"Do you really need to know the reason for being rejected?" The family mber seed sowhat puzzled.
Gu Fuqiao nodded, "Yes, you must find out, otherwise how will you know why you couldn’t make it this ti?"
The military wife thought for a mont, feeling there was so sense to it, and nodded, "You’re quite right. If I have any questions, can I co and ask you?" Her expression was sowhat hesitant, probably fearing rejection from Gu Fuqiao. Before Gu Fuqiao could answer, she added, "I live right next door to you, asking questions won’t take much ti."
Gu Fuqiao knew that this was likely because the original owner’s high-cold impression was too distinct, so most people probably still felt...
She naturally wouldn’t tread the original owner’s aloof path, so she nodded and said, "No problem, if there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask directly. If I know, I’ll definitely tell you."
Upon hearing Gu Fuqiao’s words, the family mber smiled, showing a row of neat teeth, "Alright, I live next door in 302, my na is Chen Bajin."
Bajin? That’s quite an interesting na, Gu Fuqiao smiled and nodded, then picked up her letters and headed out.
Not far from the military compound was a street. After buying stamps and sending her letters, Gu Fuqiao suddenly rembered that the original owner’s journals weren’t quite to her taste, so she decided to go out and buy a couple of books.
In this era without computers and smartphones, people’s knowledge and news sources mainly ca from books, making bookstores particularly popular. Gu Fuqiao quickly found three or four bookstores on the street, but she was dissatisfied because they rarely had the books she wanted, mostly agriculture and industrial science texts or quotes from various leaders.
Disappointed, Gu Fuqiao walked out and just when she was about to give up, she suddenly saw a bookstore in a deep alley. This bookstore had a touch of antique charm; in this era, most trendy people liked to modernize their stores with a foreign style.
Stores with such antique charm either have cultural heritage or sentintality!
Gu Fuqiao stepped in and took a look around. She found this bookstore quite different from others, its business was much quieter. A bespectacled young man was lying over the counter, he looked like a high school student.
Upon hearing footsteps, he raised his head, glanced at Gu Fuqiao, and said, "Such a young comrade." After speaking, he lay back down, turning his head to continue sleeping.
Seeing he didn’t continue to greet her, Gu Fuqiao walked in herself.
Examining the bookshelves, she found they were mostly classical works, with quite a few foreign books, and so in their original English. Such a bookstore indeed wouldn’t appeal to the average person.
Engrossed in browsing, Gu Fuqiao’s eyes suddenly brightened as she spotted a row of novels. These novels’ layouts and production weren’t as exquisite as those in later years, yet their stories were particularly novel, even more engaging than contemporary works from Taiwan. However, she hadn’t heard of these authors in later years.
"It’s really strange, how could these amazing stories not have passed down through ti?" As Gu Fuqiao pondered, the young man managing the store woke up from his restless sleep, took the book from Gu Fuqiao’s hands, and said, "Comrade, don’t look at those. All the books in our store are for sale, except for those on this shelf."
"Not for sale? Why put them here if they’re not for sale?" Gu Fuqiao looked up at the young man.
The young man gave Gu Fuqiao a look as if she didn’t understand, "These were specially arranged by our boss for comrades from the city writers’ association to occasionally co and see. These books were initially written by our boss himself, later so comrades wrote too, and our boss sent them for printing and placed them here only for mbers of the association."
Only for the writers’ association? So these are internal exchange materials?
Gu Fuqiao took the book and asked, "If they’re not for sale, can they be borrowed?"
"Borrowed?" The young man hesitated, "Selling them is definitely out of the question, borrowing... I don’t know, usually only mbers of the writers’ association borrow books."
Seeing his uncertainty, Gu Fuqiao said from the side, "Well, your boss hasn’t said they can’t be borrowed, right? How about this, you go ahead and ask him, if he’s willing to lend them, I’ll co back next ti to borrow them!" Gu Fuqiao had flipped through this particular book and found its content to be very captivating.
Plus, so viewpoints were exceptionally great. So she handed the book to the young man and said, "Just ask your boss if this book can be borrowed; I think this book is very well-written with excellent ideas."
"Hmm, alright then." The young man nodded.
After talking with him, Gu Fuqiao also picked two other books, bought one of "The Book of Songs" and "Songs of Chu," then returned ho.
By the ti she reached downstairs, it was already quite late. She instinctively glanced at her ho’s location, seeing the light on, indicating Yan Zhen Guo had co back.
Thinking of how Yan Zhen Guo now supported her career, Gu Fuqiao felt slightly contented. Holding her books, she headed back ho, only to see Wang i walking out with a lunchbox as soon as she reached the staircase.
Wang i hadn’t expected to run into Gu Fuqiao twice today, her face showed a trace of embarrassnt, but she concealed it quickly, gave Gu Fuqiao a bitter smile, and said, "Sister-in-law Gu, I’m sorry for the spectacle I caused earlier. I really..."
Wang i’s tone was almost tearful.
But at this mont, Gu Fuqiao wasn’t in the mood to listen to Wang i’s lodrama because if she had believed Wang i’s act right from the beginning, she would probably have exited early and divorced Yan Zhen Guo by now.
Moreover, Wang i now possibly only had to return to her hotown, which was much more favorable compared to Wang Chuan’s outco. After doing such a thing, what face does she have to cry halfway?
Gu Fuqiao looked at Wang i with gentle eyes and said, "It’s alright, since it has already happened, don’t dwell on it. I have things to do, so I won’t chat with you. By the way, since I married Zhen Guo, you should call Sister-in-law Yan, not Sister-in-law Gu."
Upon hearing this, Wang i’s face inadvertently turned paler, wishing she could crush Gu Fuqiao. But ironically, anyone hearing Gu Fuqiao’s words would find them perfectly reasonable and logical.
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