Chapter 262 A Small Fan Meeting (Seeking Support)

"That's right, you take the children to live in a hotel, how can we rest assured?"

Elder Fang said seriously, "I assure you, after you settle down, no one will disturb you easily."

"I……"

"Okay, okay, don't worry about this problem here."

Mr. Zhuang hurriedly said, "Let's go, there are not many people in front."

"If you have anything to say, it's not too late to talk slowly on the way back."

Wen Zhengyuan: "Mr. Zhuang, are you not afraid that my grandpa will break up with you if he knows what you are doing?"

"It's fine, as long as Wen Nian doesn't break up with us."

Mr. Zhuang waved his hand grandly, "Let's go, the staff is waiting to cut the ticket."

Facing such enthusiastic three seniors, Wen Nian was also helpless.

She smiled apologetically at her brother and sister-in-law, and strode towards the exit with the children.

From the beginning to the end, the three Jiasheng sisters did not get involved in the adults' conversation.

Anyway, they follow their mother, and they live wherever their mother lives.

Wen Zhengyuan was very depressed, and carefully looked at the person who picked him up.

But I saw the person I didn't want to see at the moment - Wen Yun.

"Come out, come out."

As soon as Wen Nian and the others arrived at the exit, they heard the joyful voice of the person holding the sign, "See, that beautiful woman with extraordinary bearing is Teacher Wen Nian."

Following the voice, I saw two acquaintances.

Two of them were Liuli and Junye who had been to Yongxing Village many times.

"Old Zhuang, Old Ding, Old Fang."

Seeing them coming out of the station, the two put down the signs in their hands and ran towards this side first.

After saying hello to the three seniors, I looked at Wen Nian: "Teacher, long time no see, I finally saw you in Kyoto."

"Hello."

Facing these two young people who insisted on worshiping him as a teacher, Wen Nian could not express any dissatisfaction, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hello uncle, hello auntie."

When the Jiasheng sisters saw acquaintances, they quickly greeted them obediently.

"Teacher Wen Nian, can you sign my name?"

At this time, the people waiting on the side also ran over, holding a notebook in their hands, "We really like your articles, you are our idol."

"Thank you for your approval, let's go over there, don't block the way of others here."

Wen Nian looked at the passers-by at the exit, observed the surrounding situation, and pointed to a relatively remote location.

While talking, he took his own child and walked to the side first.

Seeing this, everyone followed their mother and son in cooperation.

While signing autographs quickly, she communicated with people simply.

After signing, write a short message.

Those who got the autograph happily quit but were reluctant to leave immediately, and those who did not get the autograph were looking forward to it.

People passing by saw it and were curious to find out what was going on.

When he learned that this was Mr. Wen Nian, who had produced excellent works in recent years, the lover of literature excitedly left his autograph.

Of course, there are also many who don't like it. After hearing about this situation, they shook their heads and walked away.

When the Jiasheng sisters saw their mother working so hard, they looked at each other and said in a low voice, "Mom is so tired."

"It seems that I will have to prepare a chair for my mother in the future."

"It's the kind that can be folded and is easy to carry."

"Well, lest my mother have to stand to sign for someone now, it's too hard."

……

"Brother, sister-in-law, why are you back at this time?"

On the other side, just as Wen Zhengyuan's family left the station, Wen Yun and Wen Zhenzhen, who were waiting outside to pick them up, quickly greeted them.

It was Wen Zhenzhen who asked the question. She observed her siblings, nephews and nieces: "Did something happen?"

(End of this chapter)

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