Lu Yiwei didn't expect her to be the same as before. She hadn't changed at all. He wanted to ask her to stay, but it seemed unnecessary. He smiled and said, "Mei Jia, I'm not here to argue with you. It's all in the past, and it's meaningless to bring it up again. Hai Dong is still working in the mine, but he's working for someone else. He's living a good life. He hopes that you can go back. As long as you go back, I'll let bygones be bygones and live a good life. I'll still treat you as my sister-in-law. "
The berserk Meijia was stunned. She slowly sat on the chair and thought for a long time. Then she shook her head and said, "Thank you. Please tell him that I'm living a good life in Jing City. I won't go back."
"Oh, don't rush to give me an answer. Your home is still there. Go back if you want." She got up and was ready to leave. Before leaving, she hesitated for a moment and said, "I didn't break Hai Dong's leg. It was you."
Lu Yiwei left Jing City with a heavy heart. He didn't say a word along the way. He didn't feel sleepy at all. He tossed and turned, thinking about what had happened in the past few years. Everyone's face flashed in front of his eyes like a movie. Once people started to remember, it meant that they were old.
It was already ten o 'clock in the evening when he returned to Long' an. Lu Yiwei dragged his tired body back to the dormitory. He quickly took off his clothes and took a shower. He lay on the sofa and lit a cigarette. He picked up the documents on the coffee table and started reading them one by one.
He had a habit of rarely reading documents at work because there were too many miscellaneous things to do. Before he picked up his pen, someone would come in and see him one after another. He didn't have time to read the documents. Later, he asked Nan Chao to take the documents back to the dormitory and read them quietly for a while before going to bed.
At the bottom of the documents, Lu Yiwei found the latest issue of Xijiang Literature. He put down the document and picked it up with interest. To his delight, his article had actually been published. Seeing his own words become printed with the fragrance of ink, that kind of feeling was more joyous than signing a big project.
He had always thought that he was not a scholar. He rarely showed off his poems and songs, and he would not write some illusory prose. He put more of his energy into eight-legged essays and spent all day thinking about how to write a good speech. To be honest, he really wanted to write down some of his thoughts, to record the fluctuations of his emotions at every moment. Jumping from one's train of thought always made people emotional. When they saw different scenery, they would have different feelings. However, his busy work had cut his time into countless pieces. It was difficult for him to calm down and touch the soul, to write his heart.
This essay was not his first, but it was the first one to appear in a scholarly press. Even though it was his own work, he still carefully read through it and had a different feeling.
Just as he was immersed in his fantasy, someone knocked on the door. The most frightening thing in the middle of the night was the doorbell and the ringing of the phone. Nothing good would come out of a phone call this late at night.
Lu Yiwei put down his book, quickly sat up, put on his shoes, and walked to the door. He tensed up and asked, "Who is it?"
"Me."
Hearing that it was Qiu Yingxue, Lu Yiwei breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the door and didn't have time to greet her. He walked to the bedroom and said, "Sit down first. I'll change my clothes."
Qiu Yingxue looked at his flustered look and smiled. There was a grain-sized dimple at the end of her lips, which complemented her squinting eyes. She walked to the sofa and sat down with her hands behind her back like a lively rabbit. She saw that the Xijiang Literature on the coffee table was flipping to the article she had just read. She couldn't help but laugh.
After a while, Lu Yiwei came out in sportswear. He said, "It's so late. Why haven't you slept?"
Qiu Yingxue looked back at him and smiled, "I've slept for a while and felt bored. I saw your light was on, so I came to see what you were doing."
"Are you supervising me?"
Qiu Yingxue thought for a moment and laughed. Then she put away her smile and said seriously, "Of course. Your every move is under the supervision of me as the Secretary of the Commission for Discipline Inspection. In case you have a mistress, I can remind you. Hehe."
Lu Yiwei also laughed and nodded, "It's my duty. You are welcome to supervise me at any time."
Lu Yiwei looked handsome and strong. He looked righteous and full of positive energy. He looked like an upright person. She had a good impression of him after spending some time with him and knowing him from the Party School of the Provincial Party Committee. She said, "I'm just kidding. Look at how nervous you are."
"Hehe. What would you like to drink? Tea or coffee?"
"You don't want me to sleep? Then I'll have a cup of coffee. "
Lu Yiwei opened the cabinet and took out the coffee. He carefully mixed it and brought it to Qiu Yingxue. Qiu Yingxue picked up the cup and took a sip. Then she put it down gently. Their eyes met. It was awkward. They quickly looked away.
Lu Yiwei also felt that the atmosphere was a little strange. He was looking for a topic. Qiu Yingxue picked up the Xijiang Literature and said, "You wrote this article, right?"
Lu Yiwei was surprised and said calmly, "No, I don't have that kind of skill."
"Really? Why is it called 'First Guest'? Is there a meaning?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
"The sun shines on the high forest in the early morning. A guest rests at Maple Bridge in the evening. Is this the line?"
Lu Yiwei saw that he could not hide it anymore. He said helplessly, "I just randomly came up with it. It doesn't have such a profound meaning."
Qiu Yingxue's eyes shone brightly. "You really wrote it. I guessed it was you when I saw it just now. The writing is exquisite, emotional, simple, and close to life. It's a high-quality article. "
Lu Yiwei was a little embarrassed to be praised. He said in a low voice, "Is it that good? I can't feel it. I just randomly wrote it."
"It's so good even if you just randomly wrote it. It would be better if you wrote it properly. By the way, have you joined the Writers' Association? "
"Uh … no."
"Then leave it to me. I'll first join the city level, then get recommended to the provincial level. Finally, I can get promoted to the national level."
Lu Yiwei was confused. He said, "Can I?"
"Of course, as long as there's a work."
"But I only have this one."
"What about the others? Haven't you written them before?"
"I've written them before, but I haven't published them."
Qiu Yingxue stretched out her hand and said, "Take them out and give them to me."
"…"
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get them."
Lu Yiwei hesitated for a moment and said, "Can you let me sort them out? They're all randomly written in the past. They can't be considered elegant."
"That's because you think it's really not bad. Such an outstanding talent should be recruited into the regular army and go to a higher stage. Then, he can participate in more competitions and become famous. "
Lu Yiwei waved his hand and said, "What I write is just for my own amusement. It's far from the level you're talking about. Forget it. I really don't have the time. "
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