1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 225 Regardless of wind or rain, blooming or withering flowers, things remain the same (Please subscribe!)

"Hey~"

Looking at her sighing niece, Liu Xiaowei couldn't help but chuckle and asked:

"Sissi, why are you sighing when you're so young?"

Chen Qian looked at the endless pile of reader letters at her feet and said with a troubled expression:

"Why do so many people write letters to their fathers?"

"Because your father turned what was originally a beautiful love story into a regret."

Chen Qian tried hard to think, but still couldn't understand her aunt's explanation. Just as she was about to ask why, the doorbell rang.

"Mom is back."

She slid off the sofa in a flash, then ran towards the door with her short legs, intending to open it for her mother.

Unfortunately, after running to the door, I couldn't reach the lock.

"Too short."

Liu Xiaowei gave a sarcastic remark from behind, then looked through the peephole and saw that it was indeed her sister returning from get off work before opening the door.

After opening the door, she intended to greet her sister, but unexpectedly saw her brother-in-law behind her.

"Sister...Brother-in-law, you're back too."

"Yes, I'm back. Xiaowei, are you on winter break?"

"Yes, it's already been released, so I'm bothering you and your sister again."

"welcome……"

Before Chen Fusheng and his sister-in-law could finish speaking, a petite and adorable figure ran over and hugged his leg.

Chen Fusheng immediately put down his luggage and a bag of letters from readers that he had brought back from the company's guardhouse when he left work, and then bent down to pick up the little girl who kept calling him "Daddy".

"Let me see, who is this?"

"Hehe, Dad, you've grown a beard again."

Chen Qian touched her father's prickly beard and reached out to pluck it off.

"hiss."

"Daddy, does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts."

"Then I won't pull it out."

Meanwhile, his luggage and the letters he brought back were taken inside by his mother and sister-in-law, so he followed them into the house with his daughter in his arms.

"Brother-in-law, Sisi was just sighing because you had so many letters, but I never expected you to bring back so many more." Liu Xiaowei also felt like sighing after learning that the big bag she brought in was full of readers' letters.

There were just too many letters; they couldn't possibly be opened all of them.

Unless you dismantle it and don't look at it anymore, but then there's no point in dismantling it anyway.

“My company still has a package here. Luckily, it wasn’t moved here with us. Since we can’t finish looking at it, we’ll move it to the courtyard house area later.”

As Chen Fusheng said this, he couldn't help but think of the news about Zheng Yuanjie, the "Queen of Fairy Tales" from his previous life, who bought five courtyard houses to store letters. He wondered if he should follow her example.

However, when Chen Fusheng thought of Lao Zheng, he remembered that among the letters he brought back, there was also one from the Fangcao magazine.

Although he hasn't watched it yet, I guess it's almost the end of the year, and he'll be urging me to watch "Shuke and Beta's Adventures 3" again.

Unfortunately, he really didn't have time to write the novel after that, because there were many meetings at the end of the year, such as meetings of the bureau, the ministry, the writers' association, the film association, and even the municipal government sent him a meeting invitation. Moreover, he couldn't avoid these meetings, and he tried his best to decline them.

However, his novel has a large audience, many of whom are children, and Chen Fusheng doesn't want to let them down, so... he plans to find a gun, oops, someone to collaborate with.

Chen Fusheng planned to have his company's literary editors try it out first. If their drafts didn't work, then he would have no choice but to contact Lao Zheng.

Although he didn't know what Lao Zheng was doing now, it wasn't difficult to contact him, since Lao Zheng had also embarked on the path of becoming a writer.

Back to the present, after returning home, Chen Fusheng first took a shower and also shaved off the stubble that his daughter found prickly.

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, his daughter handed him a stack of opened letters.

"Dad, here you go." Liu Xiaoli, who was also in the bedroom, saw this and added, "Your daughter helped you take these apart herself."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fusheng looked down at his daughter, who nodded proudly: "I dismantled all of these."

