Regarding writing, Wang Chu often leaves work after Li Xiangyang, and when he hears the sound of a motorcycle stopping, she puts the manuscript and pen in a drawer, pretends to sit on the sofa and watches TV, or goes into the kitchen to help her mother-in-law cook, or picks up a rag to wipe the table and sweep the floor. Such a move, mother-in-law and father-in-law both looked at the novelty, but it was not convenient to say anything.

More than three months later, Li Xiangyang found that the manuscripts in the drawer, the thick books, were all written with a pen. I also deliberately looked through it for a long time, and I didn't understand why Wang Chu wrote so many manuscripts in order to practice calligraphy? Or is it to copy the novel? But he looked through the novels he bought for Wang Chu, and none of the storylines and characters in them matched the manuscript.

"You don't look like copying a novel, do you?" Li Xiangyang asked puzzled.

"You're just going to be a copy of the novel." Wang Chu was reluctant to explain more to Li Xiangyang.

"What does it mean to be a copy?" Li Xiangyang became interested, and he flipped through many pages one after another, "Could it be that you wrote it?" ”

"Hmm." Wang Chu nodded, "You don't believe it?" ”

Li Xiangyang looked at Wang Chu incredulously, and then flipped through a few more pages, "Yes, why didn't I find out that my family Chu Chu not only loves to read novels, but also writes novels?" ”

"There's a lot more you haven't noticed." Wang Chu took the manuscript from Li Xiangyang's hand and planned to put it in the drawer, "Don't read it yet, I'll read it when I'm done." ”

"And how much are you going to write?"

"I don't know, I won't know until the story is finished."

"People have to make an outline when they write novels, but what about your outline?"

"What is an outline?" Wang Chu asked in surprise.

"You don't even know the outline, how do you write a novel?"

"I really didn't know I had to write an outline to write a novel."

"When I was in college, I had a classmate who wrote a novel, and it took more than three months for a novel to be outlined, I think you are a long novel, at least you must list the outline well, how to write the storyline, how to develop, it must be reflected in the outline, otherwise it is easy to write off-track." Li Xiangyang explained very seriously, took the manuscript from Wang Chu's hand, and looked through many pages, "But I see that you don't have an outline and write very smoothly, especially in the details of the characters." ”

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes, for someone who has never written a novel, it's already very good to write like this, I'm optimistic about you, come on."

Li Xiangyang's words inspired Wang Chu and made her more determined to write, but he set a time for her to write novels no more than two hours in the morning and afternoon, and to get up and walk around every hour. Every once in a while, she would get up for a glass of water, or dance in the bedroom with a piece of music, or look at the sun outside to write happily.

Later, Li Xiangyang didn't know where to get an old laptop, and this computer became Wang Chu's exclusive writing tool. It took more than a month to complete the process from not being able to turn on the computer to practicing typing, and then entering all the novels written into the computer documents. Finally she doesn't have to write manuscripts on paper, she can type on the keyboard very skillfully, and write twice as fast as before.

The mother-in-law told Wang Chu about her experiences every day, and she said, "Chu Chu, you have to write down my experience, and the people who read the book are probably going to tear up." ”

Wang Chu listened very carefully to her mother-in-law's experience, and her mother-in-law said that she was a child daughter-in-law raised in her father-in-law's house since she was a child.

At that time, it was a blessing that the youngest brother of the mother-in-law starved to death in the winter of 1945. The mother-in-law's father broke one of her mother's arms not long after the birth of her younger brother, and she said that it was outrageous, saying that her mother's arm could be folded on her back at that time, and she was afraid that her mother's family would find trouble, so her father left her mother and fled.

For more than half a month, my mother was unconscious, and my three-year-old mother-in-law could only cook some wild vegetable soup for my mother and forcibly pour it down, and the cry of the younger brother could be heard throughout the village. The neighbor couldn't stand it, so she brought a bowl of goat milk, which could only be fed for a day, and she couldn't cry anymore, so the mother-in-law put the little brother on the mother to eat milk, and even milked the little brother to eat. More than a week later, the mother has not woken up, there is no milk to eat, the neighbor's goat milk is milked, the little brother is so hungry that he cries "wow", ten days later there is no crying, the little brother passed away completely, the mother-in-law buried him at the top of the mountain, that position can look up to every place in the village, especially the gate of the mother-in-law's house.

