Yan Zhen Guo directly denied it: "It’s not excessive, this is normal."
Gu Fuqiao knew she couldn’t reason with Yan Zhen Guo, so she had to say, "It’s like this, if I were a full-ti housewife, there wouldn’t be a problem, but I feel like I can’t always rely on you for support, right?"
Yan Zhen Guo didn’t say a word, and seeing no expression on his face, Gu Fuqiao could only bite her lip slightly, showing a sorrowful look.
She walked to Yan Zhen Guo’s side, leaning on his shoulder and said, "Actually, when I first married you, I didn’t really talk to you much, right? It was because after marrying you, my ideals, my future disappeared, after all, I’ve studied for so many years."
Towards the end of her confession, her voice grew softer and softer.
Yan Zhen Guo suddenly recalled the oath he made before joining the research team, saying he would stick to his beliefs and never compromise.
By marrying him, Gu Fuqiao compromised and apparently lost her beliefs. Thinking of this, Yan Zhen Guo’s heart softened slightly, and he looked at the woman leaning on his shoulder. He raised his calloused hand and gently stroked her long hair, "So, what do you want to do?"
Hearing the tone of Yan Zhen Guo’s question, Gu Fuqiao knew there was a turning point. She looked up at him and earnestly said, "I want to be a writer."
This was no lie; it had been Gu Fuqiao’s dream to beco a writer.
"Do you have any plans now?" Yan Zhen Guo asked.
Gu Fuqiao nodded. She pulled Yan Zhen Guo onto the bed, sat cross-legged, and looked at him, "I’ve been reading journals and so books these past few days. I think my writing skills aren’t bad, and I should have a good chance of getting published." With that, she glanced at Yan Zhen Guo, "If it’s like this every night, I won’t have the energy to think and write my articles."
While speaking, she carefully watched Yan Zhen Guo’s expressions. Perhaps her previous sad words had an effect, and Yan Zhen Guo relented, saying, "I’ll give you a chance. If you can get published in three months, we can relax the rules."
Hearing this, Gu Fuqiao nodded excitedly. She asked, "So, during these three months, how about a temporary plan to let get enough energy?"
"I’ll try." Yan Zhen Guo looked at Gu Fuqiao, involuntarily glancing at her neckline.
Gu Fuqiao sensed sothing amiss and covered her wide pajama top with her hands, "Let’s leave it for later. Sleep first!" With that, she switched off the light with a click.
Gu Fuqiao was soone who did what she said. After Yan Zhen Guo left the house, she imdiately found a pen. She felt that the poems in the journals and magazines hadn’t been written particularly well. Perhaps many writers were still stuck in a past level, talking about ideological liberation in their writings. The stories they crafted tended to be rigid, like political plays.
Of course, Gu Fuqiao knew what could and couldn’t be written in this era.
She straightforwardly wrote a short story, a little tale from ancient tis, with a small moral. In no ti, it was finished. Considering that submissions were now sent by mail, she also composed a short poem.
As modern poetry was quite popular, and classical poetry less so, Gu Fuqiao, who preferred classical poems, made a compromise by writing a modern piece interspersed with ancient-style verses.
After finishing her writings, it was almost 3 PM. Gu Fuqiao estimated it would be a while before Yan Zhen Guo returned, so she packed up her things and prepared to head to the post office. Just as she opened the door, she saw Wang i and Zhang Hong passing by her house.
Zhang Hong, who couldn’t stand Gu Fuqiao, glanced at her and turned away, making a face that was amusing.
Wang i, not in her work uniform but wearing black pants and a white t-shirt, appeared weary.
She seed a bit afraid of Gu Fuqiao, not even greeting her, quickly retracting her gaze and following Zhang Hong back ho.
Seeing Wang i’s figure, Gu Fuqiao was sure Wang i had likely been disciplined in so way.
You reap what you sow!
Reflecting on this, a family mber nearby suddenly called out to her, "Yan Family sister."
She looked up to see a short-haired family mber in a Zhongshan suit watching her, arms crossed.
Gu Fuqiao didn’t recognize this family mber, as she was only sowhat familiar with Zhang Hong in the compound.
Seeing Gu Fuqiao look over, the family mber approached her. This person seed kind; their round face and well-proportioned features suggested they’d be quite pretty with a little grooming.
"Have you heard? The Wang Family really embarrassed themselves this ti." The family mber walked up to Gu Fuqiao, offering her so seeds.
Gu Fuqiao was about to leave, so she waved her hand, refusing the seeds. "No, thank you. I’m just going out. Is it because of Wang i?"
She intended to inquire about Wang i, and unexpectedly a family mber voluntarily shared the news. This person was truly kind-hearted!
The family mber nodded and said, "I heard there was an issue with that cup of water. Though Wang i wasn’t mainly to bla, people are saying, as a good woman, you shouldn’t cause such trouble in public, tarnishing the unit’s reputation. They say flies don’t land on seamless eggs. Anyway, Wang i feels too embarrassed and is said to be resigning and returning to her hotown."
Given Wang i’s malicious nature, this isn’t too bad an outco for her, especially when compared to Wang Chuan, who likely fared far worse.
"By the way, Yan Family sister, I notice you’re holding an envelope. Writing to family?" the family mber suddenly noticed the envelope in Gu Fuqiao’s hands.
Gu Fuqiao shook her head, "No, I’ve written sothing to send out."
"Submitting articles? I tried submitting before, but got rejected." Hearing this, the family mber’s eyes filled with envy, "They say Captain Yan married a cultured woman, and now I see it’s true. Your writing must be great! If you have ti, could you give so guidance?"
Gu Fuqiao wasn’t expecting such warmth from this family mber, and seeing their sincere expression, she agreed, "Of course, but you have to study why submissions get rejected so you can avoid those mistakes next ti."
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