Chapter 11 We all have a bright future
Saturday, November 4th.
“Mom, I’ve finished eating.”
Fang Yan put down the bowl and chopsticks, “I went to the altar for a walk and will be back in the evening.”
“You wait first ! ”
Yang Xia stopped and said: "What happened to the contract worker? If it doesn't work, you should go to Jianjun's dad and ask him to help you look for it."
"Don't worry about it, the horoscope is already there It’s gone.”
A confident smile appeared on Fang Yan’s face.
Yang Xia said in surprise: "Really?"
"I can lie to you, just keep it in your heart."
Fang Yan walked to the door and grabbed the hanging towel to wipe his mouth.
"Give gifts when it's time to give them. Don't save money where it's time to spend money. Is the 10 yuan I gave you last time enough? If it's not enough, ask mom to get it." Yang Xia was so anxious that she lost her composure, "伱Don't go to some kind of underground altar, hurry up and go to the editorial department "Stay there and behave well."
"Mom, if you are too deliberate, it will not be beautiful."
Fang Yan shook his head. Although he is the family and the editorial department these days, he has two things to do. , but all in the name of the canteen.
Stay a morning or an afternoon.
Occasionally, I only stay for one day.
“Yes, you are right.”
Yang Xia suddenly realized after hearing her son’s simple explanation.
"I'll go in the afternoon."
Fang Yan said: "Mom, I guess I should send the royalties home in the next two days. If I'm not here, you can keep it for me. ”
"How many are there?"
Yang Xia cast a curious look.
"You will know when the time comes."
Fang Yan deliberately kept it secret, leaving a mysterious figure behind, and ran straight to Ditan Park on Andingmenwai Street.
The ruins of the walls, weeds everywhere, the eroded colored glaze on the eaves of the ancient palace, the faded vermilion on the door walls, the entire park is in a state of desolation due to disrepair and no one taking care of it.
While wandering around, I suddenly saw a man wearing glasses rocking a wheelchair in a quiet corner. He parked the wheelchair under a locust tree, then held out a branch and flapped it left and right.
Could it be him!
Fang Yan's heart was pounding and he looked over, but unfortunately he put down the back of the chair at this time and lay down with his hands on the pillow.
In an instant, there was no time to see the face clearly.
I didn’t get close to him, nor did I stand there at a loss. I didn’t change my plan to go to the garden because of him.
I went round and round, but the man was still there.
At this time, he changed from lying down to sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the sky.
The eyes of the two people collided inadvertently.
It looks similar, but not like...
Fang Yan actively waved to him.
The man nodded, "Hello."
Fang Yan looked up and down: "Hello."
Then he stopped talking and didn't know how to speak.
You can’t just come up and ask, are you Shi Tiesheng?
“Are you going back?”
Seeing that Fang Yan was silent, "Shi Tiesheng" opened his mouth first.
"Yes, it's almost noon, how about you?"
"It's time for me to go back."
Both of them wanted to say a few more words, but Still not knowing where to start, the first conversation ended like this, one went north, the other went south, they walked past each other and passed each other.
Fang Yan slowed down and turned around. He saw that he had slowed down and turned to look at him, smiling at each other.
"Goodbye then."
"Okay, see you next time."
Fang Yan waved his hand. If he was really Shi Tiesheng, there would be a good chance of meeting him in the Temple of Earth. Thinking of this, he took the opportunity to leave.
The entire altar was so quiet as if nothing happened.
I ran to the canteen of "Yanjing Literature and Art" and wanted to show off again, but unfortunately Zhou Yanru went to the Literary Congress, and only Wang Jie was left in the entire editorial department. Fortunately, this trip was not in vain. .
Give yourself a sample book and carry it home.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the alley, the sun was setting, and Liu Jianjun's figure fell into his sight, his head lowered and absent-minded.
“Hey!”
“Ah!”
Liu Jianjun screamed in fright when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
Taking a closer look, he saw Fang Yan showing a mischievous smile and said angrily: "What are you doing? You want to scare me to death!"
"Looking at you like this, I don't know if I thought you had done anything wrong. Something." Fang Yan teased.
“Screw you, what harm can I do?”
“Then you are so sneaky, where can you come back?”
“Of course I am from Back from cram school." Liu Jianjun glanced wildly and deliberately concealed that he had gone to the post office and submitted his previously written novels to major literary journals in Yanjing.
“Oh, really?”
Fang Yan narrowed his eyes.
“That’s right!”
Liu Jianjun noticed the pile of books in his hand and changed the subject, “This is the sample book you were talking about, right? Let me have a look first.”
"Look at you, you're in a hurry."
