starting from January 9th, a sad atmosphere shrouded the compound every day.
The logistics department staff distributed black armbands to each family member. Everyone wore solemn clothes every day, rarely gathered together to chat, and children rarely played in the compound.
Wang Yishan and Rao Junxia had nothing to do, so they rarely came to visit Shen Xiaobei.
As for the sounds of bed boards that could be heard at night, they all disappeared spontaneously.
This atmosphere continued until the Lunar New Year at the end of the month.
No one discussed buying New Year's goods, no one discussed making new clothes for the children, and no one even discussed going home for the New Year.
As for the couplets that are posted a few days before the Chinese New Year every year, they have been changed from red couplets in previous years to white couplets.
Duan Xichuan also quietly gave up his plan to take Shen Xiaobei out for a walk during the Spring Festival holiday, because he didn't have any leave to take during the Spring Festival this year.
It was the first time that Shen Xiaobei deeply realized that the death of someone who was not her relative could bring such deep and long-lasting sadness to her and to so many people in the world.
Except for the naive children, many people in the compound couldn't help but have tears in their eyes whenever they thought of it or heard someone mention it.
Everyone's emotions were moved by the same deceased great man.
Only time can slowly ease such emotions.
However, for Shen Xiaobei, writing can help her divert and alleviate her grief.
At the beginning of the new year, she began to write the manuscript of her second book. The death of the great man touched her heart, and the fate of a little girl as insignificant as dust also touched her heart.
Regardless of identity and status, every life is equal and worthy of every writer's pen and ink to write with heart.
Shen Xiaobei wrote the second manuscript very fluently, and she wrote so much that she wet the draft paper on the table with tears several times.
Sometimes when she is having so much fun writing, she still wants to continue writing in the evening.
However, Duan Xichuan was afraid that she would damage her eyes, so he didn't let her write at night.
When the rhythm of life and daily atmosphere of their small family gradually returned to the same as before, one night before going to bed, Shen Xiaobei seemed to be in a good mood.
Duan Xichuan finally couldn't help but ask a question that had been on his mind for a while.
He took Shen Xiaobei into his arms and asked tentatively: "Girl, I still remember that New Year's Eve, when you talked about an elder who was in poor health and had not much time left, you suddenly cried sadly. I have always wanted to ask, who is that elder, do I know him?"
"It's been over two months. Why are you asking now? Go to sleep!"
"Girl, it's fine if you don't tell me who this elder is. Also, why did you say that night that we'd know in a few days whether this year is a special year or not?"
"Girl, what does this mean? Why do you say this year is a special year?"
"Did I say something like that? Why don't I remember? Oh, I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep, why are you being so long-winded?"
"Girl, don't try to cover up your mistake by sleeping!"
"This has been on my mind for a long time. The more I think about it, the more bizarre it seems. Why do I feel like the elder you're talking about is the one who passed away this year?"
"Also, why do I feel like you knew he would die this year? Girl, could you be observing the celestial phenomena or calculating with your fingers or something?"
"Hey, Duan Xichuan, are you annoying? I'm really sleepy and don't want to answer your questions!"
"If you really must have an answer, then fine, just think of yourself as marrying a fortune teller. Is that okay?"
"Girl——"
"Stop, I want to go to bed!"
Duan Xichuan wanted to ask more, but Shen Xiaobei pulled the quilt up, covered his head, and ignored him.
Before Duan Xichuan asked her this question, Wang Yisan had actually pressed her on it three times in the past few days. Every time, she just gritted her teeth and gave a perfunctory answer.
Finally, Wang Yisan felt that if she pressed the issue further, she would not be able to get any new answers, so she stopped making things difficult for her.
The two people's questioning of her also made Shen Xiaobei realize that it would be better to keep the things she would predict strictly confidential in the future.
Don't let others see any clues and think she is weird.
After all, this is still an extraordinary period. Extraordinary words and actions, and extraordinary people, are potentially unsafe and are not good for yourself or your family.
Be patient and wait until the ten-year movement is over and the spring breeze of reform and opening up blows.
At that time, people had much more freedom of speech and action, and perhaps she could tell Duan Xichuan some seemingly mysterious things half seriously and half jokingly.
But now, it is definitely inappropriate.
So, I could only give him a perfunctory treatment and let him wonder and be confused on his own.
Shen Xiaobei thinks that this might be a good thing. In the love secrets of some emotional experts in modern society, don’t they often say that women who maintain a certain sense of mystery will be more attractive to men?
Thinking of this, she suddenly had inspiration for the third book!
For her third book, she still plans to write a novel, but this time, she wants to write a marriage story that combines reality and romance.
The story was adapted based on several couples she knew.
With the idea for the third book, the second one, Shen Xiaobei accelerated his writing speed.
In early May, she completed the final draft and sent it directly to the publishing house's Editor-in-Chief Ni. Editor-in-Chief Ni spent a day reading the novel she wrote in one breath.
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