When Wen Ruan saw Song Yan enter, she quickly invited him to wash his hands and have dinner. After the two sat down, Wen Ruan vividly described the scene of signing the contract with Han Suxi. She was so lively that Song Yan was all smiles.
After dinner, Wen Ruan took out an envelope from her pocket and asked Song Yan to open it. Song Yan opened it as instructed, and inside was a small stack of ten-yuan notes, about twenty or so. After learning that it was her royalties and publishing fees, he understood what she meant and began to praise her from all angles. Wen Ruan was extremely pleased with herself.
"Ahem, seeing how well you've been performing lately, the boss is going to eat meat, and he'll definitely give Comrade Song some soup too." Wen Ruan said in a serious tone.
"Here, this is for you." She handed Song Yan a beautifully wrapped box. After returning home, Wen Ruan spent a long time tinkering in her study. Being clumsy with her hands, she tore two magazine covers before finally being satisfied. Luckily, the kind bookstore owner gave her a few extra.
Song Yan reached out and took it. At Wen Ruan's prompting, he carefully unpacked it. He meticulously smoothed out each corner of the poster as he did so, showing great care for it. Finally, the true contents were revealed. Song Yan opened the box and found a very popular fountain pen.
He didn't know anything about these things, but coincidentally, a staff member of the factory committee said that he got the news on the first day of purchasing goods from the department store and grabbed one in advance. He said it was a new product with some new technology, and the people in the office even passed it around curiously.
You should know that ordinary people couldn't afford to buy this kind of pen. This pen cost five yuan, enough for one person to live on for a month. Keep in mind that at that time, the wages of temporary workers were only fifteen or twenty yuan, which was enough to support a family.
Song Yan was also stopped to take a look when he passed by, but he didn't think much of it. He never expected that the pen would appear in his hand when he got off work that evening.
It was a gift that Wen Ruan bought with her royalties and gave to him, a gift that was uniquely his own.
A strange light flashed in Song Yanfeng's eyes, and a smile rippled in his eyes as he looked at Wen Ruan with tenderness.
Wen Ruan then took out all the things she had bought for both sets of parents, saying that she would tell them the good news when she had time over the weekend, and that these were gifts for them.
She kept asking Song Yan if they would like it, and Song Yan looked at her with a doting expression and gave her an affirmative answer, which put her at ease.
Afterwards, Song Yan looked around carefully and, finding no other bags, couldn't help but ask, "You bought all our gifts, what about yours?"
"Huh? I just walked around the department store and didn't find anything I liked, so I didn't buy anything," Wen Ruan replied nonchalantly.
"Ruan Ruan's ability to publish her novel this time is entirely due to your own efforts. You are the biggest contributor. When buying a gift, you can forget yourself, even if you forget everyone else."
"Besides, this is your first royalties from a published book, so we should buy you something meaningful. When we have time this weekend, I'll go shopping with you," Song Yan persuaded.
Wen Ruan thought about it and it seemed to make sense. It looked like she would have to choose carefully when the time came, so she nodded in agreement.
"I'll take you to that private restaurant again then. You've always loved their food, haven't you? Let's go together and celebrate. It'll be a good opportunity for Xiao Song to treat his boss, who works so hard to support the family," Song Yan joked.
Wen Ruan laughed so hard she almost fell over, then reached out and poked Song Yan's hard chest, pretending to be serious: "Then Comrade Song, you'd better do your best then."
Seeing that Wen Ruan was quite adept at taking advantage of the situation, Song Yan's thin lips curled into a meaningful smile: "No need to perform well later, Comrade Song can perform well now..."
Before Wen Ruan could even react to what he meant, Song Yan stepped forward, picked her up from the sofa, and carried her inside...
Half-asleep, looking at the man who was still awake, Wen Ruan couldn't help but sigh. No wonder he was someone who exercised every day; his physical condition was just too good.
He always says it's the last time; men's words are deceitful. Finally, he drifts off to sleep...
Before the weekend even arrived, Song Yan brought back a pair of leather shoes from the foreign exchange store the next day, saying it was a reward for her.
Song Yan hands over his salary every month, but considering that he is a grown man, it's impossible for him to go out without a penny for a month, so after discussing it, we give him five yuan a month, regardless of what he does.
But looking at those little leather shoes, which were expensive items brought back from a foreign exchange store, I guessed that he probably spent all his savings on them, and I felt a surge of emotion.
......
A few days later, Wen Ruan received a reply from the newspaper, which was also an acceptance letter for the article she had submitted directly to the newspaper.
The newspaper editors thought Wen Ruan's article was very insightful and had a positive message. After comprehensive discussion, they decided to publish it, but the publication date was undecided. Perhaps it would be published together after that matter was settled. They hoped Wen Ruan would wait patiently and pay attention.
Wen Ruan expressed her understanding, saying that she was just glad her manuscript was accepted. She had been worried that some of the ideas in it might not align with current mainstream opinion and could be rejected, but thankfully...
Wen Ruan had no idea that when she submitted the manuscript, it would appear on the editor's desk the very next day.
Editor Li Jing happens to be a woman, and she also wrote the report about rescuing abducted girls some time ago. She also feels very sorry for those unfortunate women.
Therefore, when I read this article, I felt angry and confused about those people who consistently stood on the "victim blaming" argument.
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