Fang Yan knocked away his outstretched hand, "We'll be home in a few steps. We'll wait for my sister and Su Ya to come back before we go together."
"Okay, okay, you are a great writer, you have the final say."
Liu Jianjun felt sour, are you going to make a deal with me?
The two of them seemed to be inseparable from the road to their home. The awkward atmosphere was not broken until Fang Hong and Su Ya arrived home after work.
"Sister, school is over and the swallows haven't come back yet?"
Fang Yan looked at the darkening sky with worry.
"Leave her alone, that girl is dancing rubber bands with someone."
Fang Hong saw "Yanjing Literature and Art" on the table: "Yanzi, this is the latest issue, hurry up, give it "I want one."
"I want it too." Su Ya was not reserved.
"Everyone has it. If you don't have enough, take it."
Dialects were given to three people, each with a copy.
Liu Jianjun was even more impatient than Su Ya and Fang Hong, and immediately turned to the catalog. When he saw the name "Dialect" came into view, his heart twitched, but when he saw that there was only one article "Wrangler", he felt gloomy His face brightened instantly, as if he had caught something painful.
"That's not right, Yanzi, didn't you say that two articles were selected? Why is there only one in it."
I knew you were going to find fault.
Fang Yan rolled his eyes, "The editor said it was a pity to have two articles in the same issue, so they were staggered and the other one was placed in the next issue."
"In other words, there will be your novel in the next issue! ”
Fang Hong’s eyes lit up.
“That’s great.”
Su Ya’s eyes were filled with a hint of envy.
"Are you envious of Xiaoya?"
Fang Hong looked at her as both a sister and a friend, "I asked you to submit the poems you write in your daily life to a publishing house, but you refused to say anything. Now Yanzi I have posted two articles, do you have any ideas? Not even?”
“Aren’t you preparing for the college entrance examination? Do you still have time to write poems?”
Fang Yan was surprised. He had never seen any poem written by Su Ya in his previous life. It’s quite deep!
“You can practice your Chinese skills.”
Seeing that her secret was exposed, Su Ya blushed for a moment.
"That's true."
Liu Jianjun echoed: "But I really didn't expect that Xiaoya, you wrote a poem, but you didn't even think about publishing it?"
"I can't write well, so I can't compare with others."
Su Ya shook her head, showing a rare timidity.
"Xiaoya, you are wrong, very wrong."
Liu Jianjun encouraged, "With your ability, I think it should be no problem to publish it in "Yanjing Literature and Art", even Yanzi, why do you Do you think you can’t do it?”
I secretly added, “Me too!”
This grandson!
Fang Yan raised his eyebrows and listened to Su Ya explain that besides admitting her inadequacy, she mainly didn’t want to be distracted by writing poetry. She went to work in the morning and reviewed in the evening. She had many things to do and she had to focus on the college entrance examination. .
"That's right, the college entrance examination is the right way."
Liu Jianjun said: "Although the novel is published in a magazine, it is very popular, but it is only temporary. Unlike the college entrance examination, if you are admitted to university, you will honor your ancestors and be assigned to a good place after graduation. The company has a good job, and it’s like a carp leaping over the dragon’s gate. This is the scenery of a lifetime.”
Looking at me as I spoke. Deliberately looking at Fang Yan, "I want to write a novel then, and I have plenty of time."
"Ahem."
Su Ya noticed that he had been targeting Fang Yan just now, but Fang Yan smiled. He ignored him and immediately interrupted: "Yanzi, do you want to review with us and take the college entrance examination next year?"
"I plan to find a class first, study and create at the same time."
Fang Yan looked indifferent.
"How can this be..."
Su Ya hesitated, winking at Fang Hong, asking her to persuade her brother, but she saw that she fully supported it.
Seeing that Dialect’s future might be a worker, Liu Jianjun couldn’t help but rejoice. Although he had failed the exam three times, he was still a half-qualified college student, just missing the mark, and he felt a sense of superiority.
"That's fine, I can work and write at the same time."
He suppressed his laughter and said, "Maybe Yanzi can write a piece of the sky. When the time comes, Xiaoya will be admitted to Yenching University and I will enter Yenching Normal University. , Yanzi, as a writer, we all have a bright future.”
“I hope so.”
Fang Yan looked at Su Ya with a smile.
"Okay, don't talk about this, just hurry up and read Yanzi's novel." Fang Hong ended the conversation between the three.
However, it was time for dinner.
Liu Jianjun and Su Ya had to go back to their respective homes. Tomorrow happened to be Sunday, so they made an appointment to share their thoughts after reading the book tomorrow morning.
Thanks to the netizen named Wang for the 1,500 starting coins.
Starting from tomorrow, I will be in the recommendation position, and it is time to fight again.
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