Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 157 Gu Huai’an’s Letter_1

Chapter 157: Chapter 157 Gu Huai’an’s Letter_1

After a hearty meal, Song Yunuan took her brother again to Old Mr. Ji’s home.

She reported her trip to the provincial city once over.

Upon learning that another historical site had been saved, the old gentleman walked back and forth in the room with a complicated expression, his hands behind his back.

Meanwhile, Song Yunuan sat on a small stool with Asheng and Yingying, eating ice cream.

As she ate, she watched the two little ones, not intending to let them eat too much.

At the same time, she found the leisure to say to Old Man Ji, "Second Grandpa, there’s no need to get this worked up, is there?"

Old Man Ji glared and asked Song Yunuan, "What are you planning to do next?"

Song Yunuan hooked her mouth into a sly smile, "Definitely nothing to do with historical relics."

Unless it was the despicable act from her memories where people’s remains were destroyed and their ashes scattered, she knew to keep silent on such matters.

Otherwise, it would be against the harmony of heaven.

She still understood such principles.

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While Song Yunuan and her brother headed to Old Mr. Ji’s home, the still light-headed Song Nian returned to his unit for work.

It was the first time in his life that he had taken a car in Kou County.

And for the first time, he found himself sitting in the legendary small canteen within the county government courtyard.

It was said that the head chef there was a descendant of the imperial chefs.

But he was filled with regret, pounding his chest in distress.

He couldn’t taste a thing on the table from start to finish.

Nervous, he was indeed very nervous.

Only when he got home from work in the evening and reflected on it did he grab Sun Jinrong and burst into tears, "Wife, Little Nuan is actually going to establish a cadre school for the workers because of me. How am I ever going to repay this tremendous favor?"

Sun Jinrong was bewildered too.

That morning, Secretary Han from Kou County had come to the timber mill, enthusiastically picking up her husband.

Right then, she knew it had to do with Little Nuan.

And indeed, it did.

Song Nian said, "You see, Little Nuan, she’s always smiling, but when she sets out to do something, she gets it done. I’m totally convinced now, truly. From now on, whatever Little Nuan says, I’ll listen."

Sun Jinrong hurriedly cautioned Song Nian, "Keep your mouth shut tight about this, don’t mention a word to anyone."

"I know, I know, I’m not stupid."

Of course, Song Nian understood well that even though it seemed almost certain, without the final official stamp, it didn’t count.

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Suddenly, the whole of Nanshan County Town was bustling with activity because of the workers’ cadre school.

To have such a school built here instantly added a golden edge to the entire Nanshan County Town.

Let alone other provinces, even factories from many cities in this province might send workers to attend training and study.

Principal Cui was the most excited of all.

Undoubtedly, he was set to be the head of the first session of the school.

Even if he held the position for just a year, he would have no regrets in life.

He rode his bicycle straight to Song Yunuan’s house.

He claimed he was delivering test papers for her tutoring class.

Song Yunuan was speechless; she already had too many papers.

She really did not want to do any more problems.

Principal Cui directly asked Song Yunuan, "Little Nuan, from which directions do you think I should start?"

He and Old Shang had worked on this plan together, but he was responsible for the foundation.

He told Song Yunuan that the new site for the school had already been chosen.

It was located on the west side of the county town, very close to the train station.

It used to be a large auditorium, and with proper renovations, it could accommodate over two thousand students.

For starters, it would be sufficient.

Then there was the issue of funding.

If it was successful, the authorities would allocate funds, but finances were tight at the moment, largely depending on local solutions.

Song Yunuan suggested they could collect tuition fees in advance and then seek donations, believing that many major factories in the county would be willing to contribute.

There was also the matter of teaching staff; they could discuss with Old Mr. Hu about getting initial support from the technical university and resolving some locally.

Once the local staff were trained, the supported staff could withdraw.

After talking it through with Song Yunuan, it seemed less overwhelming for him.

Just after Principal Cui left, a postal carrier brought a letter for Song Yunuan, saying it was from the Children’s Literature Publishing House.

Song Yunuan hurried over to sign for it.

She pinched it and felt certain, this was an acceptance, not a rejection.

After opening it, as expected, the serialization would begin in the next issue.

The remuneration was quite substantial now.

For her novella, the total came to over eight hundred yuan.

The letter was written by the chief editor, hoping Comrade Song Yunuan would continue to work hard and write many more good stories.

She didn’t use a pen name.

Just her real name.

The remittance slip would arrive in a while, and she was advised to keep an eye out for it.

Song Yunuan jumped for joy on the spot and shared the good news with her family.

Then she ran to the brigade headquarters to ask if it was still possible to subscribe to "Youth Literature and Art"?

Chu Zizhou looked at her in surprise and asked, "Why do you want to subscribe to that?"

"Because the children’s story I wrote has been published in it."

Chu Zizhou sized up Song Yunuan, "Impressive, a talented lady indeed."

Chu Zizhou said he would help her figure out a way.

Before a solution was found, she received a letter from Gu Huai’an.

In that era, receiving a letter from a young man for the first time, especially a handsome one, was quite wondrous for her.

Upon opening the letter, it read: Comrade Song Yunuan: Your letter was a joy to read.

Song Yunuan couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile.

She thought that even in a letter, one might write something like "Dear Comrade Song Yunuan."

After all, in this era, many people liked to start this way, ending with a "Yours sincerely."

So Song Yunuan skipped directly to the end to see how it was signed off.

While marveling at how beautiful Gu Huai’an’s fountain pen handwriting was, she smiled at the last few words.

She had thought he might end with something like, "More to be said later," or similar phrases.

But this was it?

Study well and make progress every day!

Okay, actually, this was normal.

This was not a love letter after all.

She looked back at the beginning of the letter.

Gu Huai’an: I’m not good at corresponding with others, this is my first time, please forgive me if there’s anything inappropriate.

But once I set pen to paper, I imagine a little one and a big one, hand in hand, running all over the place.

It seems chaotic, but you make sense of the chaos, which is quite rare.

And I can tell, many of your ideas are spontaneous.

At this moment, I suddenly find myself anticipating.

I believe, you won’t let my expectations down.

Cheer up, young one!

Song Yunuan raised her eyebrows.

After mulling it over carefully, she felt a sense of closeness, yet there was not a hint of flirtation.

Maybe her own ability to understand was too poor?

And then, he really did introduce the situation of Xia Bowen’s family.

Of course, there were no shady details.

It was written directly on the paper.

But on a separate sheet.

Just like reporting information.

Xia Bowen most valued his eldest son who graduated from Beidu University, his youngest son was idle, Xia Bowen was transferred to a new unit and became the chairman of a Sino-foreign joint venture pilot company.

There was someone named Shangguan Wan in the house, who came from Xiangjiang.

In his earlier years, Xia Bowen had a sworn enemy, Kou Hui from Nanshan County Town.

It was very detailed, of course, without any information about Zhu Feng and the others.

This separate sheet of paper, Song Yunuan put it away by itself.

For easier reference in the future.

No wonder it was delivered by a young comrade from the local horse farm, the envelope was different from the ordinary ones.

The postage stamps were also special.

Song Yunuan slapped her forehead, she had forgotten to buy a bunch of stamps!