She remarried after her elder sister-in-law passed away early

At this time, the woman had already reached the end of the village, but she did not stop. Instead, she continued walking west from the road at the end of the village, probably going to the village next to Baijia Village.

When the people walked over, Yun Qinghuan looked at the child's back and frowned, feeling that the child looked familiar.

"Who is this kid? Why does he look familiar?"

She turned around and asked Qiao Yue.

Only then did she realize that Qiao Yue's face was a bit ugly, and she stared at the boy's leaving back for a long time.

Hearing Yun Qinghuan's words, she pursed her lips and said, "I think he is probably Gu Mingliang's son."

"what?"

Yun Qinghuan was really surprised now. She looked at the child's back again. She was a little far away and couldn't see clearly, but she could see that he fell again. The woman did not stop and wait for him, but walked away. The sound was getting faster and faster, so the child quickly got up from the ground, not even bothering to pat the dust off his body, and hurriedly walked over there, as if he was afraid of being left behind.

The baby is just over one year old, and he is so ignorant that he is praised even for his steady walking. But now, he has walked so far alone on his short legs.

Yun Qinghuan pursed her lips, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart.

She really didn't like Xia Yuhua, it could even be said that she disliked her, and she didn't have a good impression of Gu Mingliang.

But the child is innocent, especially now that she is a mother herself, she cannot bear to see her child suffer.

She looked at Qiao Yue with some confusion, "Didn't you say that the child's life is pretty good?"

Before Gu Mingliang went to college, he specifically asked Qiao Yue's man, Shen Jingyang, to help him write a letter to tell him about his son's situation.

Shen Jingyang agreed and wrote a letter almost every other month and sent it.

Before giving birth to the child, Yun Qinghuan thought of this and asked Qiao Yue how Xia Yuhua's child was doing now.

What Qiao Yue told her at that time was that she hadn't heard anyone say that the child was not doing well, so I guess he was doing pretty well.

That's how it is in the countryside. If something happens, it will spread to everyone. Every time Shen Jingyang inquires about Gu Mingliang's son, he can't go to Xia's house and ask Xia Yuhua's family, and they won't tell the truth.

Every time Shen Jingyang asked people from Xiajiacun.

Qiao Yue's face was not very pretty, "I'll go home and ask Jingyang later. Maybe the person he asked deceived him."

Qiao Yue was a mother herself, and she felt uncomfortable seeing Gu Mingliang's son like this.

Zhao Qiumei watched from the side and narrowed her eyes, "That person probably didn't trick Shen Zhiqing. This kid probably didn't go out much before, so outsiders don't know how he is doing."

Even she and Wang Shufeng had never heard that the child was not doing well.

Wang Shufeng nodded in agreement, "That's right. I haven't heard any rumors that Xia Yuhua's son is not doing well. I just heard that she didn't like her son very much. But before Gu Zhiqing left, she She didn't want to see her son either, who knew that the child's life would be so miserable after Gu Zhiqing left for school."

It doesn't matter if you wear dirty clothes, the key is that you still look thin.

At first, when Gu Mingliang was here, the child was still chubby.

Wang Shufeng couldn't help but cursed at the side, "Xia Yuhua is really not a human being. No matter what, this child is still her biological son. Why are you so cruel!"

Her son is usually naughty, and if he gets angry, Wang Shufeng will beat the child, but she is not willing to let her child starve and freeze.

Several people were silent.Because of the incident involving Gu Mingliang's son, Gu Yushan, several people had no intention of chatting anymore. Seeing that it was not too early, they all went home with their children in their arms.

During dinner in the evening, Yun Qinghuan told her mother-in-law about the child Xiaoshan she met during the day. Liu Yuzhi was usually very popular in the village, and she knew a little about the differences between his parents and his family.

"Mom, before Gu Zhiqing went to college, he even sent some food to our family. Now that his son is doing so poorly, I feel a little unhappy. If you have channels, can you help me find out? How is the child doing now? I can't even find out."

Liu Yuzhi frowned when she heard that the one-year-old child had followed the adults so far, "Don't worry, I will ask my old sisters tomorrow. It's true that this Xia family is also my grandson. I really give it up."

At night, Bai Naihan was playing with the little guy on the bed.

Yun Qinghuan was lying in front of the desk and lighting the kerosene lamp. There was still a little ending left in a manuscript. She planned to finish it as soon as possible and then give it to the man and ask him to take it to the factory to make a copy for later use. There was also a manuscript Copies are sent to the editor-in-chief.

More than a month has passed since the birth of the child, and the manuscript originally intended for the editor has not been given yet.

Who knew that the child would be born so suddenly, disrupting her plans.

I felt a little guilty, fearing that the editor would be let off by me, so I wrote to urge her.

I don't know how long I have been writing. After finishing the last period, Yun Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his forehead. He felt that his brain was almost exhausted from thinking about the story, and his head hurt a little.

It feels like it’s not easy to earn royalties, and it becomes more and more difficult as you get to the end, especially writing a good story really takes time and effort.

After resting for a while, he checked it from beginning to end and found that there was nothing wrong with it. Then he turned back to the man and said, "Tomorrow, you can help me send this manuscript to the editor-in-chief. By the way, pick up this month's manuscript fee and letter for me."

"By the way, don't forget to make a copy of the manuscript and keep it as a manuscript."

Bai Naihan is very capable, and I don’t know what he told people. When he went to the city to discuss work, he actually got a copy machine.

Yun Qinghuan's pressure to write a manuscript was relieved in an instant.

In the past, she was afraid that if the manuscript was lost when she sent it, she would have to rewrite the story. In order to prevent this from happening, she would copy a story again every time she finished it and keep a backup.

It's very time-consuming and laborious.

The man had already coaxed the child to sleep. He leaned against the bed and stared intently at his daughter's sleeping form, then he responded when he heard the words.

Then he said, "Don't stay up too long. Watch it again during the day tomorrow. Be careful of hurting your eyes."

"Don't worry, I have a measure."

The man stopped talking.

It was a little hot, so Yun Qinghuan fanned himself and read a high school book.

It was already the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and it was not long before the college entrance examination was resumed. She did not dare to underestimate people of this era. The college entrance examination was even more difficult for thousands of people to cross the single-plank bridge. If she wanted to get into the university of her choice, she would have to work hard. No way.

It was only at this time of night that she had a man to take care of the children, so she rarely had time to study quietly.

Although the mother-in-law will help take care of the child during the day, as long as the child is awake, she must be in the child's field of vision, otherwise the child will cry easily, be easily interrupted when doing anything, and lose concentration.

When she was almost finished studying, she put down her book and twisted her stiff neck. Then she felt the wind behind her. When she turned around, she found that the man was standing quietly behind her, holding a fan in his hand to fan himself.

(End of this chapter)