There was nothing to cover them in the alley. Fan Aihua had her back to them, and the old man was also facing this way at an angle. If they didn't turn their faces, they wouldn't have noticed Ruan Qingling.
Ruan Qingling glanced at it and went inside the health center.
When Old Wu saw the ointment Ruan Qingling brought back, he immediately asked her, "Little Ruan, there's only a little bit of this ointment left. The clinic is out of ointment for the time being. When can you make some more?"
Ruan Qingling said, "Song Shiting hasn't been feeling well lately, and he's also very busy at home, so he doesn't have time to do it."
Old Wu said, "I understand that you're busy at home, but could you please find the time to give me this medicine in advance? Otherwise, if it's delayed too long, the people who need it won't be able to find it."
Ruan Qingling said, "We'll see how things go; I can't confirm a time with you right now."
Old Wu said, "Okay, just don't drag it out too long, try to arrange it in advance."
He didn't dare urge Ruan Qingling, but rather reminded her.
Ruan Qingling walked to the door, then turned back and said, "Brother Wu, I'd like to ask you for a favor."
Old Wu asked, "What is it?"
Ruan Qingling: "I would like to check on the trainees of this training course. Her surname is Fan and her name is Fan Aihua. What referral process did she use to participate in the training? As far as I know, she used to work in a factory."
Fan Aihua had always wanted to work in a garment factory; it turns out it was the vacancy she didn't want.
Old Wu said, "I can help you find out, and I'll let you know when I get the information."
Ruan Qingling smiled slightly and said, "Then thank you, Brother Wu."
Old Wu said with a smile, "Don't mention it. The main thing is for you to help me get the ointment made quickly. Everything is negotiable."
Ruan Qingling nodded and said, "I'll try my best."
When Ruan Qingling arrived at the classroom, Fan Aihua just came in from outside.
Upon seeing Ruan Qingling, her eyes flickered slightly as she asked, "Sister Ruan, when are you arriving? I didn't see you on the way here."
Ruan Qingling glanced at her and said, "I just saw you, but didn't you see me?"
These words made Fan Aihua pause for a moment, and she immediately asked, "Where? I don't see you."
"It's on its way," Ruan Qingling said with a smile.
Fan Aihua's expression changed slightly, but she didn't dare to ask any further questions.
He used laughter to mask his inner turmoil.
With Old Zeng's figure appearing at the door, she dared not speak anymore.
…
In the afternoon, Song Shiting was reading when he heard the postman calling Ruan Qingling outside to answer the mail.
Song Shiting went out and retrieved the letter from Ruan Qingling.
Looking at the signature of a certain editorial department, and it wasn't just one letter.
There were two thick letters.
Recalling the letter Ruan Qingling had sent last time, Song Shiting's eyes flickered slightly.
...
Ruan Qingling went to pick up Ya Ya after class and returned home to find Song Shiting busy at work.
Ya Ya immediately called out, "Dad... Dad..."
Song Shiting was very happy, but because Ya Ya had gained weight, Ruan Qingling suggested that Song Shiting not hold Ya Ya for the time being. Song Shiting could only play with Ya Ya when he was lying down.
Ruan Qingling said, "Dad is busy, you play by yourself for a while, and then we can eat. Mom will wash her hands, and you should wash your hands too."
As soon as we get home, we chat with Ya Ya, so that the emotional connection between Ya Ya and her parents remains strong.
Ruan Qingling took a basin, filled it with water, washed her hands and changed the water, then used a towel to wipe Ya Ya's face and hands.
Ya Ya was all smiles.
While cooking, Song Shiting said to Qingling, "There's a letter for you on the table."
There's been a reply!
Ruan Qingling replied with a bright smile, "Okay!"
Ya Ya didn't know what made her mother happy, but since her mother had a smile on her face, she happily swayed her body.
He danced wildly inside the fenced vehicle.
After dinner, Ruan Qingling handed Ya Ya over to Song Shiting and went to her room, where she opened the letter on the table.
The first letter was a sample copy sent to her after her manuscript was accepted for publication, along with a five-yuan note wrapped inside.
Royalties!
The other envelope was thicker; it was from the magazine. Besides the manuscript, it also contained an invitation, specifically inviting her to continue the serialization.
Ruan Qingling laughed for no apparent reason.
Her laughter came from inside the house, and Song Shiting looked surprised when he heard it.
What made her laugh so happily?
Hearing her mother's laughter, Ya Ya lay down on the edge of the fence cart, gripping the top with her hands and pushing off with her feet, trying to climb out, but the fence cart was a bit too high.
She can't climb out yet.
Unable to climb out, he became anxious and called out in a distorted voice, "Baba, Baba..."
Just as Song Shiting walked over and was about to pick Ya Ya up, Ruan Qingling came out of the house and said to Song Shiting, "Don't hold her."
Ya Ya immediately stretched out her hand towards her.
Ruan Qingling picked up her daughter herself and kissed her cheek.
Seeing her happy, Song Shiting asked, "What's making you so happy?"
Ruan Qingling said, "We have received two positive responses."
She placed the royalties on the table; it totaled twenty-five yuan.
Song Shiting raised an eyebrow slightly.
Ruan Qingling said, "I can make money too."
A proud smile graced her bright face.
I was so happy to be able to use Song Shiting's things, both the things I spent and the things I lived in, all a while ago.
Song Shiting nodded.
Ruan Qingling said, "I originally thought I would just try writing articles, but I didn't expect it to actually work. Crown Magazine even invited me to write serials for them in the future."
Being able to publish a serialized work is equivalent to having a stable monthly income for her.
That's a good thing.
Twenty yuan is no less than what others earn in a month.
Even if you work as a nurse at a health center, you'll only earn twenty-five yuan a month.
If Ruan Qingling works hard, she can earn just as much money as anyone else.
Song Shiting felt that he should also work hard to make money.
He didn't make any money during this period; instead, he got injured.
He said, "My company will provide me with a subsidy for my injury, which will be paid along with next month's salary."
Ruan Qingling said, "Okay. We still have this little money to supplement our living expenses. We also had some left over, so there's no rush."
Twenty-five yuan can sustain them for a long time now.
Besides, Song Shiting still had a considerable amount of money left over from the previous donation.
That evening, Ruan Qingling created with great passion.
Ya Ya and Song Shiting were playing on the bed.
Ruan Qingling was creating art on the side.
Such a night may seem ordinary, but it is actually full of warmth.
For Song Shiting, all he wanted was this peaceful and warm life.
He lay on the bed, his eyelids slightly lifted.
Ruan Qingling's shadow was cast obliquely on the wall.
He slightly raised his chin.
As he raised his chin, his shadow-like lips landed perfectly on the back of Ruan Qingling's head.
Song Shiting stared at his own shadow, lost in thought...
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