A widower's entertainment

Chapter 21 [That’s not love]

"Hawthorn Love?"

Zheng Yong was a little surprised when he saw the name of this novel. It seemed like it was a love story.

Zheng Yong glanced at Lin Youcheng and saw that Lin Youcheng was coaxing his baby and carrying a baby on his back. He was really surprised that the father of six children was writing a love novel.

But at this time, Zheng Yong naturally couldn't read this story directly, but Zheng Yong noticed that there were two "Novel Daily" here, both of which were divided into upper and lower parts by Lin Youcheng's "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree".

Could it be said that "Novel Monthly" specially published a two-volume issue this time because of Lin Youcheng's "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree"?
  Probably not.

Zheng Yong felt that he was thinking too much. When he saw Lin Youcheng coaxing the baby in his arms, carrying another one on his back, and a four-year-old standing beside him with his head raised, as if he also wanted to hug him, he couldn't help but said: " Brother Lin, do you want me to help you?"

"No, thank you, Comrade Xiao Zheng."

Lin Youcai finally managed to coax Lin Zhaole, a crybaby, and took the magazine from Zheng Yong's hand and said, "Let's go back first."

"Manman, let's go home."

When Lin Zhaoman heard what Lin Youcheng said, he grabbed Lin Youcheng's hand with his little hand and followed Lin Youcheng home.

Zheng Yong looked at Lin Youcheng's leaving figure and couldn't help but admire Lin Youcheng. He was really good at taking care of these children.

However, what Zheng Yong admires the most is Lin Youcheng's ability to publish a novel in "Novel Monthly", and it seems to be a very long novel.

"Hawthorn Love?"

Zheng Yong was very curious about this novel and thought that he would buy it and read it when the work was over.

Is it really about love as he thought?
  "Comrade, that guy just now really published an article in a magazine?"

Li Aihong stepped forward and asked with some doubt and uncertainty: "Did he really write it?"

When Zheng Yong heard this, he turned to look at Li Aihong, nodded and said: "It's true, he really published a novel in "Novel Monthly"

Li Aihong's face was full of disbelief. She couldn't believe that the unreliable middle-aged street sweeper and widower actually published a novel in a magazine, and it was a long story. This really seemed like a fantasy.

It’s really a fantasy!
  As Lin Zhaoxi's teacher, Li Aihong naturally paid attention to the family of good student Lin Zhaoxi. She knew how unreliable Lin Zhaoxi's father was. He left the job of sweeping the street to his wife, and also left a group of children to his wife. They played cards and played cards outside all day long.

Such an unreliable person asked his wife to go to the hospital to give birth alone with her pregnant belly some time ago. Later, the woman died of dystocia.

No matter how you look at such people, they are bastards.

But now she actually heard from the postman, or witnessed with her own eyes that Lin Youcheng, the street sweeper, actually published a novel in a magazine, and it was also a full-length novel.

Is this really possible?

Li Aihong's eyes widened. She had no idea that this was really the case. She had just said with certainty that it was impossible. It was really not easy to publish an article in a magazine like "Novel Monthly".

She herself tried to write an article and submit it, but it was rejected.

Now Lin Youcheng, a street sweeper, can actually write novels, even full-length novels. This really makes Li Aihong unimaginable.

"By the way, the name of the novel written by Brother Lin is called "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree"."

"Hawthorn Love?"

Li Aihong was even more confused and surprised, and said: "This seems to be written about love."

"Yeah, it seems to be about that."

…     It can be said that on the same day, at different times and in different places, a lot of people noticed the bimonthly publication of "Novel Monthly", and then noticed this long article published by Lin Youcheng in "Novel Monthly" The novel "Love at the Hawthorn Tree".

Two issues of "Novel Monthly" and two issues of "Hawthorn Tree Love".

This naturally makes the readers more curious, and one by one they begin to walk into the world of Jingqiu and Lao San, and into that special but not so special distant time.

……

When Jingqiu looks at someone, it's like there is one pair of eyes in her head and another pair of eyes in her heart. The eyes in her mind told her that this man did not conform to the proletarian aesthetics, because his face was not black and red, but fair; his figure was not as strong as a black iron tower, but rather thin. His eyebrows are thicker, but they are not like two swords flying upward from the center of his eyebrows to both sides like in the propaganda poster. Although his eyebrows are thick, they are not tense at all. In a word, he does not meet the proletarian definition of "handsome."

……

The eyes in her heart were fully appreciating the non-revolutionary aspects of him, but they had not yet formed a clear point of view, just some undercurrents hidden in her consciousness. She only knew that her heart seemed to be throbbing for a while, she became extremely flustered, and suddenly she became very concerned about her clothes.

……

The story is so real and the writing is so delicate.

A vivid and real picture seemed to appear in front of everyone, and everyone saw the first encounter between Jingqiu and Lao San.

Then, in that simple and plain text, someone began to get to know the girl named Jingqiu, and also the young man named Lao San.

The story begins like that, and then everyone can't wait to continue reading the story, something is beating in their hearts.

Because they seemed to see those two simple yet heart-pounding words between every word.

……

Along the way, he held her hand, saying that it was too dark and he was afraid that she would fall.The hands of the two have been clasped together, a little sweaty.He asked: "I—hold your hand, are you—scared?"

"Ah."

"No one has held your hand before?"

"No." She asked curiously, "Have you ever held someone else's hand?"

He didn't answer for a while, and finally said, "If I held you, would you think I was a bad person?"

"Then you must have held me—"

"There is a difference between holding and pulling. Sometimes, it's because of responsibility, sometimes it's because there's no other way, and sometimes it's because of love-"

……

Just like Jingqiu, in that special era, I had never heard anyone say the word "love" directly.

Because when it came to love, other words were used instead.

But at this moment, all readers clearly saw those two words.

Those two words are like shining dazzling lights in the dark night, dotted with stars, carrying a fatal attraction, so shocking, so moving.

But they don't know that it's not love, but -

A tear gas bomb about to explode.

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