She hummed a tune as she walked home.
A few days later, Zhuang Zhixin, who lived on a southern island, was stopped by the gatekeeper just after finishing her class.
"Teacher Zhuang, there's a package for you. It looks like some documents. Please sign for it."
Zhuang Zhixin was surprised. "Oh?"
She signed her name and returned to her office, shaking the envelope before opening it.
"Teacher Zhuang, did you submit another manuscript?"
Ever since she learned a few years ago that her younger brother's articles were being published in newspapers, Zhuang Zhixin had also started submitting her own work. At first, she struggled to find the right style, but over time, many of her pieces were accepted.
She was the person in the school who received the most mail, and her colleagues had grown accustomed to her monthly income from writing, which they greatly admired.
Zhuang Zhixin smiled and said, "No, this is from my mom..."
