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Chapter 27, Chen Qingwan is very uncomfortable

Come to Beijing to revise the manuscript at your own expense?

Aunt Zhang looked at Wang Duoyu with a ghostly look in her eyes, full of hesitation. At this time, two more aunts came to the door, each holding a bowl, a bowl of dumplings and a bowl of rice with toppings, both of which smelled delicious.

But at this time, the two of them were standing at the door, a little hesitant, because Wang Duoyu said it very clearly. He had submitted the manuscript for twelve years, and was only recently notified to come to Beijing to revise the manuscript, and he came to revise the manuscript at his own expense.

Therefore, his ability as a writer is very limited, and he probably cannot teach others.

"Aunt Lu, Aunt Qian, you're here too. No need to bring me food. Really, I have money and tickets. I can go out to eat by myself."

Wang Duoyu could only resort to self-pollution to dampen the enthusiasm of these aunts, otherwise this matter would never end.

To be honest, before coming to Beijing, he thought that Editor Zhou would arrange a guesthouse for him, but he never expected that it would be a typical courtyard house in Beijing, and the neighbors in this courtyard were so "weird".

Excessive enthusiasm is not a good thing. Although Wang Duoyu doesn't like interpersonal communication, he is not stupid. When faced with such a thing and cannot refuse openly, using other methods may bring unexpected gains.

Hearing what Wang Duoyu said, Aunt Zhang and Aunt Lu were both very embarrassed. Then they awkwardly said a few polite words and left in a hurry with their bowls.

But what surprised Wang Duoyu was that Aunt Qian not only did not despise it, but she also placed the bowl of meat-topped rice on Wang Duoyu's desk and chuckled:

"Comrade, now you should see their true colors, right? The atmosphere of our courtyard house has been distorted by them. The room you live in originally belonged to the unit "Beijing Literature and Art". It used to belong to their editor-in-chief, but because of the previous relationship, the house was preserved. Since last year, four writers who came to Beijing to revise their manuscripts have lived here one after another. You are the fifth..."

"This is rice with toppings. I don't know if you're used to eating rice, but I heard you're from the Northeast, so you should eat rice, right?"

"It's good that you can get used to eating rice. Go ahead and eat. I'm leaving now."

Aunt Qian left without saying a word, which left Wang Duoyu stunned. He thought she would take the opportunity to chat a few more words or make some requests, but that happened at all.

When he chased him out, Aunt Qian turned back and smiled and told him to go back and eat. As for the bowls and chopsticks, he could return them to her tomorrow.

"Did you really meet a good person?"

Anyway, he was very confused at this time. He returned to the house and picked up the bowl of rice with toppings. Not to mention that there was quite a lot of meat in it, the bowl itself was not small. It was enough to fill him up as a tall man of 1.85 meters.

"Forget it, I'll buy him some cakes or something tomorrow. I can't let him eat for free."

He is not short of money and his stay in Beijing is short. If Aunt Qian is really kind, then he really cannot let her down. It's just a matter of a meal, not a big deal.

While he was having dinner, on the other side of Beijing, on the campus of Beijing University of Foreign Languages, Chen Qingwan came out of the library and went to the school gate with her classmate Feng Xiaoqi to pick up the mail. "Uncle Han, do you have any letters for me?"

"Yes, yes, you all have letters. Xiao Chen, you have two, and Xiao Feng has one. They were just delivered this morning. Here, sign here." Uncle Han muttered as he lowered his head to look for the letters.

There are really few college students in this era. Beijing University of Foreign Studies only admitted 180 students in the class when the college entrance examination was resumed last year, so Uncle Han from the security department at the gate knows almost all of these students.

It’s not like universities in later generations, where there are tens of thousands of students on one campus and thousands of teachers alone. The school guards and security guards may not know all the teachers, let alone the students.

In addition, letters were one of the most important means of communication in that era. People would come to pick up their mail several times a week or a month, so it was normal to know the security guard at the door.

Chen Qingwan and Feng Xiaoqi were immediately pleasantly surprised. They signed the letter quickly, took the letter, thanked Mr. Han, and left quickly, anxious to return to the dormitory to read the letter.

"It's great that these two girls are young!"

After returning to the dormitory, Chen Qingwan and her husband couldn't wait to open the letter, but Chen Qingwan soon exclaimed because she saw something incredible.

The person who wrote to her was Wei Shumin, another female educated youth who was studying at a university in Bingcheng. In the letter, Wei Shumin told her that she had heard a piece of news from her classmate Tang Jianhong, that is, Wang Duoyu had become a writer.

Chen Qingwan was of course very clear about who Tang Jianhong was. She knew how many suitors she had during the years when she was an educated youth in Qingshan Township. Tang Jianhong had a very tense relationship with Wang Duoyu, far more than anyone else.

So, since the news came from Tang Jianhong, Wei Shumin must not have lied, and Wang Duoyu must have become a writer, but how is this possible?
"Qingwan, what's wrong?" Feng Xiaoqi looked at her puzzledly. Chen Qingwan bit her lip and shook her head. She said that everything was fine, but the information revealed in her eyes was very intriguing. It was obvious that something was wrong!

So Feng Xiaoqi came closer, but Chen Qingwan didn't seem to notice, her eyes still fixed on the words on the letter. Wei Shumin also talked a lot about Wang Duoyu, and it could be seen between the lines that the latter was very curious about Wang Duoyu.

As a woman, Chen Qingwan was of course very aware of Wei Shumin's mentality, so she could neither accept the fact that Wang Duoyu became a writer, nor accept the latter's curiosity about Wang Duoyu, and a little bit of admiration.

Seeing her ex-husband living so well was even more painful than killing her. In any case, Chen Qingwan could not accept this fact.

It was something she originally didn't want and discarded like a worn-out shoe, but Wei Shumin acted as if she had found a treasure and wanted to pick it up and treasure it. If it were any other woman, it might not be so difficult for her to accept, but Wei Shumin was her best friend during those years in the countryside, and she really couldn't accept it.

"Qingwan, didn't you divorce your ex-husband? Why is your friend still talking to you so much about him? Judging from the situation, does your friend want to be friends with your ex-husband?"

Feng Xiaoqi's words rang in her ears, and Chen Qingwan came back to her senses. She suddenly hugged her head and burst into tears. Feng Xiaoqi was stunned. Is this what crying is?
Chen Qingwan is actually not bad, but according to Wei Shumin, Wang Duoyu can now earn dozens of yuan in royalties every month after becoming a writer, which instantly surpasses her, a college student who only receives more than 20 yuan in subsidies every month.

Originally, Wang Duoyu was a thing of the past, an ex-husband abandoned by her, but now the situation is reversed. She took the initiative to file for divorce, but now it seems that she was wrong?
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