When we arrived at Wen Ziying, the first thing that caught Xia Yu's eyes was Wen Ziying's palm holding the pen and the manuscript paper spread on the table.

What Wen Ziying is writing, but she hasn't finished it yet.

"Come and report to me to write?" Xia Yu asked.

"No need, let it go." Wen Ziying said.

Putting down the pen, Xia Yu scanned the contents on the manuscript and found that this was an essay, an essay about Qiuju.

The words are gorgeous and delicate, and there are many inks on light, color and shape, revealing a beautiful and colorful look.

The prose is about one or two paragraphs away to end. If nothing unexpected happens, this is a rare fine essay.

The description of autumn chrysanthemums in prose cannot be written by imagination, but Xia Yu looked around and did not find a pot of autumn chrysanthemums.

Maybe I went out to observe and think about it first, and then started writing when I came back.

Putting this matter aside, Xia Yu asked Wen Ziying: "Are you ready to submit the article?"

"Not prepared." Wen Ziying replied.

"Isn't you ready to write it like this?" Xia Yu was surprised.

Wen Ziying did not answer, this was something she didn't want to say more.

Xia Yu didn't ask much. He put down the manuscript paper and looked to the side. He saw a drawer open with a stack of manuscript paper inside.

"Is this the original novel?" Xia Yu reached out to get it curiously.

Nowadays, young writers use handwriting less and less. After all, the keyboard can only press a word with a few keys, but handwriting requires so many strokes.

His hand paused before reaching into the drawer, giving Wen Ziying a chance to stop it, but Wen Ziying did not make any noise.

This is a preset he can take to see.

Taking out the manuscript paper, Xia Yu was surprised to find that what was in a drawer was not novels, but prose and poetry. The poems also included modern poetry and ancient poetry, and even imitation works of Yuefu.

Let’s look at the prose again. The styles are also varied, colorful, simple and narrative, plain and natural, and unrestrained... Almost all famous styles can be found in it.

Whether it is prose or poetry, from Xia Yu's perspective, although it is not a high-quality article, at least there is no problem with logging in to the first-line magazines in the area.

With these, Wen Ziying's literary girl's character can be more distinct. After all, in the eyes of some literary youths, only prose and poetry are real literature.

"Are you planning to make big news after your death?" Xia Yu asked.

There was a poet in history who was unknown during his lifetime. After his death, his children found several notebooks under his bed, which were full of poems. A publishing house tried to turn into a collection of poems and published them, and it was fired.

Unfortunately, the poet could not see this scene. I don’t know why he silently accumulated poems like a squirrel and refused to reveal them.

"What my mother is best at is prose and poetry." What Wen Ziying said was the words on the surface that it seemed that there was no connection with Xia Yu's problem.

Xia Yu was waiting for Wen Ziying to give further explanation, but Wen Ziying did not continue.

Feeling that Wen Ziying was feeling a little complicated at the moment, Xia Yu didn't know how to ask directly.

He silently looked through the manuscript paper in his hand.

In his heart, the pleasure of peeking at the author's manuscript was raised.

However, it’s okay to read a few of these prose poems when you’re bored, but after reading them for a long time, it feels too boring.

Especially Xia Yu has experienced the prosperous entertainment of his previous life. After seeing too many colorful neon lights, even if the oil lamp is exquisite, it feels lacking in fun.

At this time, Wen Ziying spoke: "I'm going to see my mother today, are you going?"

Xia Yu thought that Wen Ziying was either not unaware that he would not leave eight hours later. Inviting him like this was to let him use Wen Ziying's body to meet Bian Guping.

Anyway, there was nothing to do, he agreed.

Under Wen Ziying's guidance, he came to the station and took the bus to the countryside.

The bus was a little bumpy and it took an hour and a half before finally getting to the place.

After getting off the bus, Xia Yu walked for another half an hour, entered a village, and met Wen Ziying's hometown.

It was a big ancient house, and the materials looked very new and were newly built in an ancient style.

It was almost noon, and the villagers who came back from the fields greeted Wen Ziying.

Xia Yu, who didn't know anyone, could only respond with a smile.

The house was not closed, so Xia Yu walked in directly.

