Chapter 338 - Shao Xis New Work: "Nameless"
Transmigrating to the 80s to Become Stepmom to Five Bigwigs
When the villagers heard about the car, they all came to take a look. When Old Lady Mu heard that, she said that it must be fake. In the end, she couldnât help but come to take a look and was caught red-handed by Li Zhaodi.
âEat mooncakes, everyone.â Li Zhaodi felt proud and elated as she generously handed them the mooncakes.
Full of anger after seeing the car, Old Lady Mu was in no mood to eat. âNo.â
âWhy donât you want any? Mom, youâre not unhappy that Jingzhe has a car, are you?â She glanced at Mu Xue beside her. âIs it because Xiao Xue isnât the one getting such a gift?â
Li Zhaodi pretended to sigh, but because her acting skills werenât good enough, she seemed very fake. âThatâs true. Itâs normal for you guys to be unhappy. If Xiao Xue hadnât kicked up a fuss previously and had gotten married, she would have been the one with the car.â
âOur Xiao Xue has a car anyway. She already has one!â Old Lady Mu retorted angrily.
âSo what? Is it a gift from her children?â Li Zhaodi snorted. âPreviously, you looked down on my Jingzhe so much and thought the world of Mu Xue. Now, take a look again. Mu Xue canât compare to Jingzhe in any aspect.â
âHow is she inferior? You shrew, I canât be bothered to waste my breath on you!â Old Lady Mu didnât know why things had ended up like this.
She was about to leave with Mu Xue, but Li Zhaodi didnât let them off. âMom, how are Xiao Xueâs marriage prospects coming along? Is anyone coming to propose to her? Or are you still waiting for a rich man? If you ask me, I think she should just settle. If she continues to be picky, sheâs going to become a spinster.â
Mu Xue was already 25 years old. Even in modern times, an unmarried woman at this age was called a leftover girl, let alone in that day and age.
Old Lady Mu and Mu Xue had faced a lot of gossip recently. Mu Xueâs face turned pale, and Old Lady Mu was furious. âYou donât have to worry about Xiao Xueâs marriage prospects. No matter what, she will marry a better man than Mu Jingzhe!â
âThen Iâll be waiting for the wedding banquet.â
As soon as Mu Jingzhe stopped paying attention, Li Zhaodi floated in the sky and displayed her true colors to her heartâs content. When Mu Jingzhe entered, Li Zhaodi danced around and told her about the confrontation that had taken place just now.
Mu Jingzhe: âMom, why did you provoke them?â
The annoying trait was carved deep into her motherâs bones. As she hadnât had the chance to put it to use for such a long time, she couldnât suppress it anymore.
âWho asked them to treat us like that back then? Iâm happy today and I want to take revenge. They said so much previously, but now, that picky girl is turning into a spinster. Hahahaâ¦â
âMom, donât call her a spinster. Mu Xue is still very young!â
âYoung? Sheâs already 25 years old.â Li Zhaodi was about to say something when she saw Shao Dong enter. A smile immediately appeared on her face.
âAiyo, my eldest grandson is here. Let me hug you properly. Thereâs my eldest grandson!â
Li Zhaodi pounced over and refused to let go of Shao Dong. No matter how she looked at him, he was pleasing to the eye. As long as he treated her daughter well and was willing to spend money on her, heâd be a good grandson.
Now, Li Zhaodi could totally call them âdarlingsâ. Shao Dongâs face turned red because of the exaggerated way Li Zhaodi was calling him âdarlingâ.
The five kids had bought her a car, so Mu Jingzhe used 100% of her energy and focused on obtaining a driverâs license. Fortunately, she knew how to drive, so after more than a month of hard work, she finally obtained a driverâs license.
After getting her license, Mu Jingzhe drove the children around happily. âI can take you kids wherever you want to go in the future.â
Shao Dong had long heard Little Bei say that Mommy looked dashing when she was driving. From this point onward, Shao Dong could finally admire her himself.
Mu Jingzhe drove the children around in the car and returned home after admiring the autumn scenery. After dinner, Shao Xi said that he wanted to be alone with Mu Jingzhe for two hours because he had business to discuss with her.
Shao Xi handed his notebook to Mu Jingzhe. âMommy, I finished writing the first draft of the story I previously mentioned.â
âYouâve finally finished it?â Mu Jingzheâs eyes lit up as she took it quickly. âI was about to ask you since I hadnât heard you say anything about it all this while. Whatâs the story about? Is it very long?â
Previously, Mu Jingzhe had been able to read Shao Xiâs essays intermittently without much time passing between each essay, but this time, it had taken longer than expected.
âItâs just a childrenâs story. Itâs not long. Mommy, read it first.â
âMm.â
Mu Jingzhe read for two hours. The short story wasnât long. It was less than 30,000 words, but Mu Jingzhe read it very seriously and slowly.
This story exceeded Mu Jingzheâs expectations, as it really didnât sound like Shao Xiâs style. However, overall, it was obvious that it had indeed been written by Shao Xi.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Mu Jingzhe sat there for a long while before calling Shao Xi in. âLittle Xi, why did you think of writing such a story? Were you inspired by your daddy and the nameless hero that you heard of before?â
âI guess so.â Shao Xi looked at Mu Jingzhe nervously. âMom, what do you think?â
âI think itâs very good. So good that I donât know how to describe it.â Mu Jingzhe looked at Shao Xi, feeling very shocked. Shao Xi was only ten years old.
A ten-year-old child had actually written such a good story. âItâs very meaningful. I didnât expect you to write this story from the perspective of a child. Besides, Little Xi, am I imagining things? Why do I feel like this story was written for someone?â
Shao Xi smiled. âSo you can tell, Mommy. Actually, my original intention for writing this book was to give it to someone.â
At first, he had wanted to write a story about the nameless hero and give it to Fang Yu.
âWho? The pen pal youâve been replying to?â Mu Jingzhe, who was sharp, asked.
âI canât hide anything from you, Mommy.â Shao Xi hadnât told Shao Qihai about Fang Yuâs identity, but he told Mu Jingzhe.
âIâve been keeping in touch with him too. We can talk about anything. Fang Yu is a little silly and tells me everything. I wrote the story with him in mind.â
Mu Jingzhe respected the childrenâs privacy and had never peeked at Shao Xiâs letters, but she knew that he had been in contact with someone. She just hadnât expected Fang Yu to be the child Shao Qihai had escorted previously.
Shao Xi explained the original intention behind his creation. Mu Jingzhe was filled with emotions as she listened. âLittle Xi, you did a very good job. A particularly good one. Iâm really proud of you.â
Although the protagonist was a child and not a nameless hero, this was indeed the story of an unnamed hero, albeit from a different perspective.
Those heroes, regardless of whether they were well-known or nameless, were all ordinary people. They also had families and children. The protagonist Shao Xi had simply named âNamelessâ was the son[1] of the nameless hero.
It was the story of Fang Yu, who disliked and didnât understand her father and even deliberately went against him. She didnât understand the meaning of death. There was also a shadow of Shao Xi and his siblings in the story. Although these were the words of a child, they were extremely real.
Mu Jingzhe was greatly moved when she saw this. She felt that Shao Xiâs writing had improved a lot.
This essay was very mature. If Shao Xi hadnât said that he was the one who had written it, Mu Jingzhe would have thought that it had been written by some great writer. However, only Shao Xi could write prose with such childlike language and give off such a vibe.
[1] Fang Yu is a girl, but Shao Xi is under the impression that she is a boy