Yiyi held up the light purple fluffy skirt and gestured a few times on her body, and said, "I like this skirt very much, can I wear it tomorrow?" ”

Mother Zhou smiled: "Okay, good, Yiyi must look good in this dress, grandma will help you wash and dry it tonight, and you can wear it tomorrow." ”

Yiyi smiled and narrowed her eyes: "Thank you, grandma." ”

Lin Jinping: "Mother, you're tired of cooking, I'll just dry this skirt with water later." ”

Yiyi immediately said sweetly: "Thank you, Dad." ”

After returning from the trip to Shanghai, life went on as usual.

After Zhou Yunmeng rested and adjusted, he began to conceive the serial story of the mayor of Shanghai.

After she got the inspiration, she began to set the details of the characters, construct the story framework, and constantly fill in the plot content, so that the characters become more three-dimensional and vivid.

Different from the previous thousand-word short stories, this kind of serialization pays attention to the hooks left in the chapters. Only if the reader is scratched by the heart, and the sleep is looking forward to dreaming about the plot of the next chapter, the data of this book will be good.

The same is true for the long serials published in Shanghai magazines, where a hook must be left at the end of each issue. If the hook is left well, readers will be happy to buy the next issue of the magazine.

This is what Su Yu said about the market feedback.

If the feedback is good and can bring sales to the magazine, it is naturally worth the magazine to continue to receive and pay for publication. Bad feedback is similar to asking the author to cut the outline in modern times.

Zhou Yunmeng had pondered how to keep hooks before, and continued to practice and consolidate in long-term writing, and summed up his own set of methods.

It's also handy to write.

This kind of long story looks like a lot of words and is troublesome to write, but as long as the frame is up, it is like flowing clouds and water, and it is particularly smooth.

Zhou Yunmeng spent a month carving and polishing the first 10,000 words, and went to the farmer's market to buy things, and sent them to the post office by the way.

A few days later, when Zhou's mother went to the farmer's market to buy meat and eggs, she went to the post office to ask, and if there was a reply letter and a package, she took it home.

Zhou Yunmeng immediately looked at the reply letter and package after getting it.

The package contained a new issue of the Shanghai Magazine, and the envelope was stuffed with a reply letter and a manuscript fee.

Seeing the money ticket, Zhou Yunmeng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In the reply letter, he said that the long story was unanimously approved by the four editors and editors-in-chief, and it was decided to accept the manuscript at the highest price of 1,000 words and 16 yuan, and required that the manuscript be submitted with more than 3,000 words every half month.

At the end of the letter, Su Yu congratulated her, saying that she liked the beginning of her story very much, and couldn't wait to see the next issue.

Zhou Yunmeng couldn't help but smile when he saw it, folded the reply letter and put it back in the envelope, and put away the one hundred and sixty yuan.

In the future, there will be a steady source of high manuscript fees every month.

In 1982, the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year was still strong, and every family was jubilant.

The Qinghe production team's policy of package production to households has been implemented, and the policy of obtaining high-quality harvests in other places has been tried out, which has also been warmly welcomed by everyone here.

Zhou Yunmeng returned to the family building after the Chinese New Year, and began to feel sleepy, and then smelled fishy and nauseated.

Zhou's mother helped pat her back to soothe, and Lin Jinping brought a glass of water to rinse her mouth.

Mother Zhou looked at her daughter's pale face, relieved a little, blessed to her soul, she asked happily: "Xiaomeng, you shouldn't have this, right?" ”

Zhou Yunmeng and Lin Jinping were both stunned, and the couple glanced at each other, surprised and uncontrollable with joy.

After giving birth to Yiyi, Lin Jinping felt sorry for her being too tired to get pregnant and give birth, and the couple discussed and decided not to give birth in the future, and they took measures every time.

I didn't expect that six years later, a new life might be ushered in.

Zhou Yunmeng just counted the previous menstrual affairs, and felt that eight or nine were not far from ten. It's just that I didn't think about this before, so I didn't care.

The next morning, Lin Jinping asked for leave to accompany her to the military hospital for an examination.

The doctor smiled and congratulated, saying that she had been pregnant for two months.

At this moment, the iron-blooded tough guy hugged his lover, his eyebrows and eyes were full of dazzling smiles, and his heart was extraordinarily stable, and there was a hint of sweetness and satisfaction.

When Xiaomeng Huaiyiyi found out that she was pregnant, he couldn't be by his side, and he always regretted it.

Now, this regret has been compensated for in another form, and it can be regarded as complete.

When they returned home, Zhou's mother was very happy to know that her daughter was really pregnant.

After so many years, she can understand the attitude of her son-in-law and in-laws, she doesn't have to give birth to a boy, and she also lets go of her worries.

This will only make her happy, Yiyi is going to have younger brothers and sisters, and the family will be more lively.

Yiyi has indeed been looking forward to having younger brothers and sisters, and the relatives and children around her are all older brothers and sisters, and she has never been a sister yet.

This will be happy to reach out and touch the mother's belly, and get close to the younger siblings, but also afraid of disturbing the younger siblings.

Seeing this, Zhou Yunmeng took her into his arms, and gently pulled Yiyi's little hand and put it on his flat abdomen.

"Yiyi, you touch it, don't be afraid of hurting him, we Yiyi will definitely grasp the proportion, and the younger brothers and sisters are also very strong."

Yiyi got her mother's trust and felt very secure, she also touched her mother's stomach as she wished, and became happy: "I finally have younger brothers and sisters!" ”

When the news reached the Lin family, they were too happy to reply.

In the following days, Zhou Yunmeng lived a more leisurely and comfortable life than usual.

Zhou's mother took care of her, Lin Jinping accompanied her as long as she went home, and this time there was one more Yiyi who cared about her.

She writes long serials as usual, and occasionally writes 1,000-word articles to submit to other magazines.

This pregnancy is a little harder than that of Huai Yiyi. When I was three or four months old, I had a very big reaction, and I would feel sick to my stomach and vomit when I smelled a little fishy, and I had no appetite.

After five months, everything was fine.

Every time she had a prenatal checkup, as long as Lin Jinping did not go out on a mission, she would ask for leave to accompany her to the military hospital.

When she was about to give birth, Mother Lin also came to help take care of her.

On the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, when the moon was full and reunited, Zhou Yunmeng gave birth to a son.

When she woke up, she looked at the little doll that Lin Jinping hugged and placed beside her, her eyebrows and eyes were like Lin Jinping, and her mouth and nose were like her, and she would sleep soundly.

Yiyi stayed aside and whispered: "Mother, you are awake, it doesn't hurt, I'll give you a snort." ”

She leaned over and exhaled softly into her mother's stomach, full of distress.

Then he happily said, "I finally have a younger brother." ”

"Thank you Yiyi, your stepmother won't hurt so much."

Zhou Yunmeng smiled with crooked eyebrows, then looked at the little doll lying next to him, raised his eyes and asked with a smile: "Then it's called Lin Wanchen?" ”

Lin Jinping nodded, his dark eyes were full of smiles, and his tough face was so soft: "Well, it's called Lin Wanchen." ”

Zhou Yunmeng lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and gently hugged the child: "Chenchen, happy Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

looked at his daughter again, "Yiyi, happy Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

She raised her eyes and looked at Lin Jinping's eyes full of love: "We are all happy Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

At the beginning, I said that if I gave birth to a daughter, I would call Lin Wanyi, and if I gave birth to a son, I would call Lin Wanchen.

Time has passed, and now it can be regarded as a pair of good words.

I wish us, and I wish you all, a good day, and a good time.

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