diskusbooks Chapter 467: No Director Wen, No No. Scholar
Chapter 467: No Director Wen, No No. Scholar
Tan Mu and Wen Xin were strolling around Yuncheng, but they found that too many old traces had disappeared.
The dormitory of the electrical appliance factory and the second courtyard of the Feng family had already been demolished.
The tax bureau dormitory was still there. While Tan Mu, Wen Xichen, and Zhao Qingzhou were having a party, Wen Xin went to the tax bureau dormitory by herself.
Several small buildings are already very old and most of the people living in them are elderly.
She stood downstairs of her home in that life, looked up at the window, and missed her spirited father and her elegant and gentle mother.
"Girl, are you looking for someone?"
An old voice asked tremblingly. Wen Xin turned around and met a pair of cloudy and inquiring eyes.
"Huh? You look familiar. Whose daughter are you?"
Wen Xin smiled gently.
"Uncle, I'm not a girl anymore. I'm already fifty. I'm not looking for anyone. I just want to come and see you."
The old man stared at her blankly, and suddenly his eyes sparkled.
"I remember now. You are the girl from the Wen family, Xinxin. You are Director Wen's daughter. You were the top scorer in the imperial examination."
Wen Xin felt a chill on his back and his hair stood on end.
"Uncle, what is Director Wen, what is the top scholar, what do you remember?"
She asked the last sentence very softly, so softly that the old man seemed not to hear it.
The pair of eyes instantly returned to chaos, and he muttered something, then moved to the flower bed next to him and sat down.
"Oh, there is no Director Wen, no top scholar..."
"Dad, why are you wandering around again?"
A middle-aged man in his forties hurriedly chased after her and apologized sheepishly as he passed by Wen Xin.
"I'm sorry, my dad has Alzheimer's disease and often talks nonsense."
"It's okay, he didn't say anything. Uh... your father is also in the tax bureau, right? Can I ask his name? He looks familiar."
The man sighed:
"His name is Wang Guoqing, and he retired from the tax bureau. Alas, less than half a year after retirement, he was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease."
"He was originally a minor clerk. After he became ill, he often said that he was the deputy director. Alas, this might be his wishful thinking. He will never achieve his goals in his life."
A thunderclap rolled through Wen Xin's mind.
Wang Guoqing was my father’s assistant in that life. No wonder he looked so familiar.
But maybe he had changed completely after falling ill, and I couldn’t recognize him after looking at him for a long time.
After my father left Anshi, according to the news that came in one after another, Wang Guoqing was finally promoted to the position of deputy director.
He... actually knew about that life. Was it because of Alzheimer's?
Wen Xin said goodbye to Wang Guoqing and his son with a solemn expression.
Wang Guoqing suddenly waved his hand like a child:
"Xinxin, you have a good face. You will live a good life no matter what life you are in. Say hello to Director Wen. He is my benefactor. Hehe, he is also good."
Wen Xin suddenly started to cry, turned around and left quickly.
Perhaps in that life, Wang Guoqing was happy, contented and healthy.
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Wen Xin was walking on the winter streets of Yuncheng, feeling uneasy.
How can she go back to that life?
There, there was Tan Wen who was missed to the point of heartache, her healthy parents, and the young her and Tan Mu.
Before she knew it, she had reached the hotel where she was staying. Tan Mu saw her, strode over and held her cold hand.
"Why don't you put it in your pocket? It's so cold."
Wen Xin's nose felt sore, and he hugged the person in front of him and buried his face in his chest.
Fortunately, there is Tan Mu in this life.
"Tanmu, let's go back to Jing City. I don't want to be nostalgic. You are right. Living in the present is the most important thing."
Tan Mu hugged her gently and rubbed her hair with his chin.
"Okay, let's go back."
Go back and let everything take its course.
The past is gone, the future is not here, who cares about them.
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Wen Xin returned to Beijing and resumed his usual pace of life.
Yasong Teahouse has entered the countdown to its opening. The relevant masters of the four arts of the Song Dynasty are already in place, and only the details need to be further strengthened.
On the weekend after the Lantern Festival, Wen Xin was about to leave Yasong Teahouse when Li Zheming's message came in.
[Aunt, when is a convenient time for you? I have something to report to you.]
Wen Xin checked the time and directly sent the address of Yasong Teahouse.
[I'm free now, come over if it's convenient for you. ]
[Okay, I'll be there in half an hour.]
Half an hour later, Wen Xin took Li Zheming, who had arrived excitedly, into the teahouse.
Li Zheming looked at the antique decoration and was very curious. He turned around and ran back.
"Aunt, you arranged this according to the Four Arts of the Song Dynasty."
Wen Xin raised an eyebrow in surprise: "You know quite a lot."
Li Zheming laughed:
"I just happened to be writing a novel, and the setting was in the Song Dynasty, so I researched a lot of content related to the Song Dynasty."
Wen Xin's raised eyebrows never fell.
"Have you started writing a novel? I remember you said you wanted to write one when you were in college. You wrote for a while after you started working, right?"
"Yeah, now I'm writing again. Aunt, what I want to say today is that after my dad got into trouble, I wrote a novel."
"I submitted my manuscript to Literary Magazine a few years ago. I received the manuscript acceptance notice yesterday. I will revise it a little bit and then I can publish it serially."
The shock and joy in Wen Xin's eyes were about to overflow.
"Oh my god, Literary Magazine, that's a national-level pure literature magazine. Zheming, I've always said that you have a great talent for writing, this is simply amazing."
Li Zheming's face also turned red with excitement.
"Aunt, this breakup seems to be a blessing in disguise. I have suddenly discovered a new world and feel like I can do what I like without any worries."
Wen Xin looked at his nephew with satisfaction, and the light in his eyes was something he hadn't seen in these years.
"So, Zheming, if you're not comfortable in any relationship, don't force yourself. Life is short, so cut it off when you should."
Li Zheming nodded hurriedly.
"Yes, yes. I suddenly felt deeply that doing what I like most is the happiest thing. From now on, no one can stop my happiness."
Wen Xin smiled and picked up the teacup and clinked it with Li Zheming.
"Come, let's have tea instead of wine. Congratulations on starting a new life."
Li Zheming finished his tea and put down the cup with satisfaction.
"Aunt, your tea is really delicious. I want to tell you about another happy event."
As he spoke, he opened his phone and displayed a page in front of Wen Xin.
"Look, Auntie, this is another novel of mine. It has been signed and listed on Jinjiang Literature Network. The data seems to be pretty good so far."
Wen Xin felt a little excited as he read the first few chapters of the novel.
"Zheming, very good. Your writing is particularly in line with the tone of Jinjiang. Very good. If we accumulate more numbers, it may become a hit."
Li Zheming drank another cup of tea with red eyes, then lowered his head to check the new messages on his phone.
The capitalists have issued another task.
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Towards evening, Li Zheming and Zhou Ningyue walked out of the small room of Yuecha Milk Coffee and bumped into Wu Jing who was about to go out with a cup of milk tea.
"Zheming..."
Wu Jing's voice was timid and tortuous, and her big eyes were instantly filled with tears.
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