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

Chapter 6 was conceived over two and a half years.

Because Chen Fusheng was "persistently" discussed the plot of "Cow" with a group of editors from "Jiangcheng Literature" for a long time, his original plan to pick up his wife from get off work after returning from the magazine was disrupted.

Of course, Liu Xiaoli didn't expect him to pick her up, since it was only a few hundred meters from Jiangcheng Opera House to Linjiang Community.

However, Liu Xiaoli was somewhat surprised not to see her husband when she returned home.

"Didn't he say he was taking the day off? Where did he go?"

Just as they were muttering to themselves, Chen Fusheng returned a second later.

He hugged Liu Xiaoli and kissed her as soon as he entered the room.

"Be careful, I'm pregnant."

"Yes, yes, I'm just too happy."

"What's making you so happy?" Liu Xiaoli asked curiously.

"Why don't you guess, honey?" Chen Fusheng kept everyone in suspense.

Without hesitation, Liu Xiaoli guessed, "Could it be that your novel was written in advance?"

"As expected of my wife, she's really smart." Chen Fusheng rewarded her again, then continued to ask, "Guess how much the royalties are?"

"How much?" Liu Xiaoli asked curiously.

“28…” Chen Fusheng stopped teasing him and took out all the royalties he had hidden in his inner pocket.

Liu Xiaoli originally thought it was just 28 yuan, but when she saw her husband pull out a stack of ten-yuan notes, her pupils dilated in shock as she exclaimed, "You mean 28 ten-yuan notes?"

"Yes, it's 280 yuan in total, what your husband earned in one night."

These words not only shocked Liu Xiaoli to the point of being speechless, but also startled Chen Fusheng himself.

Of course, it wasn't without its price; the price was that his right hand started shaking after he woke up from his nap.

He signed the "Notification of Acceptance" at the magazine office just now with his left hand.

I'll probably have to eat with my left hand for the next couple of days.

Before long, Liu Xiaoli realized what was happening, took the initiative to hook her arm around Chen Fusheng's neck, and gave him a romantic kiss.

"Honey, you're amazing!"

Even after it was over, they didn't forget to offer a word of emotional value.

The terms "husband" and "wife" are not yet popular in China, so in daily life, Liu Xiaoli is embarrassed to call Chen Fusheng "husband" and calls him "Brother Sheng".

Previously, Chen Fusheng would only occasionally hear his wife call him "husband" during their intimate moments...

Thus, Liu Xiaoli's emotionally valuable comment ignited a fire within someone.

Just as Chen Fusheng was thinking... he remembered that his wife was pregnant, the doctor's instructions from yesterday morning, and the profound saying: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form."

Just then, as Chen Fusheng suggested going out for dinner to celebrate, his doorbell rang.

Chen Fusheng went over and opened the door, only to see his parents standing at the door carrying groceries.

"Mom and Dad, what's going on?"

“After you left yesterday afternoon, your dad and I talked about it. We were still worried that you, Fusheng, are too young and inexperienced and don’t know how to take care of a pregnant woman. So we decided to come over every afternoon to cook a meal for you.”

"every day?"

"Correct."

"Mom and Dad, you're working so hard."

"What's so hard about it? We have to cook when we get home too."

Although Chen Fusheng was verbally advising him, he was secretly overjoyed.

"There's something else. I heard you took the day off today and didn't go to work?" Yang Hongmei and her son were in the same college, so she knew about Chen Fusheng's day off immediately.

"Ugh, I accidentally stayed up all night last night..."

Before Chen Fusheng could finish speaking, Old Chen patted his son on the shoulder and comforted him with the tone of someone who had been through it all, saying, "It's normal to be so excited that you can't sleep when you first find out you're going to be a father. Take it easy, it'll get better with time." Seeing that her husband was confused by what she said, Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but smile and say, "Dad, he wasn't so excited that he couldn't sleep last night."

"So what did this kid do?" Yang Hongmei pressed.

"Mom, you might not believe it, but your son earned 280 yuan last night."

"You'd be more likely to dream about 280 yuan." Yang Hongmei didn't believe a single word, not even a punctuation mark, of Chen Fusheng's statement.

Liu Xiaoli then explained, "Mom, what Sheng-ge said is true. He did earn 280 yuan last night, and the money is here."

Old Chen and Old Yang were still incredulous when they saw the 'real gold and silver'. Then they looked at their son and asked in confusion, 'Did you go out and rob a bank last night?'

Chen Fusheng shrugged and said, "You don't believe what I say anyway, so let Xiaoli explain it to you."

Liu Xiaoli didn't keep them in suspense and described what she knew to the two elders.

After listening, Old Chen and Old Yang looked at their daughter-in-law, then at the stack of ten-yuan notes in front of her, and still felt a little bit unreal.

Then he turned to his son and asked again for confirmation:

"You wrote 40,000 words in one night?"

Although it was true, Chen Fusheng actually felt it was a bit exaggerated, so he thought about it before answering, "Actually, I've been conceiving this for two and a half years."

"280 yuan for 40,000 words? Is writing novels really that profitable?"

"Because my story is well written, Jiangcheng Literature and Art magazine is optimistic about my future and hopes that I will continue to submit my work to them next time I create, so they gave me a fee of 7 yuan per thousand words."

After accepting that her son was a writer, Yang Hongmei began to dream: "Does that mean that you can support your family by writing novels?"

But as soon as she finished speaking, her husband interrupted her, saying, "What are you thinking? Creation requires inspiration. Many writers may only have one or two representative works in their entire lives. So Fusheng, don't listen to your mother. You can write, but you can't give up your job, understand?"

"Don't worry, Mom and Dad, I know what I'm doing."

Chen Fusheng has no immediate plans to give up his job as a foreign language teaching assistant at Jiangcheng University. Of course, if this job becomes a burden in the future, he won't feel any attachment to it.

After all, it's just a job.

Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

Harbin.

Oriental Rose Residential Community.

This is a staff housing complex belonging to a government agency.

Liu Xiaoli lived here before she was admitted to the Jiangcheng Song and Dance Theater at the age of 11.

Both my parents work for the government. My father's name is Liu Yang and my mother's name is Wang Yun.

There are three siblings in her generation. She is the second oldest in her family. She has an older brother named Liu Xiaojun, who works at a bank, and a younger sister named Liu Xiaowei, who is currently in high school.

This afternoon, Liu Xiaoli's letter was delivered to the guardhouse of the Oriental Rose residential complex.

It was retrieved by Liu Xiaowei when she came home from school.

"Oh my god, no wonder my sister was in such a hurry to marry her husband, she's pregnant!"

After reading the letter first, Liu Xiaowei mentally constructed a self-consistent logical relationship.

Before long, her parents also returned home from get off work, and Liu Xiaowei solemnly said:

"Mom and Dad, I have some big news to announce. Please be prepared."

"What's the big deal?"

"My sister wrote a letter. In it, she said..."

"Don't keep me in suspense about what your sister said."

"My sister said she's pregnant."

Bang~
(End of this chapter)