I became a cannon fodder and watched the drama in the period novels.

Chapter 40 Reader

"This snowman story is really well written," Bai Meijuan's colleague said to her, but Bai Meijuan disagreed: "It's well written, but I still prefer Feixiang's struggle story."

"I also like the struggle story, but after I saw Fei Xiang finished writing it, no more stories were published." Colleagues also agreed with Bai Meijuan's words.

"Yes, although the new stories published in Dongfanghong recently are all very interesting, I still want to read the ones written by Feixiang. I wonder when he will publish stories again." Bai Meijuan propped up her cheek with her hand and fiddled with the flowers and plants on her desk with her other hand.

Perhaps it is because they are younger and prefer stories like "Struggle"; while some older and more mature people prefer the story that has just been published, but no matter which one it is, it was written by Shen Feifei.

Her articles were read by people from different parts of China through the Dongfanghong newspaper. Some of those who read her articles became her fans and looked forward to her stories.

There are also some people whose lives have undergone tremendous changes because of her story, which made Shen Feifei feel deeply touched.

And there was such a person standing in front of her.

"Comrade, what do you think of my chickens? I caught them recently in the mountains." A dark-skinned country man asked Jia Guimei attentively.

Jia Guimei saw that these pheasants were pretty good and felt that they could be collected and sent to the food area. Seeing that the man was going to sell all of them, she asked, "Brother, are you going to sell all of these chickens? It's almost the New Year, why don't you leave some for your family?"

"No, I'll sell them all. I need to earn money to save for my child's tuition." He then pulled over a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old, "This is my eldest daughter. She has good grades and was admitted to high school. I have to let her go."

After listening to this, Jia Guimei looked at the thin and dark girl in front of her in surprise: "Wow, this is rare. Brother, you are really generous!" and gave a thumbs up.

The man waved his hand and said, "I didn't want to send her to high school at first. No one in the village sends girls to school. I am the only family in our village that sends my daughter to school and lets her go to junior high school. I originally planned to stop at junior high school, but my family is not well off. But some time ago, my child brought me a newspaper and said it was given to her by her teacher, and asked her to read an article in it to me."

As he spoke, he seemed to have forgotten something and turned to ask the girl: "Cuihua, what was the name of that story?"

"Struggle record." Although the girl looks thin, her voice is very loud.

"Yes, Struggle, that story is really well written. When I heard it, I thought to myself, isn't my daughter the same as the girl named Li Xiaohua in the story? They are both smart and good at studying. I thought, I can't delay my child. What's wrong with a girl? She is my child too.

You see, although Li Xiaohua in the story is a girl, she can contribute to the country and do many things that men cannot do. I hope my daughter can do the same.”

The girl blushed a little at what her father said.

Jia Guimei nodded repeatedly: "Brother, this is your understanding!" She gave a thumbs up, "I have also read the struggle record. The Chairman said that women hold up half the sky."

Jia Guimei looked at the girl and said, "Little girl, you must study hard. You have an open-minded father who has high expectations for you. In the future, you must be like Li Xiaohua in the book, study hard and make contributions to the country."

The girl nodded seriously and promised: "I will study hard. When I finish my studies, I will contribute to the motherland and let my father live a good life. I also want to thank the author of Struggle Diary in person."

"You have guts!" Jia Guimei praised, and the whole room was filled with laughter.

Shen Feifei didn't expect to meet her readers here, and she didn't expect that her article would allow the girl who should have dropped out of school to continue her studies. She might have worked for a few years and come back to find someone to marry. But now she continues to study in high school, and she might even be able to go to college in the next year's college entrance examination. Her life may become more brilliant.

Shen Feifei couldn't describe the feeling in her heart. She felt happy yet a little overwhelmed. Although she saw all kinds of praise and thanks in the readers' letters, it was still a great shock to her when she saw real people embarking on a different life path because of her articles.

On the way back, neither Shen Feifei nor Jia Guimei spoke. They were both immersed in their own thoughts.

In February, the capital was still covered in ice and snow, with heavy snow all over the sky, frost on the windows, and the cold wind was like ice knives. After preparing for the New Year, Shen Feifei finally had some free time. In the evening, Song Qingfei found her: "Are you free tomorrow? I'll take you somewhere." "I'm going to rest tomorrow, where are we going?" Shen Feifei asked him curiously.

Song Qingfei did not answer, but smiled mysteriously.

After drinking porridge in the morning, Shen Feifei was helped by Song Qingfei to sit on the bed of the motorcycle he borrowed. He started the engine, looked at Shen Feifei with a curious look in her eyes and said, "Sit tight! Let's go."

The motorcycle whizzed through the city. It was Shen Feifei's first time riding such a motorcycle and it felt very interesting.

But by the time she got off the motorcycle, the novelty had worn off. The motorcycle was moving very fast, and without any shelter, plus it was winter, the wind was biting, and she felt numb all over.

Song Qingfei helped her off the motorcycle. Seeing that she was so cold, he opened his military coat and hugged her in his arms.

A warm breath came over Shen Feifei, a small person, and her whole body was hugged by the clothes, and the coldness on her body slowly disappeared.

She looked up at Song Qingfei: "Aren't you cold?" Song Qingfei lowered his head, their foreheads pressed against each other, and he said with a smile: "No, I'm warm."

After saying that, the two of them started laughing foolishly for some reason.

After a while, Shen Feifei was blindfolded and followed Song Qingfei to a place. After standing still, she asked, "Are you done?"

Song Qingfei didn't say anything, but put down the hand that was covering her eyes.

Shen Feifei saw a two-story building appear in front of her. This was the house that she had asked Song Qingfei to help her renovate and rebuild.

The house has been remodeled according to her requirements. The wooden shop door and large display windows make her eyes light up. This is the effect she wanted.

The only drawback is that the walls have not been painted. Song Qingfei said: "The walls have not been painted because it is winter and it is not suitable. Also, I don't want it to be too eye-catching now, and try to make the exterior walls the same as the surrounding houses."

Shen Feifei nodded in agreement, and then she couldn't wait to go in and take a look, so she took the new door key that Song Qingfei gave her and opened the door.

What comes into view is white walls, wooden floors, and a beautiful glass display cabinet. Next to the display cabinet is the counter, and there is a large window at the back that connects to the kitchen.

Walking up the newly built wooden stairs, the second floor was also covered with wooden floors. The sunlight poured in, illuminating the room. The whole house looked brand new, and Shen Feifei was very satisfied.

Song Qingfei looked at Shen Feifei, who was full of joy, and walked over to hold her: "How is it? Are you satisfied, my lady?"

Of course Shen Feifei was satisfied. She had thought that the house would not be completed until after the Chinese New Year or early spring, but she didn't expect it to be completed so quickly and the effect would be so good.

She happily put her arms around Song Qingfei's neck and kissed his...chin.

In fact, she wanted to kiss him, but she was not tall enough, so she could only kiss his chin.

Song Qingfei was teasing her and wanted to kiss her back, but suddenly a voice interrupted.

(End of this chapter)