1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 68 Classmates

Shanghai, editorial department of "Children's Times".

Huang Anyi bought a new copy of "Contemporary" when she passed the newsstand early in the morning. When she came to the office, the old editor, Sister Lu, was reading the magazine while sipping tea.

She put down her bag and magazines, cleaned the office first, and then wiped up the desk.

"An Yi, that's fine, I just wiped it off."

Only then did Huang Anyi put down the rag in her hand, and returned to her desk. She opened "Contemporary" before she started working.

"You young people really can't stay idle. Before the holidays come, you take the initiative to come to work."

Huang Anyi smiled, "Of course I want to take a vacation when I don't have a vacation, but if I stay at home for more than half a month, I don't know what I should do, so I might as well come to work."

At this time, Big Sister Lu's pot of tea was just finished, she got up to get a thermos to pour water, saw the magazine in Huang Anyi's hand, "Hey, are you also reading this issue of "Contemporary"?"

Huang Anyi nodded, "Yes, this album was planned by my classmate, and many people in our class have published their works on it."

Sister Lu and Huang Anyi are colleagues, so of course they know about Huang Anyi's study at the Institute of Literature, "By the way, your novel was published in the last issue of "Contemporary"."

"Ah."

"You young people are amazing. When we were young, we all had a literary dream, but few of us could actually write it."

Huang Anyi didn't know how to answer this question, and instead asked, "Sister Lu, what do you think of this album?"

"Okay! It's a refreshing feeling. Yesterday my son was still discussing this issue with me. After reading it, he felt as if he had taken a vivid writing class in addition to feeling the excitement of the story itself.

A story is written in different ways, although there are similar suspicions, but for literature lovers like my son, it is just a learning experience. "

Listening to Sister Lu's praise, Huang Anyi felt a little sweetness in her heart for some reason. She said: "That classmate of mine told us the same way when he was planning the album. It seems that his goal has been achieved."

Sister Lu nodded and said, "That's right. This album can't be viewed simply as a magazine. It is equivalent to teaching materials used by students in class."

"You still understand."

"Haha, don't put a high hat on me!"

Jichun Province, Jiangcheng City.

Huang Zonghan was still enjoying his vacation. He was sitting on the sofa reading a book at this time, and his daughter Kexin came running over with a book in his hands.

"Dad, you tell me a story."

Huang Zonghan was immersed in the world of novels, and said perfunctorily: "Let's talk to my mother!"

"I don't! I want you to tell me!"

At this time, the wife came out of the bedroom, "It's finally a holiday, so you can't coax the children."

Huang Zonghan could only helplessly put down the magazine in his hand, hugged his daughter on his lap, and read fairy tales to her daughter.

In the evening, when his son Huang Jianan came back from school, he picked up the magazine that his father had put on the sofa and began to read it.

His mother scolded him, "You know how to read idle books when you come back. Have you done your homework?"

"Mom, how can this be an idle book? Dad's novel is also published on it!"

"Hurry up and do your homework."

Mother didn't listen to his excuse and snatched the magazine from him.

Huang Jianan went into the room to do his homework with a droopy face, and didn't come out until it was time to eat.

"Dad, my mother said that the novels you write are idle books."

Huang Jianan took advantage of his mother's cooking to sow discord, Huang Zonghan laughed and scolded: "Who told you to read without doing your homework?"

"Isn't it the same if I finish reading the book and do my homework?"

"Don't quibble."

Huang Jianan muttered: "Hmph! Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps. My mother still watches it at night, she pretends I don't know!"

Huang Zonghan glanced at his son helplessly. The teenage child is over 1.6 meters tall and understands everything.

"Wait until the weekend is off, let you watch it for a day."

A bright smile appeared on Huang Jianan's face immediately, "Thank you Dad."

At night, when the children were asleep, Huang Zonghan and his wife were leaning against the head of the bed, and his wife was holding the daytime magazine in her hand, reading it very seriously.

Huang Zonghan glanced at the time, it was already 09:30, he said to his wife: "Go to sleep."

"Wait a minute, I'll read it later." The wife replied without looking up, still immersed in the novel.

Huang Zonghan glanced at the magazine, and what his wife read was the only full-length "Cliff" in this issue.

Even he, who had read the manuscript in advance, was addicted to the novel, let alone his wife, who read the novel for the first time.

Alas, Lin Weimin, compared with his stuff, the short story he posted on the album is not enough to read at all.

Ganxi Province, Jiujiang County.

Cheng Shixu is now engaged in mass cultural work in the county cultural center, and his daily work includes going to the countryside, interviewing, and writing manuscripts.

But during this time, because the Wen Lecture Institute asked for leave, he can take care of his wife and children at home with peace of mind.

He got married on the eve of New Year's Day in 78. His colleagues helped him find a carpenter in the countryside to build a double bed, a writing desk and a small wardrobe. The couple had a son.

Cheng Shixu went to the Literary Lecture Institute for training for half a year. His wife took care of his family alone. He felt very guilty. During the day, his wife had to go to work, and he took care of the house alone. He could only write at night.

The son is more than one year old now, the child loves to play, and he doesn't want to go to bed after nine o'clock in the evening. He and his wife managed to put the son to sleep before going to bed.

After chatting with his wife for a while, Cheng Shixu got out of bed and turned on the lamp on the desk, and his wife said, "Are you still asleep?"

"I'll write something, and I'll talk about it later."

He just watched this issue of the "Contemporary" album today, and when he thought of those works printed in typeface, he couldn't fall asleep.

Compared with the writing level of his classmates, he is still far behind.He knows that his talent is not high, so he must make up for it with hard work and diligence.

Cheng Shixu unconsciously thought of Lin Weimin, who was ten years younger than him, if he had the talent of the other party, it would be great!

But he also understands that some things cannot be envied, and he has to write them down step by step.

After lying down at the desk and writing for half an hour, Cheng Shixu was a little sleepy, so he picked up the "Contemporary" that was stacked on the desk. The intention was to refresh himself, and he didn't want to just read it.

By the time he came back to his senses, it was already 11:30.

Cheng Shixu smiled wryly, put down the magazine, and the page he opened was the last page of "The Cliff".

"For the people, for the people, you really set an insurmountable benchmark for us!"

(End of this chapter)