What immediately came into view was a hospital diagnosis sheet. She clicked it and saw that it read:

"The texture of both lungs is clear, and a small nodule-like dense shadow can be seen at the apex of the right lung; patchy, patchy and dense shadows can be seen in the middle lobe of the right lung and the upper lobe of the left lung..."

Du Kezhu pursed his lips, tried hard to suppress the impatience in his heart, and typed on his mobile phone:

"What's wrong?"

There was a quick reply:

"I went to the hospital for a checkup. The situation is quite serious. I don't want to delay your study. I'll send it to you for a look."

Du Kezhu said: "The diagnostic opinion above is that there may be inflammation. If it is just inflammation, then it is not bad."

Mother: "Where is the best place? I'm afraid it will affect your studies and I don't dare to tell you. I feel out of breath these days."

After a while, another message was sent over there:

"I'm living alone in the hospital with no one to care about me. I'm spending more and more money. There's no point in living. I might as well go home and wait to die."

Du Kezhu held his breath: "Where is your husband?"

"He is busy at work and wants to make money. He is already poor and is not making money. Are we all going to drink the northwest wind?"

One year after the death of Du Kezhu's biological father, his mother found a boyfriend. He dressed in a very unflattering style and claimed to work in a freight company. Later, the mother and daughter discovered that he was actually unemployed.

After living together for a year, the two got their marriage certificate, secretly because Du Kezhu had always objected. Later, Du Kezhu found their marriage certificate at home, and her mother officially acknowledged it to her.

My stepfather said that girls don’t need to be highly educated, as it would be difficult to get married if they were too highly educated. Du Kezhu is so beautiful, so she should get to know more people while she is young and get married early. After finishing her studies, she will be old.

My mother said, your father is right, how much money can you make after studying, and how many years will it take to make up for the family expenses? You should stop studying after you finish high school.

Du Kezhu didn't think so. She felt that ever since her mother got married, her mind had been filled with shit. She spent all the family money on having sex with that man, but she thought she couldn't afford her studies.

So she wrote, read, made money, and got admitted to Nanjing University.

At first, her family had a negative attitude towards her writing, thinking that it was impossible to make money from writing and that she was working in vain. Until that day, she put the royalties into a duffel bag and threw it on the dining table at home.

It was really satisfying at the time, but it became the thing she regretted the most. After that, her family came to her for money every day, so she had to change her vest again and again.

If she hadn't been in a hurry to leave her family, she wouldn't have been in a hurry to buy a house. If she hadn't been in a hurry to buy a house, she wouldn't have bought an unfinished building because she didn't do enough homework.

If it hadn't been for the unfinished building she bought, she wouldn't have had to become a writer.

Du Kezhu replied: "Just tell me, what do you want?"

"If I want to be hospitalized, I will have to hire a nurse, as well as nutritional expenses, medicine expenses, oxygen expenses..."

"How much?"

"It must be 50,000 anyway."

After the transfer was completed, the other party suddenly became silent, and the good night fell into silence.

Lu Qingxuan's words echoed in my ears again, "This 'part-time job' of yours will definitely require you to give up some things, such as self-esteem, integrity, etc. I don't think you are short of money enough to give up those things..."

Du Kezhu smiled bitterly.

Sorry, she doesn't think that making money requires abandoning self-esteem.

If she really needs to throw away her self-esteem to make money, then she has no self-esteem in the first place.

If she can't make money, she will lose her self-esteem.

…

"Hello, I am the author of "Fire in the Stone", Wang Zixu... No, it's a bit dry."

"Hello, I am Wang Zixu, and I wrote "Fire in the Stone"...it's weird."

"...Hello, I am Wang Zixu, the one who wrote "Fire in the Stone"...um..."

Wang Zixu practiced it several times in front of the mirror, but the results were not satisfactory and he always felt strange.

He glanced at his watch. It was 8:08 in the morning, still two hours away from the scheduled meeting. He looked into the mirror and said:

"Hello, my name is Wang Zixu, "Fire in the Stone" was written by me... No, thanks to my work "Fire in the Stone" for giving us the opportunity to meet... ugh..."

He retched into the washbasin, but couldn't vomit anything. His stomach felt like a bag of stones, making a "clack-clack" sound as they collided with each other.

Turning on the faucet and washing his face, he shivered.

The experiences he had experienced during this period had already left him disappointed. Although he received an unexpected and beautiful promise on the phone yesterday, he always felt as if he was facing an abyss, as if the next step would be a failure.

In a blink of an eye, the appointed time came. Wang Zixu waited outside the train station for a long time. While waiting anxiously, he received a call. The editor said that she had already left the station and got into a taxi and asked him to meet at a certain coffee shop.

Wang Zixu hurried over, and as soon as he entered the store, he saw a woman standing up and waving to him with her hands raised high.

The woman had medium to short hair, put on light makeup, and had some baby fat on her face. She looked cute. After seeing Wang Zixu, a smile appeared on her lips:

"As expected, it's you. When I saw your name, I wondered if it could be you, but it turned out to be you."

Wang Zixu stared at her, stammered, and opened his mouth for a long time. Her name was on his lips, but he couldn't say it out.

"Pu Yuyang, do you remember? I'm an old classmate."

The woman stretched out her hand and took the initiative to shake it. Wang Zixu finally said, "I really didn't expect to see you here."

The woman was his high school classmate. They had some interactions in high school, but they had no contact since college. Neither of them expected to meet here, and in this form.

Wang Zixu sat down opposite her, and behind him sat a well-dressed old man drinking coffee. He kept leaning towards him, but he didn't pay much attention. When the two of them talked about the past, they both felt very sad.

"Do you remember Xiao Fei? The one who always came first in the exam. I heard that he got into Nancai and is now his own boss. And Ye Ting, after graduating from China Economics, she went to study in the United States and worked in foreign trade after returning...

…Also, Xie Cong, aren’t you very familiar with him?”

When Pu Yuyang talked about the things that happened when he was in school, Wang Zixu was a little hesitant. He had been cut off from communication with his classmates for a long time. When he talked about those things, he felt as if he had lived in another world. The more he listened, the more he felt that he had accomplished nothing after living for 30 years. Fortunately, Pu Yuyang returned soon.

Main topic.

"When I called you yesterday, I was thinking, your name looks so familiar. Is it you? But the style of writing doesn't quite resemble the impression you gave me before. I'm afraid it's the same name, so I don't dare to talk to you.

Admit it. I didn’t expect that you would actually go down the road of literature and write so well. It’s really unbelievable. I remember that you were admitted to a science and engineering school at that time, right?”

Wang Zixu nodded: "I studied at Beijing Institute of Technology. By the way, do you remember what universities all your classmates went to?"

Pu Yuyang smiled: "Some students who have a deep impression will remember it."

Wang Zixu sighed to himself, this is really a talent.

"How did you become an editor at "Get"?" Wang Zixu asked.

"Why, can't you take it?" Pu Yuyang said with a smile, "I like literature, and I also studied Chinese in college. If I don't take the public exam, I will have no choice but to become an editor."

Wang Zixu was very envious of her experience and nodded: "That's great."

"Back to the topic," Pu Yuyang took out his "Fire in the Stone" manuscript from his bag, "Many editors in our editorial department have read your work and they are all amazed, but we have a problem."

Wang Zixu became nervous: "You ask."

"I noticed that your manuscript was not submitted to our "Obtain" at the beginning, but to "Ancient City". Can I take the liberty to ask why?" Pu Yuyang came over cautiously and asked.
Chapter completed!