At the same time, her innocent little face was filled with expressions that said, "Praise me! Praise me!"

Chen Fusheng, of course, did not want to be a disappointing father.

He immediately praised them, saying:
"Sissi is amazing!"

After saying that, he squatted down, picked up his daughter again, and kissed her on both cheeks.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Shall we watch it together?"

"it is good……"

When they returned to the living room, Chen Fusheng carried one child in each arm because his wife also needed to take a shower.

But since his son had just finished eating and was full of energy, he squirmed in his father's arms, so Chen Fusheng simply put him on the sofa.

"elder sister."

"Little brother, be good, or I'll spank you."

It seems there really is a bloodline barrier between siblings. When Chen Guo saw that his sister refused to play with him, he staggered off to find his aunt.

At this moment, Chen Fusheng also began to read the first reader's letter.

"This was written by a young worker in Shanghai."

Then, Chen Fusheng switched to the reader's perspective and read the letter aloud to his daughter.

"I don't usually like reading, but I heard many of my colleagues talking about your book, 'Under the Hawthorn Tree,' so I got curious and bought it to read. I never expected that this decision would leave my pillow wet with tears for the next few nights."

"I shed tears for the story of Jingqiu and Lao San, tears I hadn't shed in a long time. It was a very complex emotion, not just sadness, but more of being moved by a pure and beautiful feeling."

"Life moves at a faster pace now, and we can hear Teresa Teng's songs on the streets. Everyone says this is a good thing, that the country is getting better. But sometimes, seeing some young men and women behaving too openly in public makes me feel a little lost. Until I read your novel, I suddenly realized that what I was lost about wasn't that times had changed, but that I was afraid that some of the most precious things would be lost along with them."

"..."

"Dear author, thank you for using your pen to help our generation, and those of us who may be feeling lost, find a certain spiritual root—it tells me that true love is not about passionate words, but about the loyalty and perseverance of the soul. This quality is the most brilliant gem in any era."

In one breath, Chen Fusheng read more than a dozen letters from readers. Although some of them were not as eloquent as the young worker's, he could still feel the sincerity of these readers when they wrote them.

So he got up, intending to write a letter to his readers as well.

"Brother-in-law, aren't you going to look at them anymore? I still have plenty here too."

"I'm not going to read any more. There are too many to read, and the issues raised in everyone's letters are all pretty much the same. So, I'll just write an open letter to give a brief response."

"Okay, okay, then hurry up and write, I want to be the first reader."

After dinner, Chen Fusheng went into his study, pondered for a few minutes, and then picked up his pen to write:

Dear readers and friends:

Hello
Lately, the number of letters forwarded by the editorial department has been increasing. I apologize that there are too many letters for me to open and read each one carefully. However, the sincere words in the letters I have read have stirred my heart and made me feel deeply moved. Here, I must express my sincerest gratitude to every friend who has taken the time to write and share their thoughts.

Among the many letters, I saw one word mentioned repeatedly—tears. You shed tears for the unfulfilled love story of Jingqiu and Lao San, asking in your letters, "Why did you have to make the ending so heartbreaking?"

I think it is precisely because of its imperfections that we cherish every moment of purity in the story even more. In that rather special era of the past, love was a secret hidden deep in the heart, something not to be easily touched; it was the half-meter distance deliberately maintained when walking side by side; it was the flustered urge to quickly look down when eyes met.

I wrote this story not just to create a tragedy, but to preserve a model for our time and for future times—a model of restraint, dedication, and love that seeks only sincerity and does not ask about the outcome.

……

Finally, I'd like to share a quote from a letter that resonates with you all: "May we all plant a hawthorn tree in our hearts, so that no matter the wind or rain, it may bloom and flourish, remaining as pure as ever."

Wishing you all

May you have a happy life and a bright future.

A pen pal who wishes to walk alongside you on the literary path: Fusheng!

Written on November 11, 1983.

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