Father's Land Mother's River

Chapter 83

Liu Xiaonan bought a bicycle and rode it to and from school every day, never tired of it.I feel like I am back in middle school and high school again, every day is simple and fulfilling, full of interest and emotion.

In the morning, he eats breakfast in the canteen of the textile factory, at noon and evening he queues up in the school canteen with a lunch box, and after dinner, he goes to the library to sit and read quietly, depending on the weather, he returns to his small room sooner or later .

This kind of study life is what he has been yearning for for a long time, and every day he comes and goes refreshed like the wind.As Gu Yu said, there are more girls than boys in the class, and he is four or five years older than his classmates. It coincided with the popularity of Jin Yong's martial arts novels, and within a few days, he was dubbed the "big brother" by the female classmates.

This made him feel old and helpless, but fortunately, he liked this feeling.This allows him to see himself clearly at all times.

When Yue Xuelian returned the "Fog" novel manuscript to him, she also joked with him: "Brother, do you have the feeling that Linghu Chong is the head of the Emei School?"

Liu Xiaonan said ashamedly: "Mr. Xiaoyue, don't join in the fun with your classmates. Those little girls are making my head hurt. I am very surprised, but there is a difference of four or five years, so it feels like two generations."

Yue Xuelian said with a smile: "Who made you famous? In the four or five years of the difference, people's thinking has undergone too many unexpected changes. The current students are not as conservative as we were back then, and their personalities are flamboyant. Open and active, dare to be different, dare to pursue everything you want to pursue. Do you know what I mean?"

Liu Xiaonan said: "I understand. I have already revealed to them that I have a lover, a girl who gave me a dream. I hope they can get out of trouble and stop disturbing me."

Yue Xuelian warned: "The key lies in you, whether you can control it or not, I hope you will not cause scandals on campus. Let's not gossip, let's talk about your novel."

The two of them sat on a bench on the campus, basking in the sunshine of the autumn evening, and the quiet campus was filled with a strong aroma of books.

The manuscript of the novel was naturally reorganized by Yue Xuelian, and the original manuscript and revised manuscript lay quietly on Liu Xiaonan's lap.Yue Xuelian also kept the novel manuscript in mind, deliberating and discussing every detail without having to read the manuscript.

Yue Xuelian said with doubts: "In this novel, it is not difficult to see that you have integrated your personal emotions, and I seem to see you in it. Could it be that little widow that makes you worry?"

Liu Xiaonan pondered and said: "The reality is that three women were trapped in the sea by the fog, but none of them dared to go to sea to rescue them. I hope that I can have the courage to sail alone in the fog for the sake of the one I love."

"I only learned the knowledge from books. Only after understanding the writing process of your novel can I truly understand what comes from life and is higher than life."

"I seem to have said that I always feel that I don't have the talent for writing. I write very stupidly. I have to dig out in life. Otherwise, I won't be able to write a single word."

Yue Xuelian looked at Liu Xiaonan and said, "You are too modest. Excessive modesty is pride. I see that you go back very late every day. What is the special attraction on campus?"

Liu Xiaonan said with satisfaction and joy: "I like the cultural atmosphere on campus. I came here after a long detour, and every inch of time is extremely precious to me. I dare not say that this novel is well written. How good it is, but at least it made me understand that whether it is work, study or life, we should not be covered by a layer of fog in front of our eyes, so that we cannot see the direction we are going."

Yue Xuelian nodded and begged, "Give me the original manuscript of this novel. I'll take it back and show it to my father. He will definitely be full of praise. He hasn't read the original manuscript of your novel yet."

Liu Xiaonan handed the manuscript to Yue Xuelian, and sighed: "Mr. Guan is the teacher of two generations of my father and I, and I am the student of two generations of you and your father. Although there is no necessary connection, it is all me. Noble person in life."

Yue Xuelian looked into the distance and said: "Perhaps, this is a kind of real fate. Teacher Xiaoyue is proud to have a student and senior brother like you."

"A brother and a student, okay?"

"A big man, what kind of small words do you choose?"

The breeze is cool, and the orange-red gleam of the autumn sunset fills the campus. Students pour out of each classroom, and the campus is noisy.Yue Xuelian and Liu Xiaonan stood up, one went home and the other went to the cafeteria for dinner.

