She was resting today, and she revised it over and over again at home, finally getting that heart-pounding climax.

Lin Yuyao looked over the ending of the previous volume again and again and nodded with satisfaction.

If I keep this hook and can't read the next volume, I will feel very uncomfortable.

After finishing, she carefully put the notebook into a file bag and went downstairs to send it by city express.

As soon as I went down the stairwell, I ran into Fu Huaiyi.

I haven't seen him for a long time, almost a month.

Where did he go to survive the catastrophe? Why is he so skinny and dark from the sun?

Lin Yuyao was stunned for a moment, "Brother Fu? You... have you been on a mission again recently?"

"Yeah." Fu Huaiyi touched his face and it seemed a little rough.

She won't give up, right?

Fu Huaiyi leaned sideways unnaturally, like a peacock with its feathers shed, and felt a little inferior in front of her.

"I took on a mission that took me nearly a month. It was not very convenient to eat and live in the mountains."

“That was quite hard.”

Fu Huaiyi chuckled and said, "The hard work is done by the young. We are the young ones now. We just need to endure for a few more years."

That is true.

This was the case with Lu Jiangting in his previous life. When he was young, he did a lot of hard and dangerous work. Later, when he was older and had more experience, he lived a very comfortable life.

"Yaoyao, are you going out?"

"Yes." Lin Yuyao waved the file bag in her hand and said with a smile, "I have to send the manuscript to the publishing house."

Fu Huaiyi: "I remember Yunhua Publishing House is in this city. Do I still need to send it?"

"It's in this city, but it's not very convenient for us to get there. I have to change trains several times. It took me at least four hours to go there and back." Lin Yuyao said embarrassedly, "I'm a little lazy and don't want to go this far."

The key is that the cost of transportation is more expensive than the postage.

It costs a lot of money and takes a lot of effort, and the buses these days are so crowded that they can kill people.

Although it was October, it was still a bit hot and she didn't want to suffer that.

Fu Huaiyi understood, "That's indeed a problem. Do you want to go? If you want to go, I'll take you there. I'll drive here."

"No, I don't want to go."

"Then... I'll go to the post office with you."

But when she saw the dark circles under his eyes, it seemed that he hadn't had a good sleep for a long time.

"You just finished your mission, you should go back and rest first."

"It's no problem. I haven't had a rest for nearly a month. Holidays are accumulated. I've been resting these few days."

After saying that, he walked ahead of her on his own, and she couldn't refuse him.

Lin Yuyao trotted to catch up.

The post office is nearby, about a 10-minute walk away.

After filling out the form, Lin Yuyao handed the postage and the sealed document bag to the other party and casually asked, "Comrade, will it arrive tomorrow?"

"I can't guarantee that, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Lin Yuyao: “…” I sent it by express mail.

Oh! The express delivery at this time.

If it were a few decades later, she could just hire a runner.

"If you're in a hurry, just deliver it yourself."

"No, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow is fine, I'm not in a hurry."

The other party rolled her eyes at her and said nothing, but Lin Yuyao understood what she meant from the look in her eyes.

Not only can't I guarantee the delivery time, but my attitude is still the same.

Well, that’s not bad, at least he didn’t curse me directly.

After sending the express delivery, Lin Yuyao suddenly remembered that the pen Fu Huaiyi gave her seemed very expensive.

After returning, she said, "Brother Fu, don't close the door. I'll come down to see you later."

"Um."

"I'm quick." After saying that, she hurried upstairs.

Fu Huaiyi's heart beat faster, he was filled with joy, and clenched his fists nervously.

Thinking of something, he hurriedly opened the door and window to ventilate the room.

I haven't been back for a month. The house is stuffy and hot.

After opening the window, he hurriedly turned on the fan.

With this breeze, the air in the room feels a little fresher.

Wait, it looks like he has a gift for her.

Fu Huaiyi took out a box from his pocket. Inside was a bracelet. It was a piece of wood that he accidentally found while working in the mountains this time, and he polished it himself.

Hearing the sound of her coming downstairs, Fu Huaiyi hurriedly hid the bracelet.

We'll talk about this later.

At this time, Lin Yuyao came down from the stairs, holding a small, beautiful cloth bag in her hand.

You can tell at a glance that it is hand-sewn and not bought.

Is she...giving me a gift?

Fu Huaiyi was a little excited.

"Brother Fu, the pen you gave me last time..."

Oh, I gave her a pen and he gave me a small bag she sewed herself?

Lin Yuyao opened her pencil case and took out the pen.

Fu Huaiyi: “…”

She hesitated for a moment and said, "I heard from Sister Qin that this pen is very expensive. Is it not issued by your unit?"

Fu Huaiyi pursed his lips.

Lin Yuyao said, "I thought about it and realized that I can't accept such an expensive gift from you, so..." She handed over the pen.

Fu Huaiyi's heart was relieved. He opened his mouth and said, "Just take this as a gift from me. It has nothing to do with the money."

"But it's so expensive..."

"It's not expensive." He pushed her hand back and said, "You deserve the best from me."

ah?

Lin Yuyao looked at him blankly.

It turns out that she deserves the best. It turns out that she is not a country woman who can be easily treated. She can also use good things like others.

It was a pity that Lu Jiangting had been puaing her in her previous life, telling her not to compare herself with those women in the city, and that women in the country were hardworking and simple, took good care of their children, and were filial to their elders, and that these were good virtues.

Military wives should help soldiers take care of the rear areas, and only then can they serve their country and their families.

They also say that those women in the city who wear bright red lipstick and miniskirts are not decent women.

Her hard-working, rough hands are a symbol of her diligence and wisdom, and a glory.

Rong Yao's mother, but she remembered that Fang Qing's hands were white and tender. Later, when conditions improved, she painted red lipstick and wore slit skirts.

What did Lu Jiangting say at that time?

He said her husband had been dead for so many years and she dressed beautifully because she still needed to find a partner.

You dress so beautifully, are you looking for a partner?

One sentence shut her up.

Maybe she felt uncomfortable again because she thought of that bastard Lu Jiangting, and her expression was not that good.

Fu Huaiyi thought she was angry, and hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you. I was afraid you wouldn't accept it, so I said it was issued by the unit."

Lin Yuyao retracted her hand, curled her lips slightly and shook her head, saying, "It's okay. This pen is very good and I like it very much. This is the most valuable and precious gift I have ever received. Thank you."

Fu Huaiyi chuckled, looked at the pencil case she had sewn and said, "Can you give this to me?"

ah?

"I sewed this myself. It's not worth much. I'll buy you a good one later."

"The ones you buy from outside are not as good as the ones you sew yourself. Every stitch and every thread is the result of your hard work. I want it."