Reborn in 1982, the prodigal son returns

I got up at dawn.

Lin Nuo felt a slight stinging pain as his clothes were draped over his shoulder. He looked down and saw that Su Wanqing's scratches from last night had scabbed over, leaving dark red marks.

I pushed myself too hard last night.

Lin Nuo curled the corners of her mouth, put on her clothes, buttoned them up, and pushed open the door to go out.

In the courtyard, Zhao Xiuying had already gotten up and was boiling water.

"You're up? There's a lot to do today, go to town early. For my brother's side, the coffin, funeral clothes, and paper money are all essential."

"Okay, Mother."

Lin Nuo walked to the chicken coop, squatted down, pushed open the small wooden door, and reached into the coop to touch the eggs.

Zhao Xiuying came over with a bowl of porridge and handed it to him: "Eat first, don't go hungry."

Lin Nuo took the bowl, squatted down by the wall, and finished it in a few gulps. He put the bowl on the ground, stood up, covered the egg basket with an old cloth, and took out a burlap sack from the storeroom, preparing to go to town to buy things.

Lin Nuo walked over, sat down next to her, took the envelope out of his pocket, and placed it in front of her.

Su Wanqing looked up, startled, and asked, "What is this?"

"Take a look."

Su Wanqing put down her pen, picked up the envelope, turned it over and glanced at it, her eyes widening in surprise.

She took out the letter and unfolded it.

The letter was written by Chen Yuanzhi; the handwriting was messy but neat.

"Dear Comrade Su Wanqing, I have read your manuscript, 'The Old Locust Tree.' It is well-written, with sincere emotions and vivid details. I have recommended it to the editors of the county newspaper's supplement, and they have decided to publish it, expected to be in the next issue. Enclosed is a four-yuan payment. I hope you will continue writing, and I look forward to more of your excellent works."

After reading the letter, Su Wanqing put it on the table, then picked it up again to look at it once more. She looked up at Lin Nuo, her eyes reddening.

"Lin Nuo...I...I published it again."

Lin Nuo reached out, took the letter from her hand, read it, and then smiled. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"Teacher Su, what did I tell you? You can do it."

Su Wanqing buried her head in his chest:

"Four yuan... two yuan less than last time..."

His words were tinged with disappointment, but his tone carried a hint of smugness.

Lin Nuo smiled, and Su Wanqing looked at Lin Nuo:

"It's all thanks to you."

Without Lin Nuo, Su Wanqing knew she couldn't have written this kind of story.

Lin Nuo didn't really care about these things. He had many more little stories in his mind that he could publish later. Literary copyright was a good thing.