"Humph!"
Xu Mo snorted coldly.
"I’ve co to give you sothing." The little fat man took out a notebook from the briefcase in his hand and carefully placed it on the desk. "This is what our boss asked to hand over to you before he left."
"What is this?" Xu Mo casually picked it up, but when he saw the familiar handwriting on the notebook, his eyes instantly welled up with tears. "This... is Rebirth’s handwriting?"
"Yeah! It’s worth a lot, don’t lose it."
"I won’t, I won’t." Xu Mo held it like a treasure in his arms, even kissing the notebook.
"Ugh..." The little fat man retreated a step in disdain. "You overseas-returned folks are really gross, doing sothing like this. If you’re really lonely, let take you to find a woman for so fun."
Xu Mo rolled his eyes at him, with unmistakable contempt in his gaze.
"What do you know? I ask you, what do you know?"
"You literary folks all have so sort of problem in your heads. I didn’t even finish primary school; I know nothing, alright?"
"Makes sense."
Xu Mo didn’t want to waste words with him and cherished holding the notebook, mumbling the words on it, "To my dearest sister, Resurrection."
"This is the story she wrote for her sister." Xu Mo excitedly skimd through, feeling stirred by the outline. However, upon reaching the end, he found the story unfinished.
It was only half written.
"Why is it only half? Where’s the other half?"
"Our boss said he didn’t have ti to finish it, so there’s only half."
The little fat man didn’t even know that Rebirth was Sheng Ning; he was simply relaying ng Ping’s words truthfully.
Xu Mo slumped into the chair in disappointnt, irritably rubbing his face. "Yeah! She died, she died, so of course it couldn’t be finished."
Looking at the final words, he suddenly felt it weigh a thousand pounds.
"The boss said you have to continue writing the rest and publish it, serializing it in One Weekly. Once he returns from the Southern Border, he must see Resurrection beco famous far and wide; otherwise, he’ll fire you."
"I promise to complete the task." Xu Mo answered solemnly.
"Is this man... driven insane by enemy torture?" The little fat man was startled by his sudden swings between sadness and joy. Forget it; best to retreat now!
Intellectuals, hardly any of them are normal.
****
At this mont along the border, Xu Qigang and Chen Yingjie moved swiftly through the jungle like leopards. The over-thousand-ter Dashan posed no difficulty for them.
In the Southern Border campaign years ago, they had co to this mountain many tis.
Crossing the border, the familiar broad-leaved forest lay ahead, and Xu Qigang stood still facing the tallest tree for a long ti.
Chen Yingjie also took off his hat, tall and straight, greeting the tree.
However, less than a mile away from them, Du Xiaosong observed quietly with the latest telescope from country M. "What is Captain Xu doing? Why greet a tree?"
Du Xiaosong curiously asked.
Beside him, ng Ping was already slumped on the ground, having barely survived tracking Xu Qigang, now too exhausted to even stand.
"Second Young Master, are you alright?" Du Xiaosong passed his canteen to him. "Your physique isn’t suited for such risky endeavors."
"No way, I’m sticking to it this ti." ng Ping gasped as he struggled up, took his telescope for a look, and that glance hit him like a bolt of lightning.
His face turned ashen white as snow.
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