Gu Yu's reply letter was mailed to the school, and it was bulging, and it could be seen that the content was very rich.

In the classroom, Liu Xiaonan opened the letter in front of the students, and a stack of four-inch photos slipped out, all of which were Gu Yu's single photos.Some are full-body and some are half-length, some are in schools, some are in dormitories, and some are in scenic spots.The colors and styles of clothes are not the same, either dignified or elegant.

On the white neck, the platinum necklace is faintly visible, and the left hand wearing the platinum ring is always placed in front.Gu Yu in the photo is still capable and mature, her beauty and scorching aura are ready to be seen.

Gu Yu's photos were quickly snatched away by his classmates.She sent the letter not to the dormitory of the textile factory but to the school. Like these photos, the purpose is obvious.This is also good, can save a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Amidst the noise and admiration of the students, Liu Xiaonan took out the letter paper folded into a heart shape, opened it, and not only smiled.

The letter he wrote to Gu Yu was sent back intact.It's just that the blank space of the two pages of letter paper is filled with ears of different shapes, some are twisted, or torn, or oddly shaped, or like a big question mark. The meaning of anger and warning is self-evident.

He put the letter in his pocket, which could not be made public in front of his classmates, it would hurt his self-esteem.

The female students said one after another: "Brother, your girlfriend is so beautiful, tell us about your love story."

Liu Xiaonan said calmly: "She didn't conquer me by her beauty. We have known each other since we were teenagers. We first had a deep friendship, and then slowly evolved into love. It has been tested for a long time."

"Eldest brother, your girlfriend needs good looks and high status. You are not worthy of him."

"You have to ask her this question, maybe she has lost her vision, or she is obsessed with ghosts."

"Eldest brother, take out the love letter and let us see and see."

"This request is too much, absolutely not, can any of you make the love letter public?"

"Brother, did you buy the silver necklace and ring that your girlfriend wears?"

"It doesn't matter who bought it. After seeing it clearly, you can draw conclusions. It's platinum."

"Whoever buys it is the most important thing. It must be bought by the senior brother. You boys should learn from the senior brother."

Amidst the noisy conversation, Liu Xiaonan saw Meng Xiangxiang sitting alone in a corner through the gap between the people, looking at this side with envy and timidity.It can be seen that she really wants to integrate into this group, but her inferiority complex hinders her steps.

It is conceivable that a little girl from the countryside, with her own unremitting efforts, finally walked out of the mountains and came to the city to study at a university. It was originally something to be proud of.Unexpectedly, her clothes and accent became the object of ridicule, ruthlessly separating her from the group.

She is still wearing the suit she wore when she entered school, which is the only one she can afford and can wear on her body. Poverty made her fall into loneliness and low self-esteem.

Liu Xiaonan can fully understand this feeling of being humbled.When he first joined the textile factory and worked with urbanites of the same age, why was he not troubled by this lingering feeling?With these classmates who are four or five years younger than me, why don't you feel inferior?

He took a few photos of Gu Yu, walked over and sat next to Meng Xiangxiang, and said naturally and kindly: "Meng Xiangxiang, can you see if your girlfriend is pretty?"

Meng Xiangxiang took the photos, looked at them one by one with wide eyes, and said, "Brother, you are so blessed! Your girlfriend must have something extraordinary."

Liu Xiaonan said to the students who gathered around again: "Listen, Meng Xiangxiang has the right idea. I really envy you. You all entered the university with your own real strength, unlike me, who relied on the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. I was lucky enough to enter the university because of my recommendation. If my girlfriend hadn’t given me a dream seed, I’d still be hoeing and hoeing several ditches in the countryside.”

A classmate imitated Meng Xiangxiang's accent and said, "Master, the story between you and your girlfriend is so romantic!"

The classmates smiled kindly, and Meng Xiangxiang lay down on the table embarrassingly.Liu Xiaonan's goal was achieved.

Back in the dormitory of the textile factory, Liu Xiaonan took out Gu Yu's photos and carefully admired them one by one.The shooting is so professional, the aperture, focal length, framing and color are all just right. This is not an ordinary photo, but an exquisite artistic photo.