The ten-year-old mother-in-law became a child daughter-in-law of her father-in-law's family, and her father came back a year later and gave birth to two younger brothers and a younger sister in a row, and she was still pregnant with one in her belly. In that famine era, her father-in-law's family exchanged two catties of food for her mother-in-law, and since then, she has picked up all the burdens of the family, taking time to clean the yard and laundry at night, getting up before dawn to cook and carry water, and the production team earns work, and within a few months, her hands have a thick callus. She often hugged the chair on her back, carrying a heavy sheaf of wheat from the high mountain beam to the production team, the mountain road is difficult to walk, sometimes there will be rainy days, the whole body is drenched in the rain, slip and get up again, the whole body is covered with mud, a pair of straw sandals have long been worn out, and the short figure from a distance only the wheat bales remain.

"Li Jiatong's daughter-in-law is really capable." The people of Murakami have a lot of public opinion.

"Not really!"

"What does a child bride do?" My mother-in-law's father-in-law often squinted and explained, "I will exchange two catties of grain for her, just to work for my family, otherwise, what do you want her to do?" ”

"This girl is still a child, don't tire out her little body bones, I will give you the inheritance of the Li family in the future!" The villagers laughed.

"Rest assured, since ancient times, work has not affected the succession."

The mother-in-law's childhood was marked by depression, hunger, rejection, and unfair treatment, and her short stature and sallow face showed that she was a famine victim. Children of this age, those from better families should enjoy their childhood in the classroom, and girls' families are not allowed to enter the school. My mother-in-law often climbed on the window of the school classroom to eavesdrop on the teacher's lectures, and unfortunately her father-in-law pulled her ears and pulled her home.

"Whose girl went to the school to eavesdrop?" My father-in-law cursed, "If you don't herd the sheep well, you want to go to heaven, right?" ”

My mother-in-law's ears were almost ripped off, and my mother-in-law hasn't been to school since.

The mother-in-law still remembers the most is running bandits, at that time, the men, no matter day or night, patrolled the village, as soon as the bandits came, the whole family carried dry food, drove the family's livestock, and ran to the mountains and forests with the children. The bandits rode horses, wielded big knives in their hands, cut people when they saw them, and swept away nothing left in the house, at that time, many people died in the village, and they all died under the bandits' knives. However, there were also many people who had no choice but to join the bandits, some of whom reported the news, and some of the bandits who lost their conscience, even the men, women, and children of the village.

The most relieving thing is that after the liberation of Lanzhou, a large number of bandits were shot in a ravine not far from my mother-in-law's house, and the cheers of the common people overshadowed the screams of the bandits. This relieving news can be circulated in the village for decades, as long as people who have witnessed or heard of it, they will talk about this good story with pleasure, just like the mother-in-law narrated it to Wang Chu.

Mother-in-law, who has experienced famine, is reluctant to wash the oil pot every time she finishes frying, and the noodle soup with noodles is used to cook porridge the next day, and within two days, she was questioned by Li Xiangyang, "Mom, what are you putting in this porridge so salty?" ”

The mother-in-law squeaked, and the father-in-law interjected to explain, "Your mother poured the noodle soup into it to cook porridge, she has been like this for so many years, and she doesn't care if this porridge is delicious or not." ”

"Mom, don't do this in the future, how unpalatable is it? Salty died. Li Xiangyang said that Wang Chu also felt unpalatable, but she was not easy to say.

"There are noodles in the noodle soup, what a pity to pour it?" The mother-in-law sighed that since then, the mother-in-law has not put noodle soup in the porridge, but every time the noodle soup left, the mother-in-law drank it all in a whole day, Wang Chu said, "Mom, don't drink that noodle soup, how salty it is, and it won't quench your thirst." ”

"I feel like it's a pity to quench my thirst."

Wang Chu had no choice but to frown and say nothing more.

In mid-August, when Wang Chu was shrinking, Li Xiangyang was walking with her, the two sparrows had already become a bag, and before she could pick up the third one that was killed, she squatted on the ground with a stomachache, he threw away the slingshot and sparrow in his hand, picked her up and went to the hospital.

When Haohao was born, it was three o'clock in the morning the next night, and her mother-in-law and father-in-law rushed to the hospital. The obstetrician and gynecologist sighed, "Don't look at you who are very thin, giving birth so quickly." ”

"That's not my credit." Li Xiangyang immediately corrected, "In order to accompany my wife for a walk, I lost several pounds myself. ”

"yes, you're a good husband." Doctor cross-path.

Li Xiangyang smiled "hehe" and accepted the doctor's praise.

