Xu Guoping woke up before the wake-up call was blown. He took his lunch box to the canteen to get food as usual.
After finishing the meal, he returned to the house and saw Wu Xia's door ajar. When he looked inside, he saw Xu Bing standing in the house guarding his sister like a guard.
Seeing his father come in, Xu Bing gestured and asked in a low voice: "Dad, shall I take my sister to Grandma Li's house?"
Although Grandma Li treats them badly, by leaving Mengmeng there, at least he doesn't have to worry about his sister being sold.
Xu Guoping nodded and walked forward softly.
He put the lunch box on the desk, and just as he was about to hug Mengmeng, he found that the newspaper was full of words.
Xu Guoping picked up the newspaper curiously. Unexpectedly, this woman had such good handwriting that he couldn't help but read it.
When he saw that the heroine Keiko in the story went to report other women who were planning to escape, Xu Guoping couldn't help but frown. His eyes with dissatisfaction fell on Wu Xia, who was still lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. .
Why did this woman write like this? Could it be that she was still trying to traffic people?
Thinking of this, Xu Guoping suppressed the anger in his heart and continued to look down.
He wanted to see what this woman was thinking.
The further he looked down, Xu Guoping's expression became more exciting. He was nervous and worried for a while, frowning for a while, and when he saw the heroine helping the newly trafficked woman to deal with the villagers, he actually showed his face. The uncle laughed.
Next came a key turning point in the plot. Xu Guoping couldn't help but hold his breath when he saw this.
He was worried about Keizi, and he didn't know whether Keizi could use this opportunity to escape.
After finishing reading this page of the newspaper, Xu Guoping quickly turned to the back.
Why is it gone?
Xu Guoping looked at the back of the newspaper, but there wasn't a word on it. He actually had the urge to shake this woman awake.
Just when he was about to take action, Wu Xia suddenly opened her eyes. She was startled to see Xu Guoping standing there holding a newspaper.
"Why did you come in without knocking?"
Seeing Wu Xia's complaining eyes, Xu Guoping was stunned for a moment: She didn't seem like this before?
Then he saw Wu Xia's eyes looking toward the toilet door. He followed Wu Xia's eyes and saw a note with Chinese pinyin written on it.
This woman seems to hold a grudge. Yesterday she posted a note on the toilet door. Did she use it here? Alas, that's not right. Not only does this woman know how to read, but she can also write articles.
It seems that I underestimated her!
But these are not important. Why can she write this story?
When he thought of this, Xu Guoping became serious, and his voice sounded a bit solemn: "Is what you wrote true?"
Wu Xia: Did he still take the novel seriously? What do you think you are, a human trafficker or a trafficked woman?
She was too lazy to talk to Xu Guoping, but she thought that she needed manuscript paper and stamps, so she had to explain patiently: "I made this all up. By the way, can you help me get the envelope, manuscript paper, and stamps? I'm going to put this in Submit the story to the newspaper."
Hearing what she said, Xu Guoping breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be all fake.
This woman's writing is too true. Thinking carefully about Wu Xia growing up in a village not far from the army, little did he know that he was too sensitive to the human trafficking in the mountains and valleys.
Then he asked again: "You haven't even finished junior high school, how come you can write novels?"
Wu Xia quickly gave the prepared reasons: "I'm partial to subjects, I don't understand mathematics, and my family is poor and can't afford for me to continue studying, so..."
After saying that, she showed a sad expression and her eyes were a little red.
Seeing Wu Xia like this, Xu Guoping felt a little embarrassed. How could he just rub salt into other people's wounds?
He quickly added: "I think your writing is pretty good. You can give it a try. Moreover, our army also has newspapers. If you are willing, I can help you deliver them there."
"That's great. If the manuscript is adopted, will there be royalties?"
After hearing Wu Xia's question, Xu Guoping looked at her deeply: "Do you want to make money to help your parents pay off their gambling debts?"
Wu Xia: Can we still have some trust between people? If I hadn't been able to support myself now, I would have given you a big bag now.
She took a deep breath: "I already told them that I have severed ties with them. How can I interfere with their affairs?"
When Xu Guoping heard what she said, his brows relaxed: "Of course there is a royalties, but it's not much, and it may not be adopted. I'll try it first."
"Okay, bring me some manuscript paper. I'll make two copies. One will be mailed to the newspaper office, and the other you can try on."
Seeing that he agreed to help, Wu Xia felt much better.
The sound of the two talking woke up Mengmeng. When she opened her eyes, she saw her parents and brother were in the room. Mengmeng giggled happily.
Xu Bing picked up Mengmeng and said, "I'll take you to Grandma Li's house."
Although Mengmeng was reluctant, seeing her brother being so determined, she had no choice but to speak aggrievedly.
Wu Xia didn't say anything when she saw that Xu Guoping didn't say anything. After all, she was someone else's daughter, and it was his business to raise her as she wanted.
Seeing that the two children had left, Xu Guoping said, "I'm leaving too. I'll come back at noon."
After Xu Guoping left, Wu Xia started to have breakfast. After eating, she planned to finish the second half of the novel in one go.
After she cleaned the lunch box, she went to continue writing. When Xu Guoping came back again, she saw Wu Xia writing with a pen and concentration.
Seeing her alternately frowning, indignant, and smiling, Xu Guoping stood there without daring to step forward to disturb her. It was not until Wu Xia put down his pen that he stepped forward.
"Are you back?" Wu Xia was a little confused.
Seeing that her stunned look was completely different from before, Xu Guoping couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth.
"It's already noon, I'll bring you some food."
"Oh, I'm really hungry now." Wu Xia said and took the lunch box.
When he saw that it was tofu and cabbage again, Wu Xia felt that he was going to become a cabbage addict. Why is it that cabbage is made here every day, and even the cooking method is the same? No wonder so many people open their own small stoves. Who doesn’t lose their appetite when looking at cabbage and tofu every day? .
She thought to herself: if she endures it longer, she can open a small kitchen when she can make money.
"Did you get the manuscript paper back for me?" Wu Xia asked expectantly.
"Here you go." Xu Guoping handed her the brown paper bag: "The envelopes and everything are ready."
As long as Wu Xia is doing business, he is still very supportive.
Seeing that Xu Guoping had prepared everything, Wu Xia smiled sweetly, and the two small dimples hit Xu Guoping's heart like bullets, making his heart beat wildly.
