latelenovela Chapter 431 Kyoto, Quotas for Literary Academy Training
Chapter 431 Kyoto, Quotas for Literary Academy Training
Zhuang Chaoying sat on the sofa in the living room, holding the phone in his hand. He was calling Chairman Wang of the Shanghai Writers Association to explain his family's situation and that he would collect the subsidy next month.
After the call was connected, Zhuang Chaoying briefly explained the situation.
Chairman Wang's cheerful voice immediately rang out.
"Xiao Zhuang, I never expected this! You've had a child late in life, what a joyous occasion! Anyway, you're not short of money, your royalties are enough for you to live on. Congratulations, Uncle Wang!"
Zhuang Chaoying quickly replied, "Uncle Wang, are you free for my eldest son Zhuang Tunan's wedding on January 25th?"
Upon hearing this, Chairman Wang quickly turned to look at the calendar on the wall and discovered that it was Sunday.
“If you have time, call me Uncle Wang. Tu Nan is my grand-nephew. I'll definitely be available on such an important day. Chao Ying, you don't need to bother coming over. I'll bring you the allowance while I'm at it.”
There's something else, Xiao Zhuang. The Kyoto Lu Xun Literature Academy is having a literature training course starting in March, and I've already registered your name. It's only for a month, so you must cherish this great opportunity.
At this moment, Huang's father was sitting next to Zhuang Chaoying. Although the phone was not very loud, he could still vaguely hear the keywords "Lu Xun" and "training".
Their family was not only capitalists, but also a scholarly family, so they naturally knew Zhou Shuren's lofty status in the literary world. He was not only a literary giant, but also Huang's father's mentor in new cultural ideas when he was in school.
Upon hearing this news, Mr. Huang became anxious. Why hadn't Chaoying agreed to such a good opportunity?
Chairman Wang urged on the other end of the phone, "This is a rare opportunity, Xiao Zhuang, think it over carefully. A lot of writers are coming to ask you about this spot, it's highly sought after. Give me an answer now, and I'll submit your application form right away."
Seeing that Zhuang Chaoying hadn't made a decision on the spot, Huang's father was getting impatient. He quickly patted Zhuang's shoulder gently, nodding and lowering his voice.
"Chaoying, this is such a good opportunity, what are you waiting for? Your mother and I are here at home, so hurry up and agree."
Zhuang Chaoying sensed her father-in-law's anxiety and quickly nodded to him to show that she understood.
At this moment, he was incredibly excited. Lu Xun Academy of Literature was the most sacred place that all those who loved writing longed for.
He was thinking to himself that his little girl would be four months old in March. If he was too busy, he would find a nanny to help take care of her. Besides, his parents could also lend a hand.
Zhuang Chaoying said excitedly into the phone.
"Uncle Wang, thank you. It's my dream to study at Lu Xun Academy. I will definitely go on time."
On the other end of the phone, Wang Yougui held a fountain pen, tapped the table lightly, and smiled.
"Xiao Zhuang, that's right. Men should prioritize their careers, and learning opportunities are rare. There's a new-style writer named Yu Hua who's going with you this time. His writing style is bold, and you can learn from each other and exchange writing experiences. This will be of great help to you in breaking through your own style."
Upon hearing Yu Hua's name, Zhuang Chaoying's eyes lit up. Yu Hua was one of his favorite writers, and Zhuang Chaoying had read his tragic works repeatedly, each one deeply touching his heart.
Zhuang Chaoying responded excitedly, "Okay, I understand, Uncle Wang."
After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Chaoying excitedly reached out and hugged Huang's father's shoulder. "Dad, Chairman Wang has reserved a spot for me at Lu Xunwen Academy for training. Classes start in March and the training lasts for a month."
But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Chaoying's excitement vanished as if doused with cold water, and he looked at Huang's father with a worried expression.
"Dad, I'm still worried about A-Ling and Yu-Yao."
After all, Ah Ling had just given birth, and her daughter was only a month old.
Mr. Huang patted him on the back.
……
Hearing Chao Ying's words, he felt gratified. His son-in-law was now quite influential in the literary world, which made him very happy.
He nodded emphatically. “Chaoying, a man’s ambition should be to see the world, how can you just revolve around your wife and children all day long and get bogged down in household chores? Don’t worry, your mother and I will take care of things at home. Besides, by March, Xiaoyuyao will be four months old, which will make her easier to take care of.”
Zhuang Chaoying looked at Huang's father gratefully. "Dad, thank you and Mom. If it weren't for your support, I really would have refused."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Huang immediately stood up. He had long regarded Chao Ying as his own son.
My first instinct was to reach into my pocket for a cigarette, but I only got halfway there before I remembered what Ah Ling's mother had been nagging me about—that I had quit smoking five years ago.
He cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Zhuang Chaoying with a disappointed expression.
"No ambition! That's Lu Xun Academy of Arts! When I was young, I was an intellectual too. Being able to study at the Academy of Arts is an opportunity that so many people dream of but can't have. Chaoying, go ahead and do your best. I'll talk to A-Ling on her behalf."
As he spoke, Mr. Huang lifted his leg to go upstairs, but suddenly stopped, turned around and sat back down on the sofa.
"Never mind, you can go and talk to Ah Ling yourself in a bit. Ah Ling is in her postpartum period, so it's not convenient for me to go in."
Zhuang Chaoying couldn't help but smile as she watched Huang's father's series of adorable actions.
In the original owner's memory, this old father-in-law had always been very serious with him. He never expected that he would successfully "capture" Old Huang's heart with his personal charm. Now he considers things from his own perspective in every situation, which makes Ah Ling seem more like their daughter-in-law.
Zhuang Chaoying felt a surge of warmth in her heart and was also looking forward to the training offered by the School of Literature.
With the support of his family, he had even more courage to pursue his literary dreams.
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When Huang Ling learned that Chao Ying was going to Lu Xunwen Academy for further studies in March, she was very supportive both in her heart and in her words.
On the path of Chao Ying's career, I must never be the one to hold him back.
Besides, school doesn't start until March, so there's still quite a long way to go.
For more than a month, Chaoying took care of her in every way, not letting her do anything, afraid that she would get tired. She would also get up at night to take care of the child herself, feeling sorry for her and not letting her stay up late. As a result, she exhausted herself and felt heartbroken.
All sacrifices are mutual. She can't just accept Chao Ying's kindness as a matter of course; she also has to consider Chao Ying's feelings. That's what being a couple means.
In Huang Ling's view, going to training and learning is a great opportunity for Chao Ying to improve himself, and it is a worthwhile thing to do.
She has now completed her forty-day postpartum confinement period and is recovering quite well.
Chao Ying often says that childbirth is like walking through the gates of hell for a woman;
The postpartum period is a woman's rebirth.
If you take good care of yourself during postpartum recovery, minor illnesses will disappear, and even major illnesses can be reduced by half.
She sat down next to Chaoying and poured the milk she had just finished pumping into a jar.