Indeed, except for occasional overtime, Li Xiangyang Lei couldn't walk with Wang Chu for more than an hour on time every day, just to give birth to a child smoothly. In the two days of labor, he almost forced her to walk in the hospital compound, although the contractions were unbearable, she even bit his arm, tore his clothes, and there were purple and blue marks on his arms, he felt that everything was fine, and still insisted on persuading, "Chu Chu, take a deep breath, hold back, come on, walk more, and give birth quickly." ”

"No, Xiangyang, I beg you, tell the doctor about a caesarean section, I can't stand it." This is the sentence that Wang Chu said the most when the contractions came from beginning to end.

"No, a caesarean section is not good for adults and children."

"I'm about to die of pain, if I walk so many ways, I won't survive, and I won't be done with you."

"As long as you can give birth to a child, you can do anything."

At this moment, Wang Chu felt that he was in hell, so he wanted to pull open his stomach with a knife and take the child out. But no matter how you imagined it, it was useless, the contractions continued continuously, like a contest between life and death, until she screamed and fell to the ground in pain, Li Xiangyang carried her into the delivery room.

The obstetrician and gynecologist had already prepared everything, letting Wang Chu lie on the delivery bed, his stomach was pressed by the two nurses and he couldn't give any strength, "inhale...... exhale, exhale...... ...... hard, and refueled ....... For more than ten minutes, the obstetrician and gynecologist kept repeating this sentence.

"Don't press it, I'll just use my own strength." Wang Chu shouted, the two nurses stopped, she used her best, the doctor kept shouting "exhale...... inhale, inhale...... exhale, exhale ......, inhale ......, yes, yes, continue to exhale ......, inhale ....... In less than ten minutes, Li Haoran gave birth, and at that moment, she felt that her stomach was suddenly emptied, and she felt an unprecedented pleasure.

Li Haoran was just pulled out by the doctor and poured a bubble of urine, and he didn't make a sound until he finished urinating, and the doctor turned him upside down, and the soles of his feet "snapped" twice, and he cried.

"It's a boy." The doctor wrapped the child and gave it to Li Xiangyang, and the mother-in-law was very happy, especially the father-in-law was so smiling that he couldn't even close his mouth, but Li Xiangyang's legs were weak, "Hey, one million is gone, how nice it would be if it were a girl." ”

gave birth to Li Haoran, Li Xiangyang had a fifteen-day vacation, he devoted all his energy to taking care of Wang Chu and his son, he had a very shallow stomach, he had to wash the diapers even when he covered his mouth, never went into the kitchen, and tried his best to make chicken soup for him. The chickens raised by the mother-in-law came in handy, Wang Chu had a chicken for three days, and after the whole month, not only did he not get fat, but he also lost weight.

"Where did you eat all this chicken? Not a pound of fat? Li Xiangyang greeted him.

"I don't know where I'm eating? On the contrary, he lost weight. Wang Chu swayed from side to side in front of the mirror, carefully observing his waist.

Taking care of his son, Xiang Yang is even more meticulous, his son's stomach is not very good, it is easy to have diarrhea, diapers have to be changed once in more than half an hour, just changing diapers and washing diapers is enough for him to be busy.

At present, Li Xiangyang's thoughtfulness made Wang Chu forget the pain he had had, and the warm pictures in front of him kept being staged, and finally verified the sentence, the scar forgot the pain. But she forgot that Li Haoran was also the only medicine to heal her wounds, and she would always show a relieved smile when she attached herself to her son, watching him sleep, stretching his waist, kicking his legs, and all kinds of ugly movements on his face.

"Don't look at this little one, it's growing when you sleep!" The mother-in-law leaned in and said.

"Mom, how much do you think he can grow in a day? At this point, when will you grow up? It's sad to look at. ”

"Oh, it's hard to say, you can take a meter ruler and see how much it can grow after the full moon?"

Wang Chuzhen took a meter ruler to measure, and also took a pen to write it down in a notebook, and then took a meter ruler to measure it after the full moon, and it really grew a lot, and her mother-in-law said, "There are seedlings that don't worry about growing, and he will grow up in a blink of an eye." ”

"I wish he had grown up soon." Wang Chu said.

"When he is rebellious and disobedient at the age of fourteen or fifteen, you will realize that he is still cute when he was a child, and I have a deep understanding."

"Was Xiang Yang rebellious when he was fourteen or fifteen years old?"

