A week later, Ling Mei and Ling Yun arrived in the United States.

Ling Hui picked up people at the airport and took them directly to the more than 80-square-meter cottage he rented.

He asked the proprietress of the supermarket to help prepare a table. The proprietress still likes him, although he pays a lot.

Ling Hui feasted on a large piece. While eating, he praised his brother's craftsmanship: "I almost vomited when I ate Western food in France." ”

Ling Mei looked at her younger brother with a smile: "There are still half a year to graduate." ”

Ling Yun nodded vigorously: "Yes, I can finally go home." ”

Ling Hui was stunned: "Are you going to return to China?" ”

Ling Yun raised his eyebrows: "Of course." I went to France to learn advanced agricultural equipment automation technology, in order to return to China to help my sister's company. Besides, we can't both stay away from our parents and stay in a foreign country. ”

Ling Hui blurted out: "Isn't there still Ling Mei?" ”

Ling Mei chewed the vegetables expressionlessly, and Ling Yun had already wrinkled her eyebrows and said: "My parents raised us, so there is no reason to let my sister support my parents alone." ”

Ling Hui knew that he was speechless, poured a glass of wine, and smiled awkwardly: "You have a point." But I still want to advise you to stay in the United States and develop, it is more promising. ”

Ling Yun shrugged: "On the contrary, I think the development prospects of China are more ambitious." He changed the subject, "By the way, brother, you are not young, my sister's daughter is five years old, and my mother is talking about your life's events every time she writes to me." ”

Ling Hui thought of the supermarket owner's daughter, and said casually: "I already have a direction." Let our mother rest assured. ”

Ling Yun blinked: "Really? Are you from the United States or from Chinese? ”

Ling Hui: "Chinese. Eat your own food and take care of yourself. ”

Ling Yun laughed happily.

After the meal, Ling Hui made tea and washed some fruits. The three siblings sat on the balcony and chatted.

Ling Hui finally found an opportunity and considered: "Ling Mei." The publisher I work for would like to discuss with you the feasibility of an autobiography. ”

Ling Mei smiled: "How old am I?" Autobiography, too early. ”

Ling Yun immediately said: "Writing an autobiography is not about age, but about experience." With a lot of experience, there is nothing wrong with writing an autobiography at the age of 20. Look, sister, your autobiography still scores two parts. First out of the upper part, write about your achievements in graduating from college. What do you think? ”

Ling Hui couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. I can only nod: "Yes." ”

Ling Mei looked at the expectation and jealousy in Ling Hui's eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Is it published in the United States?" ”

"Published together with Mi Guo Huaxia." Ling Hui's voice was dry. "The manuscript fee is very generous. It's a good sale, and the royalties are unimaginably high—"

"I understand." Ling Mei was secretly amused, making Ling Hui, such an arrogant person, bow his head and beg him to give him a chance to develop his career. It wasn't easy.

"Sister. I have another great idea. Ling Yun said excitedly, "Just let my brother write you an autobiography, right?" He knows all your mental journeys and the most real situation in my family, and he doesn't even need an interview. And the Chinese and English versions are easy to handle. What do you think? ”

Ling Mei would not refute Ling Yun's face, and smiled dotingly: "You say it." That's fine. ”

Ling Hui's smile was complicated. Thinking that he couldn't get rid of Ling Mei's shadow when he arrived in the United States, he was really depressed. As soon as I thought about it, after I finished writing this book, my career went to the next level, and I swallowed all kinds of unwillingness.

The boss of the publishing house was surprised by Ling Hui's surprise that Ling Hui got Ling Mei's autobiography authorization contract so quickly: "Great! John! How did you do it? Nothing short of genius! ”

Ling Hui smiled and didn't answer: "Then I'm ready to write." ”

"Go, go, go. As long as you write well, your future is limitless! ”

Ling Hui then put down the idle work at hand and concentrated on writing Ling Mei's autobiography.

Where to start?

The tip of the pen was blank for a moment, and the first line of words fell:

"In the remote town of Luxu in Fujian Province, there is a Xianyun Mountain. The villages on the hill are covered in mist at night. Our protagonist was born in an ordinary farming family in Yunlai Village. ”

……

The first edition of Ling Hui was revised several times, and it was first sent to Ling Mei for review, and she approved it before submitting it to the publishing house for review. After the content was finalized, the call for titles began.

