Reborn 1980, Mountains Have Spirits, I Have Fields

Chapter 423

A week later, Ling Mei and Ling Yun arrived in the United States.

Ling Hui picked him up at the airport and took him directly to the 80-square-meter hut he rented.

He invited the proprietress of the supermarket to help prepare a table of dishes.The proprietress still likes him very much, although he pays a lot.

Ling Hui eats a lot.While eating, he praised his brother's craftsmanship: "I almost threw up after eating Western food in France."

Ling Mei looked at her younger brother with a smile: "There is still half a year to graduate."

Ling Yun nodded vigorously: "Yes, I can finally go home."

Ling Hui paused with his chopsticks: "Are you planning to return to China?"

Ling Yun raised his eyebrows: "Of course. I went to France to learn advanced agricultural equipment automation technology in order to return to China to help my sister's company. Besides, we two brothers can't stay away from our parents and stay in a foreign country."

Ling Hui blurted out, "Isn't there still Ling Mei?"

"Mom." Jingjing asked strangely, "Why are you crying?"

"Sister. I have another good idea." Ling Yun said excitedly, "Let my brother write your autobiography for you? He understands all your mental journeys and the most real situation of my family. He doesn't even need an interview. And the Chinese and English versions are easy. Done. What do you think?"

Ling Hui then put down his idle work and concentrated on writing Ling Mei's autobiography.

"How good would it be if you were still here?"

"You must have found your mountain god, right? Is she as beautiful and noble as ever, making the male gods jealous?"

In the distance, Junxiao was leading Jingjing to pick mushrooms, when suddenly his anxious and panicky voice sounded: "Jingjing, where have you been, Jingjing?"

There was knowing laughter from the bathroom.

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Huaxia Dragon Vein, Qinling.

In her arms, she held a long-haired kitten not much bigger than her daughter's face, with a light golden luster all over her body.Big ears, round eyes, and a big fluffy tail flicking around.

"Go, go. As long as you write well, your future is limitless!"

Ling Yun blinked: "Really? Are you American or Chinese?"

After the meal, Ling Hui made tea and washed some fruits.The three siblings sat on the balcony and chatted.

Where do I start?

Ling Mei's heart was beating wildly, and she hurried forward to find someone.

Ling Mei stretched out her hand, choked with sobs and said, "Xiao Jin, come into my arms."

Ling Hui got a manuscript fee enough to buy a house he rented, and when he was ready to enter the top management of the publishing house, he accidentally heard a conversation between the boss and his colleagues in the bathroom.

Jingjing was even more surprised: "How did mom know that I named it Xiaojin?"

Ling Hui smiled complicatedly.Thinking that I couldn't get rid of Lingmei's shadow when I arrived in the United States, I was really depressed.As soon as I thought about it, after I finished writing this book, my career would go up to the next level, and I swallowed all kinds of unwillingness.

In the end, she lay powerless in the shredded paper, covering her face and weeping bitterly.

"The United States and China publish together." Ling Hui's voice was dry. "The manuscript fee is very generous. It sells well, and the copyright fee is so high that you can't imagine—"

The mountain is silent, only the sound of the wind.

The country he yearns for, the country he loves—

"I understand." Ling Mei laughed secretly, making such an arrogant person like Ling Hui bow his head and beg her to give him a chance to develop his career.That was not easy.

When the autobiography was officially published, Ling Yun had already graduated and returned to China, and it was two years later when the Chinese version was introduced in China.

"If he is smart enough, he should know, how can our publishing house be dominated by a Chinese person?"

Ling Yun immediately said: "Writing an autobiography is not based on age, but on experience. With rich experience, there is nothing wrong with writing an autobiography at the age of 20. I see, sister, your autobiography is divided into two parts. First, the upper part will be written about you. Merit for graduating from college. How was it?"

Let Mei Renfeng blow the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Ling Yun laughed happily.

Jun Xiao was stunned, and looked at his wife with mixed surprises.

"Xiao Jin. It's been more than ten years in a blink of an eye."

The tip of the pen was dazed for a while, and the first line fell:

Ling Mei would not refute Ling Yun's face, she smiled dotingly and said: "You agree. That's fine."

"I recommend him. But if the shareholders don't agree with me, there's nothing I can do, right?"

