"I'll see what happened in the past two days. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Yan Buwen carefully read the "Pioneer Times" of Xinglong Newspaper, and found that this newspaper is really good, basically there are major domestic events, a force from Zhaoqing, Guangdong advanced into Hunan, the Northern Expedition War kicked off. After that, Yan Buwen read the newspaper carefully, but didn't find anything needed. Later, it was found in a small Shanghai newspaper, and three bodies were found in a suburban house in Shanghai, and the police station determined that they had killed each other by unevenly distributing the spoils, because one of the three was a habitual offender.

This method of dealing with it is also normal.

The Guangzhou Nationalist Government is eyeing each other, and everyone is worried about their future, and as long as some things are not involved, they will leave it alone.

However, the police station is not inactive, and it is clear that one of them is the young son of the original Shanghai Zhang's foreign trade, but it seems that he fled to Guangzhou some time ago, and the remaining one is the cousin of a small rich businessman, and he has been notified to identify the body.

"Uncle, you see that these envelopes are for Mr. Lu Yan." Xiao Rong took a few letters from downstairs, Lu Yan's pen name is Lu Yanzhi, Lu Yan doesn't know how to use his pen name, so he uses his full name, and then adds the word "literacy", which is also the first word of his word "literacy".

"Or, let's take a sneak peek, what does the reader write to him?" Xiao Rong asked, she was a little curious, many people wrote to scold her uncle before, will someone write to scold Lu Yan this time. Yan Buwen saw that Xiao Rong insisted on watching it, so he said: "Don't let Lu Yan know, seal him after reading it." ”

Xiao Rong pursed her lips: "Mr. Lu, don't be so stingy." ”

After reading a few letters, Xiao Rong spread out on the chair: "Why do you say people are so different from each other?" ”

"What's wrong?"

"Why are Mr. Lu's readers all praising him, and why are your readers scolding you?" Xiao Rong leaned on the table and said with a smile: "Did you do something inauthentic?" ”

Yan Buwen took the envelope in disbelief, and then quickly read it, impossible, this "Snow Mountain Flying Fox" has more pits than the moon, how could no one scold him, Yan Buwen read the letter by letter, his face became more and more ugly, really, none of them scolded Lu Yan. I all hope that Lu Yan will write well, and I asked for a change, but Yan Buwen spread his hands: "I don't know about this, maybe Lu Yan wrote it well." ”

"It can't be." Yan Buwen continued to look through it, only to find that there was a letter complaining about a century-old grievance that was a bit nonsense. Yan Buwen's mood calmed down a lot, and someone scolded him, which made Yan Buwen feel so lonely, "Seal these envelopes for him." ”

Yan Buwen gave Xiao Rong some ink, these letters are an affirmation of Lu Yan, and showing them to him can also stimulate his enthusiasm.

Suddenly, Xiao Rong was surprised: "There is a letter from Beiping, are there any book friends from Beiping?" ”

Peiping? It is true that Lu Yan came from Beiping, but "Zero Point" was only released in Shanghai, and it was impossible to go to Beiping.

Xiao Rong said: "It was sent by a person named Wanyu, and the address is our newspaper, who knows that he is writing a novel here." Xiao Rong was about to take it apart and take a look, but Yan Buwen hurriedly stopped it.

"It's a letter from home." Yan Buwen asked Xiao Rong to put away all the letters and hand them over to him when Lu Yan came. The letter from Peking could only have been sent by a friend or family member, and this person claimed to be Wanyu, probably Lu Yan's wife. Since it's a family letter, Yan Bu doesn't listen to it and doesn't peep into other people's privacy.

"Mr. Lu's home is in Beiping? So what did he do in Shanghai? Xiao Rong said curiously. Is it easier to make money in Shanghai than in Beiping?

When it was almost noon, Lu Yan came to the newspaper to deliver the manuscript, so Yan Buwen handed over these letters to him, Lu Yan was very excited, carefully looked at the readers' letters, a little moved, these readers are deeply affectionate, every word is beautiful, this is something that Lu Yan has not written novels in other newspapers before, generally like this kind of readers' letters are thrown away as waste paper, I didn't expect Mr. Yan to keep it well. Lu Yan put away the letters from the readers, and he had to keep them.

In the end, Lu Yan saw a letter from Beiping, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his hands trembled a little: "Mr. Yan, this, this, where did this letter come from." ”

"It was sent to the newspaper by a person named Wanyu, it should be your relative." Yan Buwen said, looking at Lu Yan now, his eyes were a little moist, and he was in tears like a child.

Lu Yan's voice whimpered a little: "Yes, yes, I wrote to her, saying that I was writing a manuscript in Xinglong Newspaper, and it is estimated that she sent it according to this address." ”

Xiao Rong said: "Who are you Wanyu, it won't be your wife." ”

Lu Yan was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Exactly, but it's not ......."

"Huh?" Xiao Rong said strangely, and then learned from Lu Yan's mouth that Lu Yan used to write manuscripts for the newspaper when he was in Beiping, but then because the novel was cut, he lost his job and couldn't afford to rent a house, so his wife Wanyu returned to her parents' house to live with her old mother, and Lu Yan was doing odd jobs everywhere, and then felt that Beiping couldn't make money and wanted to come to Shanghai to try her luck, so Wanyu has been living in her old mother's house. And Lu Yan also told her that she wanted to earn enough money to go back, but it had been two or three years in a flash, and it was a problem for her own food and housing, let alone saving money, so she could only remit a few yuan every month.

Lu Yan had always written to her before, and she had never replied, but how could it be today......

Lu Yan knew that she was angry and wanted to come to Shanghai and fall out with her, she said that she never wanted to see him again, how could she receive her letter.

Lu Yan held the letter in his hand, wanted to open it but didn't dare to open it, and then in desperation, he asked Xiao Rong to help him open it.

Xiao Rong took it and took it down: "Is it so difficult?" Isn't it just a letter, depending on your nervousness. ”

"What's written on it?" Lu Yan asked.

Xiao Rong said: "Mr. Lu, do you want to see it yourself?" ”

"No need, you can probably see what was said, just tell me." Lu Yan was like a student who handed out the exam papers, he didn't dare to look at his scores, and wanted others to read them and tell him.

Xiao Rong agreed, then took a cursory look at it, and sighed: "Mr. Lu, you have to mourn." ”

Suddenly, Lu Yan felt that someone behind him gave him a stuffy stick, he was a little confused, his heart was like playing a drum, and he muttered, "What's wrong?" ”

Yan Buwen also looked at Xiao Rong, could something really happen?

Xiao Rong said: "Wanyu, her mother passed away on May 15, she said that she sold her family property and wanted to come to Shanghai to find you. ”

"Looking for me?" Lu Yan asked, "Did she say when she would leave?" ”

"Not really, take a closer look." Xiao Rong handed the letter to Lu Yan, Lu Yan hurriedly read it line by line, the last date was the night of the 15th, and today is the 22nd, "Fortunately, I didn't leave, saying that I would see me reply to the letter and then take specific measures." ”

"That's good, otherwise you'll be alone, and you won't be able to find it when you want to, so agree on a location first." Yan didn't hear it.

Lu Yan understood, so he hurriedly wrote a letter to his family, asking Wanyu to leave when he saw the letter, and then they agreed to meet at Nanjing Pukou Railway Station, and the letters came and went for about ten days, and when Lu Yan received the reply, he could go to Nanjing Pukou. You need to move quickly, otherwise the southern army will come and block the railway, and you will be in trouble.