The good news naturally had to be shared with others. Song Yingwan ran out with the letter and rushed into Xie's arms as soon as she got to the kitchen.
Xie Ci was knocked back and he took a step back. After he stood still, he couldn't help but look at the person in his arms. He originally thought something bad had happened, but when he saw the girl's raised corners of her mouth, he felt relieved.
He raised his hand and touched the back of Song Yingwan's head. As if he was infected by her smile, he couldn't help but smile and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Song Yingwan suddenly raised his head, his eyes as bright as stars, sparkling with joy and full of excitement and excitement, as if even the surrounding air had become warm and bright.
She raised her arm and shook the letter in her hand, "Look!"
Thank you and smile, "What is this?"
Song Yingwan didn't say anything and handed over the two pieces of paper. He thanked her and glanced at her before taking the letter and reading it carefully.
He read it very quickly, finishing it in less than a minute. Song Yingwan's gaze shifted back and forth between his face and the paper. When she raised her head after thanking him, she happily said, "Have you finished reading?"
He nodded in thanks, his eyes moved slightly, and there was a similar smile in his eyes, "You see, my Wanwan is really awesome."
Song Yingwan pointed at the letter and said, "It said that I should give them a call back and make an appointment for a meeting."
He immediately responded to the thank you, "Then I will accompany you to make a phone call this afternoon to consult first."
After thinking for a while, he added, "I have an uncle who seems to be in this field. How about..."
Song Yingwan quickly interrupted, took his wrist, and said softly, "No, let's go check it out ourselves first. If there is anything we don't understand, we can ask someone for help."
Xie Ci naturally respected her opinion. With a twist of his wrist, he pulled Song Yingwan into his arms and pressed his chin against her forehead, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Song Yingwan smiled and put her arms around his thin waist, "Thank you, I'm so happy."
He bowed his lips silently in thanks, lowered his head and kissed her fair forehead, "I'm happy too."
In the afternoon, Xie Ci rode a bicycle and took Song Yingwan to make a phone call. The weather was still a little hot at this time. Xie Ci was afraid that Song Yingwan would be exposed to the sun, so he found a hat in the house and put it on her.
Not far from the door, she came across a stall selling popsicles. She thanked her and rode under the shade of a tree. Although she was wearing a hat, Song Yingwan was still inevitably exposed to the sun.
Xie Ci looked at her reddish face and said, "Wait here for a while, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, he walked away and headed towards the place where the popsicles were sold.
When he came back, he had two old popsicles in his hand, "Eat first, and after the call is over, I will take you to drink sour plum soup."
The sour plum soup he was talking about is a time-honored brand in Beijing. It tastes very authentic, especially in summer. The sour plum soup is chilled and tastes cool. It relieves the heat and is appetizing. Song Yingwan likes it very much.
Song Yingwan smiled slightly and reached out to take it. After opening the packaging bag, the white ice cream inside was revealed. She lowered her head and took a bite.
This kind of popsicle is frozen with sugar water. It doesn't taste very sweet and can quench thirst. Song Yingwan raised her hand and brought the popsicle to Xie Ci's mouth and said softly, "Take a bite."
Xie Ci did not refuse. He leaned over slightly and bit the gap just now. It was twice as big as Song Yingwan's previous bite.
Xie Ci pinched her wrist and sent it back, "You can eat it, I won't."
Then he handed the other one over, "Here's another one, be careful. You eat in the car, and we're going to make a phone call now."
Song Yingwan was slightly startled, "Don't you want to eat?"
He bought two, and Song Yingwan thought they were one for each person.
Thank you and shook your head, "I won't eat it, it's all for you."
Song Yingwan was really surprised. In the past, Xie Yan had always taken care of her and not allowed her to eat so many cold things, because Song Yingwan sometimes suffered from menstrual cramps during menstruation. The most serious one was when she was lying in bed and had a cold. Cold sweat.
Xie Ci didn't know much about this aspect before, but later he secretly asked Liu Wenjun, and then he clumsily learned to boil brown sugar eggs for Song Yingwan during her menstrual period. After that, he even took care of Song Yingwan's diet. Some cold things were very hard to eat. He was cautious. Even in summer, he did not dare to let Song Yingwan eat so much cold food.
Song Yingwan looked at him and said with a smile, "Why are you so generous today?"
One moment he said he would take her to drink sour plum soup, and the next moment he bought her popsicles, two at a time, which was really strange.
The thank you trailed off, "A reward for you."
Song Yingwan spoke slowly and tentatively discussed, "Can I have an extra bowl of sour plum soup later?"
Xie Ci's brows moved, and he responded readily, "Okay."
Song Yingwan was happy. People are indeed greedy. Their desires can never be satisfied. They are becoming more and more courageous. They don't even bother to eat the popsicles in their hands. "Then can I..."
This time he thanked her with a frown, as if he knew what she was going to say, and interrupted, "No." His voice was still very gentle, but the firmness in his tone could not be ignored, and he poked it with his finger as he spoke. Poke Song Yingwan's head.
Song Yingwan was a little disappointed and let out a low "Oh".
Thank you and raised your chin again, signaling, "Eat quickly, it's about to melt."
Song Yingwan looked down and saw that the water from the popsicle was almost flowing onto her hand. She quickly stretched out her tongue and licked it.
The pink and soft little tongue was exposed. The smile in Xie Ci's eyes faded a bit, and he suddenly felt a little thirsty.
He exhaled slightly, cleared his throat and said, "Let's go, let's go there quickly."
Song Yingwan still had a cold popsicle in her mouth and couldn't speak, so she just nodded.
Seeing that her mouth was full, Xie Ci sighed softly, "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you, and your teeth will be sore by then."
Song Yingwan glanced at him dissatisfied, chewed the food in her mouth in a few mouthfuls, and then said, "It's about to melt. If I don't eat it quickly, it will drip on my hand."
The sugar water is sticky on your hands, and there is no place to wash your hands, so it must be very uncomfortable.
Xie Ci was amused by her, "Okay, I'm just worried that you'll get cold."
Song Yingwan blinked, "Don't worry, I'm not a child."
After finally arriving at the post office, Song Yingwan dialed the number given in the letter. When the person on the other side heard that it was Wanfeng, he immediately paid attention to it.
Song Yingwan used the pen name Wanfeng when he submitted the article. He didn't think much about it at the time. He just didn't want his name to be exposed to the public, and he didn't expect to get to this point.
The purpose of calling today was just to set up a specific time for an interview, and to ask some basic questions to confirm, in case the person on the other side was a liar, so I still need to be more vigilant.
After the matter was settled, he hung up the phone, thanked her and took Song Yingwan to drink sour plum soup.
