As the only outstanding educated youth in Shili and Baxiang who can steadily earn ten work points every day, Sister Lan is proud and prideful.
so……
"So, do we really not want to persuade you?"
"Okay, please persuade me. You go and I will marry you."
"..."
"Don't worry, I will engrave all the truth you have said on your tombstone for future generations to admire and admire."
"..."
Beside the window, two locust trees branched out that should never appear here. Behind the green leaves, there were two pairs of eyes hidden.
Wang Shumei doesn't want a tombstone, not at all.
She sighed, slid down the wall, threw away the branch, turned around and sat under the wall, making sure she wouldn't be seen. Then she said, "Then it's okay for her to be like this, right? Of course, I'm mainly afraid of the comrades in the newspaper office. They were innocently affected.”
Lin Nianhe's hands trembled, as if he thought of something terrible.
But she immediately began to comfort herself: "Well, it's okay. No one in the province will know me."
As she spoke, she also threw away the disguised branch, turned around and sat next to Wang Shumei.
In fact, it doesn't matter how bad Wen Lan's composition is. No one is born with the ability to write articles, so it's completely understandable.
But in this essay of less than 500 words, "nagging and grinding foreign workers" appeared nine times in total, which made the two parties involved very embarrassed!
If I post this, I'm afraid people will laugh to death.
Lin Nianhe whispered to Wang Shumei: "You should have said at that time that her writing was quite satisfactory, not brilliant but not too wrong."
Wang Shumei glanced at her: "Then why didn't you say anything?"
"I was stunned," Lin Nianhe said seriously with a straight face, "You know my temper. If you weren't worried that it would affect our friendship, you would be kneeling in front of Sister Lan's grave and crying now."
Wang Shumei looked at her with complicated eyes: "Lin Nianhe, you can't be so shameless."
Lin Nianhe: "I almost lost my life, why should I save my face?"
There is some truth in this statement, and Wang Shumei is speechless.
After a long while, Wang Shumei kicked the dirt and whispered: "Then we really want her to submit the manuscript?"
Lin Nianhe grabbed a leaf from the branch and fiddled with it while saying, "Actually, it's not impossible..."
"If you had a way, you should have said it earlier!" Wang Shumei was anxious, and her voice was raised a little unconsciously.
Lin Nianhe quickly threw the leaves to cover her mouth, then lay down and whispered in her ear: "Think about it, Sister Lan doesn't have time to go to town whether she is at work or reviewing, right? She can't possibly do such a big thing. I asked those two to help, so when the time comes... I will find a place to burn that evil thing."
Wang Shumei's eyes were very bright and she commented: "It's quite a loss, but it's doable!"
"Then..."
"Hey, I've copied it!"
Just then, Sister Lan came out: "Hezi, do you have any unused envelopes? Can you sell me a few?"
Lin Nianhe keenly grasped the key words: "How many?"
"Yes," Wen Lan nodded vigorously, with a very serious expression, "My former neighbor wrote articles for newspapers. He said that submitting articles is like casting a net to catch fish. When I thought about it, this is also the case. I went out of my way to I copied a few copies and plan to submit them to a few more newspapers."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Wang Shumei: "..."
"Yes, I also plan to apply to newspapers in Beijing and Liao Province!"
After Sister Lan finished speaking, she looked at them with a look that said, "You two are honored."
Lin Nianhe: "...!"
Wang Shumei: "...!"
At this moment, the two of them had the same idea——
Although it is unethical to burn manuscripts, you, Wen Lan, forced us to do so!
Looking at the two stone statues, Wen Lan urged: "Do you have Hezi?"
Lin Nianhe came to his senses and got up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner: "Yes, yes, please wait for me to get it for you."
With that said, she gave Wang Shumei a look and went back to the backyard to find an envelope for Wen Lan.
Wang Shumei thought about Lin Nianhe's intention and asked casually: "Xiaolan, you should study hard recently. The manuscript can be submitted at any time, so don't waste your time running around town."
Wen Lan was a little tangled. She frowned and looked at the manuscript paper in her hand, and it was difficult to restrain her impatient mood.
She whispered: "But I heard from my neighbor that I write articles for newspapers and get paid for them."
Wang Shumei opened her mouth but said nothing.
When Lin Nianhe came back with the envelope, he happened to hear this sentence.
Her steps slowed down unconsciously, feeling that the envelope in her hand was a little heavy.
Wen Lan has only one wish since she went to the countryside - to go home during the New Year.
This is why she works to death every day to get ten work points, and she studies hard to become a teacher because of this.
Now she wants to contribute too...
No, even if it’s just to go home, you absolutely can’t do this!
Lin Nianhe shook his head, gave her the envelope, and said seriously: "It's okay, I happen to be going to town tomorrow, I'll mail it for you."
Wen Lan suddenly laughed: "That's okay!"
She took the envelope back and started loading the manuscript paper.
Wang Shumei stood up and asked Lin Nianhe in a low voice: "Will we do this..."
"Sister Shumei, ask yourself, is it possible for that essay to be published?" Lin Nianhe asked a very realistic question.
Wang Shumei: "Impossible."
Let alone a newspaper, even in a high school Chinese language exam, this would not be an excellent composition to display.
Lin Nianhe patted her shoulder: "So..."
"Is Miss Wen here?"
Aunt Li's voice interrupted the few feelings of guilt they both felt.
They all pointed to the door: "It's in the house."
Aunt Li came with Wang Xixi, and she also held a small bundle in her hand, with a hint of red in the gap.
Comrade Daxi's face was red, his eyes were wandering, and he did not dare to look at anyone.
Lin Nianhe raised his eyebrows: "The bride wants to make some clothes?"
Wang Shumei chuckled: "Are we going to measure the size together?"
Wang Xixi's eyes were full of horror: "I obviously didn't say anything!"
Aunt Li chuckled and pinched Lin Nianhe's cheek. She defended Wang Xixi: "Don't talk nonsense. Our Daxi family is thin-skinned."
Lin Nianhe stood on tiptoe.
That's right, she's just thick-skinned.
Aunt Li is no longer the Aunt Li she used to be. Aunt Li is very biased now.
Aunt Li smiled and dragged Wang Xixi into the house. Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei did not take the twigs this time, and squeezed in generously.
Wen Lan was about to get off the kang when she heard the commotion, but when she saw four people squeezing in, she could only retreat to the kang and ask, "What's wrong, Aunt Li?"
Aunt Li put her legs on the kang, put down the small bundle in her hand and said, "Isn't it about to be a happy event? Your Aunt Zhao was supposed to make the clothes for the big wedding. She has the best craftsmanship in the village, but... It just so happens that Accountant Zhao was seriously ill two days ago, and she couldn't free her hands."
Aunt Li looked at Wen Lan with a smile: "I was thinking, Miss Wen, you were very good at sewing clothes for Miss Lin that day. I wanted to see if you were free and help Daxi make the clothes."
Wen Lan looked at Wang Xixi, then at Aunt Li, and unconsciously touched the manuscript paper on the side with her fingers.
In fact, she wanted to write two more manuscripts, but she didn't have time...
Aunt Li took the cloth out and said, "Girl, I won't deceive you either. I'll pay you the same price as Aunt Zhao, and give you three yuan a set."
Wen Lan: "What can I do day by day? I can do it, I can do it!"
(End of chapter)