When he was working in the Youth League Committee, he also fiddled with the camera. After all, he was an amateur, and the photos he took were always flawed.Who took the picture of Guyu?So hard, I'm afraid there are other thoughts.

Gu Yu's smiling face is bright and strange, it is a natural smile from the bottom of the heart, not artificial, exaggerated or false, it is a natural release without any restraint.He had only seen such a genuine smile when Gu Yu was a teenager.

Ever since we met in the textile factory, Gu Yu's smile always hides a faint worry. He thought it was due to his age, and he gradually drifted away from the innocence and carelessness of his youth.Now it seems that it is not at all, it is his appearance that makes Gu Yu lose part of the happiness that he should have.

It is not difficult to see that Gu Yu's studies and life in the Leadership Academy are full and happy, like a fish in water, and no one can stop her from moving forward.In contrast, he had no interest or ambition in that prospect.

Liu Xiaonan put down Gu Yu's photo, thought for a long time, and spread out the letter paper to write to Gu Yu.Every word is written extremely heavy, like a huge roller weighing on my heart.

Gu Yu: Hello!
Letter received.Your dazzling and beautiful photos have extraordinary visual impact and shocking power, which blinded a large group of little girls, and caused an earthquake of magnitude [-] or [-], and aftershocks continue to this day.

Your paintings also terrified and shocked me. I didn't know you had such a high standard and skill.I don't know whether it belongs to the impressionist school or the abstract school, or which school you created yourself.

Miss you!Especially the ears, I miss you very much, and often feel hot and red for no reason.Old people often say that it is because of relatives who often talk about you in the distance that they have such an abnormal reaction.Is it true?

I bought a bicycle and rode it to and from school every day in order to feel more like a student.There are many courses, and the study is intense and joyful. The only regret is that I have no English foundation, so I can only give up.

However, I can make up for it by auditing economics courses when I have time.I think it may be useful when I return to the textile factory in the future.

I have to say that my choice and persistence are correct.In the ten days since I entered school, I found that I like the campus life of the university more and more. I am intoxicated by studying quietly and passionately debating with my classmates.

The teaching methods and teaching content of university professors are fundamentally different from those of high school teachers. They broaden their horizons and apply what they have learned.I have benefited a lot, and I dare not make any omissions.

If you are lucky enough to go through college once, this life is enough!Wish come true, no regrets!

The classmates jokingly called me the big brother, which shows the gap in age, mentality and awareness, as if there is a generation gap.Playing basketball with male classmates, they subconsciously let me go, why is this?Think about it sadly and helplessly, only to know the shame and be brave, and catch up.

After you left, I wrote a novel "Fog" and sent it to the monthly magazine of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles. If it can be published, I will send it in person for mutual encouragement.Perhaps, there will be a layer of mist in everyone's life, and it is inevitable that they will lose themselves and lose their direction. How to see the blue sky through the mist requires courage and exploration.

It's late at night, with a lonely lamp, a lonely pen and a lonely shadow, I always think of a little girl.She ran towards me from afar, and we fished dragonflies together, fishing dragonflies, fishing dragonflies sometimes suddenly seemed like a dream, and sometimes it was as clear as yesterday.

I once flinched, it has nothing to do with whether I love or not, without the blessing of my parents, it is hard to imagine whether it will turn into a tragedy in the future.Seeing this all the more clearly when you are away from me.

Forgive my cowardice, we are originally the waves and the coast. Although we are closely related, we belong to two different worlds. I am still willing to wait for another thousand years.

Furthermore, our respective pursuits run counter to each other, and our future life will be two parallel lines, with no meeting point.This must be faced squarely, do we have to regret it?

I have been in love, I have been happy, I have been happy, I have been in pain, I have been confused, I have struggled, I don’t need to say more, I believe you can understand.Long-term separation may be a good medicine, and procrastination will only aggravate future pain.

Wouldn't it be the best choice to keep the best in your heart?Friendship lasts forever, love will eventually have a destination, why force it when the fate is over?
I hope I didn't hurt you, how could it not hurt you?The crime is serious, and I can only say sorry weakly.

Good luck with your studies and be happy!

Sincerely,
salute
love you country boy
The night of September [-], [-]
(End of this chapter)