Ling Hui thought of his hometown, the scenery of Yunlai Village, and naturally wrote a book title: "She's from the Sea of Clouds".

When the autobiography was officially published, Ling Yun had already graduated and returned to China, and when the Chinese version was introduced in China, it was two years later.

But the news I got from Ling Hui was that the autobiography was a big hit in Europe. Everyone wants to know what the origin of the Chinese woman, who is known as the godmother of the fashion industry.

Ling Mei's experience is twists and turns, and the experience of going from a peasant girl to a rich man is really addictive. As a result, preparations for the Japanese and Korean versions began.

Ling Hui received a manuscript fee sufficient to buy a rented house for himself, and when he was about to enter the upper echelons of the publishing house, he unexpectedly overheard a conversation between the boss and his colleagues in the bathroom.

"Boss, are you really going to recommend John to succeed you in your place?"

"Yes." The boss combed his hair in the mirror, "I promised him." ”

"But—"

"I recommend him. But if the shareholders don't agree, I can't help it, right? ”

"Ahh Then he's going to be sad. ”

"If he is smart enough, he should know, how can our publishing house let a Chinese man dominate?"

"Definitely. But people like him probably love the United States more than us, right? ”

Tacit laughter rang out in the bathroom.

Ling Hui hid in the toilet for a full hour.

Powerlessness and anger overwhelmed him like a roaring wave.

How can it, how can it be-

The country he longs for, the country he loves—

It was as if the pavilion in the air had collapsed in an instant, the dust and smoke were billowing out, and in the end only a ruin remained.

Ling Hui didn't know how he got home.

He closed the door, and he went crazy to find his green card.

The brand new green card also had the fresh scent of ink on it, and he tore it to shreds in anger.

In the end, he lay weakly in the shredded paper, hiding his face and crying bitterly.

***

Huaxia dragon vein, Qinling.

Being in the green forest all over the sky, Ling Mei stood quietly in front of the Buddha Ridge.

"Little Kim. It's been more than ten years in the blink of an eye. ”

"I'm bringing Jingjing to see you again."

"Surely you've found your mountain god, right? Is she as beautiful and noble as ever, making the male gods jealous? ”

"Don't worry, I'm doing well. Jun Xiao loves me, my daughter is well-behaved and obedient, and my mother-in-law is no longer a demon. The happiness of life makes me feel that I am content even if I die immediately. ”

"The only thing that's not perfect is that you're missing Xiaojin."

Let Mei let the wind blow down the tears in the corners of her eyes.

"What if you were still here?"

The mountains are silent, only the sound of the wind.

Ling Mei smiled wryly.

In the distance, Jun Xiao was picking mushrooms with Jingjing, and suddenly his anxious and panicked cry sounded: "Jingjing, Jingjing, where have you been?" ”

Ling Mei's heart was beating wildly, and she hurriedly stepped forward to find someone.

Jun Xiao was so anxious that his face was flushed: "I obviously followed her inch by inch, but she disappeared in a blink of an eye just now." ”

Gone in a blink of an eye? Mei's mind moved slightly.

She searched everywhere, and within a few steps she saw the dangling red bow on Crystal's clawbrasses.

"Mom, Mom, what do you think I've found?"

Ling Mei watched her daughter run towards her in a daze.

In her arms, she held a long-haired kitten that was not much bigger than her daughter's face, and her whole body was glowing with a light golden luster. Big ears, round eyes, and a big fluffy tail flicked back and forth.

Getting closer, Ling Mei could see more clearly, there were still a few gold ingot-like markings on the kitten's body.

Jun Xiao was stunned and looked at his wife in surprise.

Ling Mei was already in tears.

"Mom." Jingjing asked strangely, "Why are you crying?" ”

Ling Mei stretched out her hand and choked up, "Xiaojin, come to my arms." ”

The kitten raised its head, tilted its head, and the bulging golden boy looked at Fan Lingmei curiously.

Jingjing was even more surprised: "How did my mother know that I named it Xiaojin?" ”

"Meow~"

The kitten jumped into Ling Mei's arms and gently pushed her chest.

Ling Mei hugged it tightly with tears in her smile: "Xiaojin, you're back, you're finally back." ”