Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 374 The Hot "Wrangler"

He Ping and Mao Chunhua were packing up, when Sister Wang Fu came to find them.

"Is this leaving?"

"Yeah, I've been in the capital for more than a month. If I didn't have something to do, I would have left a long time ago, and I will take Chunhua to the south for a stroll."

Sister Wang Fu said in an envious tone: "It's better for you great writers, if you want to travel, travel."

"Then you only saw the thieves eat the meat, but didn't see the thieves being beaten. Besides, why are you so awkward when you say this? Others don't know, don't you know? You brought all my sufferings."

He Ping teased.

Sister Wang Fu glared at him.

"I have business to tell you, "Jiahui" can't be released."

He Ping looked like he was holding a wisdom pearl, "I knew it earlier."

"I haven't finished talking. It can't be published in our journal, and we plan to publish it directly."

He Ping was taken aback, "Published?"

"What? You're not happy?"

He Ping said with a hippie smile: "Isn't that less money for the magazine's serialization?"

"You've got money in your eyes." Sister Wang Fu scolded him.

"Just kidding! OK, I agree."

"It's almost there."

Sister Wang Fu came here for the publication of "Jia Hui". After He Ping signed the papers, she urged: "Don't think about making money all day long, and focus more on writing, and quickly think about the future of your next work." thing."

He Ping wailed bitterly, "The donkeys in the production team don't dare to rush you like that, you black-hearted editor, you are more ruthless than Huang Shiren."

"I think you deserve a beating."

After a few words with Sister Wang Fu, He Ping still gave in. Isn't it just a novel? When I go back and find out the phone, I will wholesale a few G for you.

After packing up, He Ping went to the train station to buy a train ticket.

"Daughter-in-law, we can leave tomorrow. Shall we go to the movies tonight?"

"Okay, what are you looking at?"

"The Wrangler, your husband and I have a movie coming out, we haven't seen it yet."

The night before his departure, He Ping took Mao Chunhua to the cinema to watch the movie "The Wrangler".

The movie theater was crowded with people, it was dark and overcrowded.

Mao Chunhua said to He Ping, "There are too many people."

"This proves that "The Wrangler" is popular."

He Ping looked at the people in the movie theater and felt very happy.

"Soul and Flesh" is the first novel he created after time travel, and it is also a film adaptation that he personally participated in. There is always a special feeling.

When I first arrived in the capital some time ago, I met Cong Shan and she dared to go out for dinner with her classmate Jiang Wen, but now she can't. If she appears in a public place now, she will definitely cause a riot.

Mao Chunhua was immersed in the plot of the movie, her eyes were like autumn water, and the light from the screen was reflected in her eyes, which was extremely beautiful.

"Lingjun and Xiuzhi's love is so beautiful!" Mao Chunhua said as he leaned against He Ping at the end of the movie.

"This is what ideal love looks like."

"Will we do the same?" Mao Chunhua looked up and asked him.

He Ping looked at her, "Of course."

The husband and wife were immersed in the sweetness, and the people around them got up and left one after another, and they followed suit.

When leaving the cinema, the audience who just came out were discussing the plot of the movie.

He Ping secretly listened to it for a while, and everyone generally gave "The Wrangler" a good evaluation, so he was also happy.

Before leaving, he glanced at the ticket gate again.Today is Friday, and there is a long line of people buying tickets at the ticket gate, all of whom are watching "The Wrangler".

Although he knew that he would not earn a penny more because of this, He Ping felt a kind of joy in being recognized.

The next morning, He Ping and Mao Chunhua were carrying their luggage to catch the train.

After taking the green leather train for a long time, He Ping felt that he still had some emotions.

The train is driving slowly on the rails, and outside the window is the farmland in July, with thousands of miles of fertile fields and crisscross fields.

The only uncomfortable thing is that the weather is too hot. It just fell in early July, not to mention the summer in the south, even the summer in the capital. He Ping is very uncomfortable.

Originally planned to take Mao Chunhua out to play for a month or two, and returned to Ping County in July. Unexpectedly, the plan could not keep up with the change, and he stayed in the capital for more than a month. It was already early July when he left Beijing.

"Popsicles! Butter popsicles!" shouted the salesman pushing the cart.

He Ping was looking forward to a savior, "Comrade, bring me two cream popsicles."

The salesperson lifted the white quilt from the cart and brought He Ping two popsicles.

"Sigh~"

He Ping took a bite of popsicle and felt comfortable all over.

Mao Chunhua stabbed him, and the reaction of the man beside him was too embarrassing.

"Isn't it too hot? It's really not a place for people to stay on the train in summer."

Mao Chunhua ate the popsicles slowly, "It's just that you live so comfortably that you can't bear even a little bit of heat."

"Comrade Chunhua, I have to criticize you. How can you discriminate against your revolutionary comrades in arms? Besides, I am a serious working people, and my household registration is still in Hantun. Who said I can't bear hardships, really. It’s because the weather here is too hot.”

Northeast people call the outside of Shanhaiguan Guanwai, and the inside of Shanhaiguan Guanli.

Mao Chunhua gave him a blank look. This man will play tricks in a day.

"It would be great if I could take a cold shower!" He Ping thought while leaning on the hard sleeper.

"Don't think about it, insist on going to the place in two days and let you wash enough."

As the train went south it got hotter and the air became muggier.If it wasn't for being with his wife, He Ping would want to go home now.

Although the winter in Northeast China is colder, it is cool in summer. Find a cool place in summer without even using a fan.

You have to pick a good day to go out in the future.

The train gradually approached Yangdong in He Ping's bitterness and joy. In later generations, domestic travel time was calculated in hours, but now it is calculated in days.

After staying on the train for three or four days, He Ping took Mao Chunhua to find a guest house to recuperate for a night when the train was backing up.

This year's Yangzhou is becoming more and more prosperous. This is He Ping's first reaction after returning to Yangzhou after more than half a year.

When he was walking on the street, his ears were full of familiar melodies and singing voices.

"Well, this is Teresa Teng, and this is Feng Feifei."

Mao Chunhua asked him: "Have you heard all these songs?"

"It's familiar. I probably know that Yangdong is close to Xiangjiang. If there is any good news in Xiangjiang, it won't take long for it to spread."

Mao Chunhua came to Yangzhou for the first time, and compared with the capital he had just bid farewell to, this place has a different feeling.

The capital of this era is undoubtedly the political, economic, and cultural center of the country. Apart from being comparable to the capital in terms of economy, Yangdong has nothing outstanding.

But Mao Chunhua just thinks that Yangzhou looks better than Beijing.

"Why do you think this is?" She asked He Ping.

"Western style!"

He Ping said it right.

Mao Chunhua clapped his hands and said: "Yes, it is foreign style. I feel that Yangzhou is more foreign style than Beijing."

(End of this chapter)