Chapter 82 Dedicated to Gu Lu
I used to think that cars and horses were slow, and letters were also slow, but now everyone also thinks that cars are also slow. For example, President Jian wants to see classmate Gu Lu’s new work immediately, but express delivery From the Fog City to the Magic City, you have to wait at least two or three days.
People have always pursued the speed of information dissemination. President Jian thought of this and laughed at himself. After dozens of years, he still couldn't control his impatience when he saw something good.
It seems that as the president of a publishing house, he should leave the matter of reading manuscripts to the editor. The next level up is just the editor-in-chief, but President Jian has seen Gu Lu’s composition twice since then, and plus "Smashing Piggy"... I can't stand it anymore.
He continued to splash ink.
At night, there are still many stars in the night sky in 2012.
The next day, before Father-in-law Sun got out of bed, Gu Lu got out first.
"Fortunately, the seal in summer is not as vicious as winter." Stretching, Gu Lu began to wash up.
Morning reading starts at 7:30. Gu Lu is close and can get up at 6:20.
Very precise, even if Gu Lu wakes up early, he still has to sleep for 20 minutes before going back to sleep!
After washing quickly, Gu Lu checked his school bag, "Stationery, the textbooks I got back yesterday, and the manuscripts I submitted are all ready."
Go out around 6:40. Gu Lu was no longer the young man carrying the Wuliangye cloth bag. He used his royalties to buy himself a new schoolbag.
The cracked stone bricks on the street, the street lights with small advertisements, and the blue rolling shutter doors that have not yet been opened seem to be particularly suitable for the orange sunlight, giving them a shabby aesthetic.
Jiafuyuan has a strong atmosphere of life, and the breakfast stall is still a breakfast shop, with a variety of options for Gu Lu to choose from. Just have soy milk and glutinous rice cake cubes.
“The weather is really nice.” Gu Lu looked at the sky.
In the same scene, Zeng Jie, who was sleepy in the dormitory, sighed, "It's the sun again, it's sunny every day, what's the difference between it and the alarm clock hanging in the air?"
No matter what your mood is, you will still be there after all. Be sure to sit in Class 10 classroom on time.
"Teacher Gao said yesterday that we will preview the first unit early on the first day of self-study." Chinese class representative Li Guyuan stood on the podium. He had successfully campaigned for the position under strong self-recommendation.
Li Guyuan also felt that there was no one in Class 10 who was more suitable than him, except of course Qi Caiwei.
He started, ""Qinyuanchun·Changsha", independent cold autumn, heading north to the Xiangjiang River... 1, 2, 3, get ready!"
The first unit: "Qinyuanchun·Changsha", "Language on the Edge of the Earth", "The Side of the Eriduo Snow Peak", "To the Skylark"...
The sound of reading rang out.
My deskmate Tian Xiao reads loudly, and Gu Lu is good at fishing in troubled waters. Unlike in junior high school, that guy Zhou Lin was more fishy than him, so Gu Lu could only strive for self-improvement.
Half an hour later, Teacher Gao walked into the classroom. The head teacher was dressed more casually, wearing jeans and a thin shirt.
The melody of "wonderful.day" rings when the school bell rings, and "noting.in.the.world" rings at the end of get out of class. The bells in major high schools across the country are strange and weird. The combination of the lyrics of No. 8 Middle School is interesting.
"Before our first class begins, let's do a little ceremony." Teacher Gao put down the textbook in his hand. There was a small box on the textbook.
Teacher Gao opened the small box and found 50 thumb-thick glass bottles in total.
“You can use the glass bottle as a time capsule and ask yourself a few questions three years from now.” Teacher Gao said, “After writing the time capsule, I will find a place to bury it and wait until the end of my senior year to pick it up. Come out.”
The students’ eyes lit up when they heard this. It's quite interesting. For students, anything that has nothing to do with study is interesting.
"Lu Yi, come and pass out all the bottles." Teacher Gao asked the class monitor to distribute them to avoid everyone leaving their seats and causing a big commotion.
Monitor Lu Yi has a hairstyle that is common nowadays, with thick bangs covering her forehead, and her skin is wheat-colored, making her look dull. She was not stupid. She brought enough glass bottles to the first row and passed them back in an orderly manner. It only took eight times to complete the task assigned by the teacher.
There are correction grids pasted on the surface of the glass bottle. The "correction grid" is a stationery that tests age. It is a piece of white paper as big as a text grid. If there is a typo, tear one off from the first page and paste it on. Write it correctly.
In Gu Lu's impression, the correction grid was later completely replaced by correction fluid and correction tape.
Post it on the glass bottle and let the students write their names, otherwise they will not be able to identify the glass bottle.
[Has grandma successfully fought cancer? ][Did you make a lot of friends in high school?][Is Naruto finished? ][Have Huajing worked hard?][Have you won the first place in the pen-turning competition? ]...
Tian Xiao wrote down a few questions very quickly, and the bottle was almost full of sticky notes.
Looking at his deskmate writing furiously, Gu Lu thought for a moment. Three years later, when he was almost an adult, he wrote down four questions.
Why does the head teacher spend time doing this? It’s not about creating youthful memories for students, because there were students who once took out the time capsule to look at it at the 100-day swearing-in ceremony. It really inspired themselves to use the last moment to counterattack and successfully get into a good university.
Even if the probability is very low, Teacher Gao thinks it is very worthwhile.
"Write more from your heart. No outsider will see it. Even if you take it out in the third year of high school, the teacher will not read it." Teacher Gao added.
Since there is no limit to the questions, the students wrote a variety of things.
Qi Caiwei, the literary and art committee member, wrote, [After three years, has dance met my mother’s requirements? ][Has your mother praised you in the past three years? ][Are you confident that you will be admitted to Beijing Dance University? ]
Monitor Lu Yi wrote, [Have your grades improved? ][Did you get a good ranking in the Olympiad? ][Have you ever tried playing tricks on your friends? ]
Sports committee member Ma Xuanyou wrote, [Did he become the leader of No. 8 Middle School?] [Did he give Xia Chenglong a beating?]
The reason why the sports committee member is not Lu Ping, who practices track and field, is simple. Ma Xuanyou practices shot put.
Do you know about the shot put?
After she finished writing, she asked Lu Yi to collect them all. Teacher Gao put them all in a metal box in front of the students and claimed that she would find a place to bury them secretly after class. The reason why she did not tell the students The location is to prevent some students from being naughty and digging them out secretly.
Really thoughtful. Gu Lu felt that such students really existed.
The campus life of No. 8 Middle School officially began. Gu Lu took the student meal card and had lunch and dinner in the cafeteria.
There was still breakfast in the cafeteria, but Gu Lu couldn't get up so early.
Two days have passed by in a flash, and the students are getting used to each other. To put it simply, the students don’t have many nicknames.
The package from Fog City to Magic City has been delivered. Since he greeted the front desk in advance, President Jian knew it immediately.
“I want to take a quick look at the novella that took two or three months to complete.” President Jian was attracted by the short paragraph at the beginning.
[Dedicated to Gu Lu
I want to dedicate this book to a child. I did this for two important reasons. One is: he gave me life; the other is: this child needs comfort. All adults were once children, but only a few of them remember this. I hope that Gu Lu in the future will not forget the Gu Lu that he once was. ]
It is inappropriate to use attraction. To be precise, let President Jian taste it for a long time.
It is very interesting to write a book and give it to yourself. President Jian said with a smile, "If Xiao Gu achieves a good reputation as a writer in the future, the message at the beginning will probably be studied over and over again."
President Jian reads the text——
(End of this chapter)