"Hmph." When it came to rebellion, the mother-in-law sneered, "He is the most naughty baby in Li's Zhuangzi Primary School, this teacher told me all day long, take good care of your baby, I can't control it at all as a teacher." ”

"Mom." Li Xiangyang cleared his throat in embarrassment, "It's almost there, don't say that your son is so miserable." ”

Wang Chu pursed his lips, "As the saying goes, a son is like a father, do you think Haohao will be like you when he grows up?" ”

"That's a must." Li Xiangyang has a sense of accomplishment.

"Cut." Wang Chu couldn't find a more suitable word, "You see that he looks like me, where is he like you?" ”

"What's not like me about him anymore?" Li Xiangyang tried his best to defend, "You take a good look at the bridge of Haohao's nose, and then take a good look at your eyes, what's not like me?" Look at you again, little nose, little eyes, tsk. He shook his head, "I don't mean you, your eyes are pitifully small." ”

Indeed, Hao Hao looks more like Li Xiangyang, with a fair face, small and ruddy lips, a cocked nose, and big and round eyes, like his father, but the single eyelid has inherited Wang Chu.

Li Xiangyang went to work after the holiday, he always had to go home in an average of two hours, crawling next to Li Haoran was not enough, Wang Chu had seen people smoking big cigarettes on TV, he was no different from those people, "This kid is like smoking big cigarettes, addictive." He said. She deliberately stared at him with very unhappy eyes, and he turned around and smacked on her face, "My wife looks like a big smoke, but she is not addicted." ”

"Cut, that's weird." Wang Chu didn't want to say more, so he could only respond with this sentence.

Not long after the full moon, Wang Chu picked up more than half of the novel, but he was never able to concentrate on writing, Li Haoran slept for about an hour every time, and her creation time was also about an hour.

"Chu Chu, I know you're doing something big, I'll take it with you, you don't have to worry about it at home, when I'm cooking, and your father, I'll just bring it over when I'm hungry." Mother-in-law said.

"Mom, that's hard work for you." Wang Chu was grateful.

"It's not hard, we don't talk to each other." After speaking, the mother-in-law took Li Haoran away.

Li Xiangyang often reminds, "You have just finished confinement, don't spend too much time in front of the computer, protect your eyes, and write for a long time in the future." ”

"You reminded you of that." Wang Chu nodded in agreement, but more often, she often lost track of time, Li Haoran didn't bother, she was basically in front of the computer.

When he finished the novel, Li Haoran was just two years old, and Li Xiangyang found Wang Chu to submit manuscripts to several publishing houses, but after a few months, they all fell into the sea. There are also two publishing houses that replied to the message, publishing books at their own expense and selling books by themselves, at a cost of about 30,000 yuan.

"What." Li Xiangyang threw the reply letter on the table, "My wife has to publish the novel she worked so hard to write at her own expense, and she has to sell it herself, so what's the difference between that and asking for food?" ”

"Maybe I didn't write enough." Wang Chu was not disheartened.

"Don't work so hard to write novels, write some short stories, such as essays, in the news, if you write too much news, maybe you can still participate in work, you see like Zhu Zeyu, everyone is now a company commander, maybe the regiment will have to reuse it." Within half a year of saying this, Zhu Zeyu was really transferred to work in the agency.

For writing news, Wang Chu tried to write several articles, Li Xiangyang provided her with materials, and brought a stack of newspapers, "Take a good look at what others have written, you don't write too long, just write simple news and newsletters." He flipped the newspaper to a message, "You just write the news first, this is simple, just explain the time, place, people, causes, process, and results clearly, it's OK, but pay attention to the title of the news, be sure to have a loud headline, attract people's attention." ”

"Oh, how do you write the newsletter?" Wang Chu couldn't help but ask.

"Communication is a bit complicated, like this." Li Xiangyang pointed to a report in the newspaper, "Leiyun's breeding dream, this is the communication, which involves all aspects, from how she started a business, how to breed, how to realize her dream, every storyline must be involved." ”

Wang Chu was dumbfounded when she heard this, and she began to write news, each of which was changed beyond recognition by Li Xiangyang, "Writing novels, I am optimistic about you, but writing news, you are far behind." ”

"That's right." Wang Chu raised his eyebrows and said, "You are both my husband and my teacher." ”

Then Li Xiangyang sighed and helped Wang Chu revise it, "That's it, how can I say that I publish more than 50 news articles a year." ”

Wang Chu twisted his waist, "Then wouldn't it depend on you for me to be famous." Li Xiangyang frowned, enjoying himself.