Entering the door is a yard and a corridor.

Judging from An Siyao's villa, the yard is not big, but it is already the size of an ordinary person's house.

After walking through the yard and reaching the lobby, Xia Yu saw a maid.

The maid was holding dishes and setting the table. When she saw Wen Ziyu, she was a little surprised.

"Miss." The maid stood aside with some restraint.

It seems that Wen Ziying doesn't come here often, otherwise the maid wouldn't be so surprised and restrained.

"Madam is in the room," the maid said again.

Nodding normally, Xia Yu followed Wen Ziying's guidance and entered the room to the east.

The room was filled with imitation old objects, the dark large account desk and the cabinet that was taller than people made Xia Yu missed it a little.

Beside the window deep in the room, a figure sat on a chair, looking at the view outside.

That should be Bian Guping.

When Xia Yu came in, he didn't take a light step. Bian Guping should have heard the sound, but he turned his head to see it at all.

When she came to Bian Guping's side, Xia Yu looked at her face.

It was a face full of wind and frost. Compared to his actual age, Bian Guping was at least ten years older.

She finally turned her head and glanced at Wen Ziyu. Her eyes were calm, as if she had not seen anyone.

Turning his head back again, Bian Guping continued to look out the window.

Outside the window, there is a chrysanthemum that is blooming.

Wen Ziying's voice sounded in Xia Yu's mind: "I'm old and have a bad brain."

This is an explanation of Bian Guping's appearance.

Xia Yu had other doubts in his heart, such as the issue of not living together, the issue of the house, and the issue of Wen Ziying's father, but it was not easy to ask directly.

Wen Ziying continued, "I heard that my mother lived here when she was a child. The house fell into the back and the flood flooded the house again, so she went to the city."

There was no point in what Wen Ziying said. It sounded like an ordinary reminiscence, but the increase to LV2 allowed Xia Yu to know that things were not that simple.

After saying these words, Wen Ziying's intimacy with him increased.

There is too little intelligence, so he has no way to analyze it.

Staying in Wen Ziying's hometown until three o'clock in the afternoon, Xia Yu took a bus back to Zilang City.

After eight hours passed, Xia Yu returned to his body.

It was around five o'clock in the evening.

Xia Yu, who felt a little strange in his heart, sent another message to Yu Ningmeng and asked her about Wen Ziying.

"A few hours have passed, and you found a new love?" Yu Ningmeng replied.

"I want to know about Wen Ziying's mother Bian Guping," Xia Yu explained.

"From a girl to an aunt, your hobbies are a bit unique." Yu Ningmeng sighed.

Xia Yu pretended not to see this sentence.

"Bian Guping is from the literary circle, how could I know about her? You guy, shouldn't you treat me as a gossip machine?" Yu Ningmeng replied.

Xia Yu knew that Yu Ningmeng was not unable to get news, but was just refusing.

When you reach the Yu Family Group level, you have relationships with all walks of life. At most, you can get information by making a few twists and turns.

After thinking about it, Xia Yu said: "When talking about gossip, I actually have a business idea."

"What's your thought?" Yu Ningmeng immediately became energetic.

"But I am forgetful if I don't gossip. If I can't get the news from Bian Guping, I can't remember what I think."

"You're waiting." After saying that, there was no news from Yu Ningmeng.

Putting down your phone, Xia Yu was waiting.

An hour later, Yu Ningmeng sent the collected news.

"Bian Guping's family was originally a big landlord in Zilang. After fighting against the landlord, the policy was opened. Bian Guping's grandfather opened a small factory with the gold bars he had hidden before, and his life was very comfortable."

"When Bian Guping was a child, a small factory was blocked due to pollution, and the flood washed away the house and land. Bian Guping's family went to the city. At this time, their family still had savings and lived a good life. The area savings were almost used up, and Bian Guping also became a well-known writer and could still make a living."

"Then she married a local wealthy businessman. The wealthy businessman fell ill after marriage, and the company sold it and owed some debts but couldn't save her life."

"I haven't collected the rest yet, so I'll have to wait for more time."

Xia Yu glanced at Yu Ningmeng's words and found nothing unusual.
To be continued...