Sure enough, Qin Che's eyes gradually became moist as he touched the brand new dictionary.
"Mom, An An, I will definitely write well!"
He looked at his family members who always cared about him, his voice choked with sobs, and spoke solemnly as if he was taking an oath.
From today on, Qin Che completely immersed himself in the sea of books, often reading until late at night, and writing manuscripts all night when inspiration came.
Among the stack of newspapers that Qin Anan brought back to him, there were newspapers from many different newspaper companies, and each of them was in dire need of manuscripts.
Qin Che quickly determined the style of each newspaper by reading articles in the newspapers and wrote articles accordingly.
Every time Qin Che wrote a manuscript, Qin Anan sat beside him, looking at his elder brother with a smile.
It was only the 1980s, and Jin Yong and Aunt Qiong were not yet popular.
Perhaps, her elder brother can seize the opportunity and become a great writer on par with the big names!
Every time his little sister looked at him happily, Qin Che always felt endless motivation and inspiration.
It was as if there was a little fairy standing beside him, always giving him strength.
However, that’s all in the past.
Today is Saturday, and tomorrow is a big day for the Qin family as they will marry off their daughter.
Tonight, the Qin family next door has set up a stage. The suona band that they hired for fifty yuan is in place and has started playing music, announcing to the whole village that the Qin family is going to marry their daughter off tomorrow.
The tradition of weddings in Xingwang Town is to hold a banquet the night before the wedding. At this time, all relatives and friends from all over the country will come to congratulate the couple with gifts.
These gifts are usually loose biscuits, cloth, or a bed sheet, two pillowcases... They are not too expensive, just a token of your thoughtfulness.
Fu Hongmei took her daughter and stood at the door of the main hall to welcome guests. She had collected half a sack of biscuits, but no matter how long she waited, Feng Jingrou never came to congratulate her.
"Jiaojiao, is your Third Aunt really so cruel that she doesn't want to associate with us anymore?" Fu Hongmei said with a look of grievance, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just heard by the villagers who came to congratulate her.
Qin Yunjiao understood what her mother meant and immediately sobbed softly, "Aunt San really doesn't want me as her niece anymore? Grandma was confused and bullied her, but I have always respected her. Why would she ignore me? Wuuwuwu..."
When several aunts and sisters saw the mother and daughter like this, they immediately surrounded them and tried to comfort them while at the same time finding fault with Feng Jingrou.
As they were talking, someone volunteered to go to Feng Jingrou's house to mediate.
So, this kind of scene appeared in Feng Jingrou's house.
Several aunts rushed into the house and saw Feng Jingrou sitting in the yard knitting a sweater. The sweater was made of bright colors, soft wool, and extremely fashionable patterns and styles. The aunts were so envious that they couldn't take their eyes off it.
I instantly forgot the purpose of this trip.
You and I were talking one after another, all praising Feng Jingrou for her good knitting skills.
Fu Hongmei calculated the time at home and estimated that the aunts had persuaded them enough, so she took out a bag of the cheapest biscuits from the sack and took Qin Yunjiao to Feng Jingrou's house.
Before she even entered the house, she shouted, "Fifth Aunt, Second Aunt, please don't embarrass Jingrou. It was my fault as your sister-in-law before. I'm here to apologize to Jingrou!"
Feng Jingrou:...What’s going on?
Aunts and ladies: I feel like Fu Hongmei is stabbing me in the back.
Qin Anan: [vocal, the weasel comes to pay New Year's greetings to the chicken? ]
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