When Jiang Changsheng saw the woman, he was stunned. He turned out to be the biological mother of his previous life. After his mother divorced in his previous life, he left his hometown. Jiang Changsheng and she had never seen each other again, so he had no feelings for her.

He calmed down his emotions and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Is it Jiang Guowei?"

Jiang Guoqing felt very strange, but when he saw that Jiang Changsheng was a teenager and gentle, he was not too alert and replied: "My name is Jiang Guoqing. I don't know Jiang Guowei. Have you recognized the wrong person?"

Jiang Changsheng immediately said, "Sorry, I am from Jiang Meng Village on Hedong. I came to find my father's younger brother Jiang Guowei. I just saw you uncle. She looks very similar to my dead father, so I couldn't help but hug you.

Don't be angry."

Jiang Guoqing nodded slowly, as if he had accepted Jiang Changsheng's explanation, but the atmosphere was still a bit awkward, mainly because Jiang Changsheng didn't want to leave and wanted to wait a little later.

But Jiang Guoqing didn't know Jiang Changsheng at all, so how could he be willing to let a stranger enter his home?

Jiang Changsheng noticed Jiang Guoqing's vigilance, sighed in his heart, and said, "I won't disturb you anymore, I will continue to find someone."

Jiang Guoqing nodded and closed the yard directly.

Jiang Changsheng stood at the gate of the yard and vaguely heard the cute voice of a little girl.

"Dad, mom, you can't quarrel anymore, do you know? If you quarrel again, Ranran will ignore you!"

Jiang Changsheng was in a complicated mood, and it was obvious that his rebirth still caused some changes.

My father not only changed his name in this life, but also gave birth to a daughter and never got divorced.

Why didn’t divorce? Maybe the daughter is cute and acts like a spoiled person, which inadvertently eases the conflict between the couple.

Unlike myself, I am a straight man, I only cry and cause trouble when my parents quarrel.

Is this the difference between having a son and having a daughter?

Jiang Changsheng smiled casually. It was the luckiest thing to see his father again, especially his father's happy marriage in this life and his lovely daughter.

The better my dad lives, the happier Jiang Changsheng will be.

"My dad lives a happy life now and I don't need to intervene and accompany me too much. I'd better make money first. When I have money, I will find an opportunity to help my dad improve his life."

Jiang Changsheng put down his biggest concern and rode his bicycle back to the village.

After returning the bicycle, it was already 6 o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark. Jiang Changsheng walked home quickly. The two rooms were pitch black, and only the lights in Meng Jia's bedroom were on.

Jiang Changsheng knocked on the bedroom door.

"Enter."

When she walked into the bedroom, she saw Meng Jia lying on the head of the bed with red eyes, holding the manuscript in her hand. When she saw Jiang Changsheng coming back, she got up from the bed and sorted out the manuscript, and then said.

"Changsheng, I have finished reading your book. Although the plot is a bit cliché and does not logically fit real life, the writing is concise, the expression is smooth, and the emotions are resonant. I think I am qualified to publish, but whether it can be published depends on the editor's personal preferences. When finding a publisher, you must meet his preferences."

Meng Jia has been reading a lot of books since she was a child and wants to discuss literary cultivation. Jiang Changsheng, who was reborn, cannot compare with her. Jiang Changsheng agrees with her comments.

Just a little surprised, Meng Jia's eyes were red and swollen, and she obviously cried.

I cried after reading novels, and this kind of thing actually happened to Meng Jia.

Meng Jia reads a lot of books, but she prefers application books, especially her father left many economic books, such as "The Wealth of Nations".

Because her father left and her mother died of illness, Meng Jia was more independent and rational in character, and she always disdained the love and love in the novel.

After Meng Jia watched Zhang Ailing's "Love in the City", she kept saying that the flirting, calculating, and playing hard to get in the novel are all fake.

"Love is a cover-up of desire, and marriage is an entanglement of interests."

This is a book review written by Meng Jia on the title page of "Love in the City".

Jiang Changsheng did not ask why Meng Jia cried. Although he was older than Meng Jia at this time, on the surface, Meng Jia was his sister, so he still had to take care of his sister's face.

"Sister Jia, you have a rest and I'll go cook."

"Okay, be careful, I cover the dumplings with a dustpan."

Cooking for poor children is a basic skill, not to mention that Jiang Changsheng returned to the countryside from the city in his previous life for 5 years, and liked to study food when he had nothing to do.

Cooking a dumpling is a piece of cake.

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Changsheng brought the dumplings to the table in the main hall with a bowl.

Meng Jia has already emerged from the emotions in the book.

After the two of them finished eating dumplings together, they hung two paper lanterns in front of the door, and chatted for a while. Seeing that Jiang Changsheng was about to go back to his house, Meng Jia hesitated for a while before asking.

"Why are the male and female protagonists of your novel set to be brothers and sisters? After it is published, they may be criticized by the defenders."

Jiang Changsheng didn't think much and answered directly.

"For sales, most people like to be elegant on the surface, but their bodies are very honest, and they like to see some vulgar and exciting things.

I am trying to set this up. Whether it is useful depends on the reactions of readers and the market. In fact, the male and female protagonists are not biological brothers and sisters, and they have no blood relationship."

It has been half a month since I woke up my memory. Jiang Changsheng chatted with Meng Jia every day, intentionally or unintentionally showing his adult logic and way of thinking.

Meng Jia has accepted that her younger brother has grown up and has a very mature mind.

Otherwise, I would not agree to a 15-year-old boy writing a love novel.

When Meng Jia heard Jiang Changsheng's answer, she frowned and did not ask again. Instead, she instructed: "Then you go back to the house to rest early, and you will get up early when you enter the city tomorrow."

Jiang Changsheng nodded and went back to the room to sleep.

After washing up, Meng Jia lay on the bed and looked at the manuscript of "Blue Life and Death" on the desk. She tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

"Brother and sister are not related by blood, and sister and brother are not related by blood. Why did Changsheng write this novel? Is it implying something?

At this age of Changsheng, it is normal for Mu Ai to be young. How should I guide you? There are the recent changes in Changsheng, hey..."

Meng Jia struggled all night and did not fall asleep in a daze until the moon was on the third o'clock.

As soon as the sky was dawn, Jiang Changsheng and Meng Jia finished washing up, clamped the manuscript with hard shell paper, put it in a cloth bag, and set out for Jiangcheng District.

In this era, the transportation from rural to urban areas was not very developed. The roads connected to every village had not been built yet. There were many bumpy dirt roads along the way, and it was very uncomfortable to take a bus.

Jiang Changsheng had to walk to the street intersection in the town first, take a one-and-a-half-hour shuttle bus to Xinrong Bus Station, and then take a bus from the bus to Jiangcheng University.

It took more than three hours and the two finally arrived at the entrance of National Jiangcheng University around 10 a.m.
Chapter completed!