A true marriage required the joint support and assistance of two people, and she didn’t wish to marry Cao Yuan only to live in a marriage where she was the only one giving and never seeing her husband. Rather than that, she preferred to be without it, even if he was a soldier whom she admired. That wouldn’t do.
She was already thirty years old, well past the age of impulse, with a long life still ahead. She would not choose to settle because of blind admiration.
Aunt Wang wasn’t an unreasonable person either. In fact, it was better for the two to have things out in the open, which would make their future interactions more convenient.
Soon, Gong Mingxia arrived in H city, and a month had passed. This month had been both tough and joyful. The tough part was the daily commute back and forth, but the joy ca from seeing returns on her efforts. Her daughter had also started kindergarten, and the two of them were living the good life of normal people, which to her was serendipitous.
In this half a month, Gong Mingxia had earned 1,800 yuan, pure profit. This was much better than she had imagined. On average, she was able to make a profit of one hundred yuan per day. At this rate, buying a house wasn’t out of the question.
Furthermore, ng Xiuying had replied to her letter after going ho, stating that she had moved out. Although she felt bad about troubling her elderly parents who were now living alone, she needed to let them rest. So, she followed Gong Mingxia’s advice to live independently, spending her spare ti writing and submitting articles to magazines. After all, she was a graduate of Renmin University’s Chinese Literature departnt. Even if she didn’t succeed, she should see it as gaining experience, right? She couldn’t just do nothing.
Xiuying’s daughter was at an age when she both needed and cost a great deal, so Xiuying accepted any money her parents and brother offered, though she ticulously accounted for it, planning to repay every penny. She had already caused them enough worry. Now that she was a single mother, she couldn’t add to their troubles. Thus, she needed to learn to be independent.
Gong Mingxia admired such a ng Xiuying, but Xiuying’s experiences also inspired her. She had read so many stories in her previous life and never had the chance to write. Could she perhaps write a decent online novel?
Online literature wasn’t very popular yet, so she could take her ti writing, with the intention to publish it when it beca trendy.
The more Gong Mingxia thought about it, the more feasible it seed. However, when she actually picked up the pen to begin writing, she realized she was at a loss for words—or rather, she lacked the talent.
Even a simple character description seed beyond her, let alone more demanding aspects of writing like character transitions and scene settings. She certainly had plenty of plot ideas in her head, but when it ca to actually putting pen to paper, she found it imnsely difficult; she simply couldn’t write them out.
What she did write, she tore up, tore up again, and yet again, never satisfied with the results.
As a science student, handling these creative tasks was quite challenging indeed. She rembered how composing essays was always her weakest point during her school days.
Her eyes suddenly brightened when they inadvertently swept across the envelope from Xiuying.
Then, with a snap of her fingers, she had a revelation, "Right, how could I have forgotten about Xiuying? We could totally collaborate—one narrates, and the other writes!"
Thus, Gong Mingxia imdiately wrote a letter to ng Xiuying, with its central content being the idea to co-author a novel.
Gong Mingxia had many ideas, all stemming from future movies, TV dramas, and plots from novels. It was the year 1997, the height of Taiwanese romance, the peak period of Jin Yong’s and Qiong Yao’s dramas, while online literature had not yet fully taken shape. Perhaps they could be pioneers, writing one book to test the waters?
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