Lying Win: My villains are all reborn

Wen Nian smiled and said, "It's okay. I won't use this much. If you buy it for just one kilogram, it will last for a long time."

"You..."

When Ma Conghua heard what she said, she no longer struggled with these issues, "Sister-in-law doesn't know what to say about you."

Hearing her helpless tone, Wen Nian just laughed.

…

At night, after the children had gone to bed, Wen Nian took out a pen and paper and prepared to consult the magazine editor on some matters.

She had to confirm what was wrong with the world.

Why can't she find the children's books she was familiar with in her previous life in the bookstore?

Why do bookstores only sell books imported from outside?

Have all those ancient, mysterious and beautiful stories of our family been forgotten?

Fortunately, some of the more famous magazines in her memory were still there, so her submission did not cause any unknown consequences.

Thinking of this, Wen Nian's writing speed became a little faster.

Of course, she didn't ask directly. Instead, she used the Chunqiu style of writing to hide the questions she wanted to ask between the lines.

I hope the editor can give the answer he wants.

After writing the letters, put them into different envelopes, write the address and recipient's name, open the drawer and take out the glue to seal them.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out the previous letter from the magazine that replied to him and read it carefully.

Hello Comrade Wen Nian:

I am very happy to receive such in-depth and good articles from you during this period.

Several of the views you raised are thought-provoking and make our generation of literati feel ashamed.

I didn’t expect that I, a newbie, would come up with something that even professional writers like me had not thought of. This is a dereliction of duty on our part.

…

I hope you can continue your efforts and submit more and better works to us, and we will prove the excellence of your works with reasonable remuneration.

this!

present!

The signature is so-and-so from a certain magazine.

When Wen Nian saw such wording before, he just thought it was polite and official talk.

But since I saw those phenomena in the bookstore today, I look back at these replies full of self-blame and shame...

Wen Nian felt vaguely in his heart that there must be a more terrifying reason that he didn't know about.

She read several replies from different magazines with similar wording.

After thinking about it for a while and making sure that there was nothing wrong with his reply, he put the things in the drawer and lay down to rest.

…

"Ah, sister, are you writing an article again?"

When Wen Nian handed the letter to Deng Wenwen the next day and asked him to help send it out, Ma Conghua couldn't help but get excited, "What is it written this time?"

"No."

Wen Nian didn't hide it, "Even if he wrote me a letter in his own hand, I didn't even think about sending him a reply."

She really didn't want to reply before.

After all, when I work at a magazine, I don’t know how many reply letters I have to write every day, and I don’t know how many submissions I have to review, so it is impossible to have time to read irrelevant letters.

The reason why I am specifically replying now is because I want to clear up the many doubts in my heart.

I hope the other party can give you a reply after receiving the letter.

"Oh, it should be."

When Ma Conghua heard what was going on, she felt a little disappointed. Then she quickly defended her with a smile, "I heard from your brother that writing articles is very hard on the brain."

“It’s normal that I haven’t written any new articles for a while.”

"Okay, if you don't understand, don't say so much."

Deng Wenwen reminded his mother-in-law in a low voice, "Then I'm going to the city. You guys have to work harder at home and take better care of me."

"Don't worry, we know it."

Ma Conghua urged, "You should leave quickly. You won't be able to catch the bus later."