She looked around, and within a few steps, she saw the dangling red bow on Jingjing's braid.

Lingmei's experience is full of twists and turns. The experience from a peasant girl to a rich man is really enjoyable.Ever since, the Korean version of the Japanese version has also begun preparations.

Ling Hui finally found an opportunity, and said carefully: "Ling Mei, the publishing house I work for wants to discuss the feasibility of autobiography with you."

Jun Xiao flushed with anxiety: "I obviously followed her every step of the way, but she disappeared in the blink of an eye just now."

Ling Hui realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, poured a glass of wine, and smiled awkwardly: "You are right. But I still want to persuade you that you will have a better future if you stay in the United States to develop."

"In the remote Luxu Town in Fujian, China, there is Xianyun Mountain. The villages on the mountain are shrouded in mist every night. Our protagonist was born in an ordinary farmer's family in Yunlai Village."

How can it be, how can it be—

Ling Mei watched her daughter running towards her in a daze.

"The only imperfection is the lack of you, Xiaojin."

"But--"

The kitten raised its head, tilted its head, and its bulging golden pupils looked at Fan Lingmei curiously.

Ling Mei was chewing vegetables expressionlessly, and Ling Yun frowned and said: "My parents raised the three of us, so there's no reason to let my sister take care of my parents alone."

The BOSS of the publishing house was surprised that Ling Hui had obtained Ling Mei's autobiography authorization contract so quickly, and patted him on the shoulder: "That's great! John! How did you do it? You're a genius!"

"Indeed. But people like him probably love America more than we do?"

Ling Hui: "Chinese. Eat your food and take care of yourself."

Powerlessness and anger overwhelmed him like a howling wave.

Ling Hui thought of the supermarket owner's daughter, and said casually, "I already have a direction. Let our mother rest assured."

The brand-new green card still had a fresh scent of ink, and he tore it to pieces in extreme anger.

Lingmei burst into tears.

In the green forest all over the sky, Lingmei stood quietly in front of Foye Ridge.

……

Gone in the blink of an eye?Mei's thoughts moved slightly.

But the news from Ling Hui is that the autobiography is selling well in Europe.Everyone wants to know the origin of the Chinese woman who is called the godmother of the fashion industry.

It was as if a castle in the air collapsed in an instant, and the dust and smoke billowed, leaving only ruins in the end.

"Yes." The boss combed his hair in the mirror, "I promised him."

"I brought Jingjing to see you again."

"Oh. Then he will be sad."

Ling Mei laughed: "How old am I? Autobiography, it's too early."

Ling Mei looked at the entanglement of anticipation and jealousy in Ling Hui's eyes, and asked deeply, "Will it be published in the United States?"

Ling Hui's first edition was revised several times, first sent to Ling Mei for review, and after she approved it, it was sent to the publishing house for review and revision.After the content was finalized, the collection of titles began again.

Thinking of his hometown, Yunlai Village, where the mountains are full of clouds, Linghui naturally wrote the title of the book: "She's From the Sea of ​​Clouds".

Ling Hui didn't know how he got home.

He closed the door tightly, and he frantically found out his green card.

Ling Hui hid in the toilet guard for a full hour.

As it got closer, Lingmei could see more clearly that there were a few spots on the kitten's body that looked like gold ingots.

"Boss, are you really going to recommend JOHN to succeed you?"

Ling Hui couldn't tell what was in his heart.I can only nod: "Yes."

Ling Hui smiled but did not answer: "Then I am ready to start writing."

Ling Mei smiled wryly.

Ling Yun shrugged: "On the contrary, I think the domestic development prospect is even bigger." He changed the subject, "By the way, brother, you are not young. My sister's daughter is five years old. Every time my mother writes to me, she keeps talking about you." It's a lifelong event."

"Mom, mom, what do you think I found?"

"Don't worry, I'm doing well. Jun Xiao loves me, my daughter is obedient, and my mother-in-law is no longer a monster. The happy life makes me feel that I will be content even if I die immediately."

"Meow~"

The kitten jumped into Lingmei's arms and gently pressed against her chest.

Lingmei hugged it tightly with tears in her smile: "Xiao Jin, you are back, you are finally back."

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