Chapter 75 (1/2)

Hou Xiling hasn't started writing for several years, but his skill is still the same.

The characters in the script are plump, and an jiuyu is cruel and insensitive.

Xiao Zi was passionate and unrestrained, patriotic and concerned about the people.

When Peiping was about to fall, the warlords seized the opportunity to seize the territory, regardless of the country's life and death, and everyone's personality leapt onto the paper.

Hou Xiling made an appointment to meet Jiang se the next day, so he saw that after 9:30, although he had not finished reading the story, he still put down the script in his hand.

Hou Xiling made a phone call yesterday, has already sent home address to her mobile phone.

The old man is not used to the current contact information. She sends a short message. She orders, washes, changes clothes and goes out. She finds a breakfast shop outside the community and takes the subway after breakfast.

Hou Xiling's home is located in a courtyard on the east side of the central part of the imperial capital. The houses are antique. With the development of the times, the house prices in this area have gone up and up again and again. It is a place where money can't buy it.

She bought some fruit and knocked on the door when Hou Xiling took the kettle and poured the camellia.

In his early years, Hou Xiling bought all of this courtyard. The gate was facing the main house, and there were wing rooms on both sides. The middle yard was divided into two parts, half of which were built with grape trellis, and the other half of the courtyard was empty.

Around the courtyard, some plants and trees were planted, and a Chinese flowering crabapple tree was planted in one corner of the courtyard. The place is not small.

”Here comes Xiaojiang.”

After Hou Xiling's wife came to open the door, Hou Xiling poured water, put the pot on, and waved to the river with a smile.

It seems that there is no one else in the family except for the two old people. Jiang se first asked the two old people how they were, and Hou Xiling said:

”you are still very early.”

When Jiang se came over, it was just nine o'clock, and the time was really very early. ”It's rare to have a chance to talk to Mr. Hou. I wanted to come and visit earlier, just for fear of disturbing.”

Hou Xiling's wife was a high school teacher in her early years. Although she was old, she had a good temperament. Obviously, she knew that Jiang se was coming, so she prepared all the tea in the morning.

After hearing this, she said with a smile:

”we usually have few people here. After the children grow up, they can do nothing at home. It's just right to come here.”

Hou Xiling led Jiang se to sit down on the stone table in the courtyard. In the middle of October, the emperor's capital was getting colder. He wore a white shirt and a gray knitted jacket. He chatted with Jiang se:

”have you finished reading the script of the grand event of Peking?”

Jiangse shook her head and said, ”not yet. I usually live in school. When I go back occasionally, I saw Xiao Zi last night in order to prevent an jiuyu from signing a contract with the Japanese aggressors and stop Beiping from falling.”

She didn't read books in prison. She read slowly. Maybe she learned Chinese language and literature before she was reborn. When she read, she noticed that Hou Xiling was very careful in choosing words and sentences, which showed that her writing skills were very profound.

”Reading is a very enjoyable process for me.” In particular, reading Hou Xiling's book, each paragraph makes people ponder over and over again. After reading a paragraph, the whole person is in a good mood.