Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 78 078 Two Letters (please vote for your collection)
  Fang Minghua walked into the classroom and saw Zhao Hongjun sitting in the back row, so he went over and sat down next to him.

"What? Is your identity exposed?" Zhao Hongjun whispered.

"How do you know? Who told you that?"

Fang Minghua remembered that this guy skipped class again in the morning.

"You still need to ask? Look at the way everyone is looking at you now."

Sure enough, there is something different.

Fang Minghua chuckled and said in a low voice: "If you are revealed to be the son of a provincial leader, I think everyone will look at you differently."

"Definitely." Zhao Hongjun shook his head, but looked serious: "Minghua, look at the way everyone looks at you now. There is envy, jealousy, and respect. If everyone knows that I am the son of a provincial leader, you Do you know how everyone will look at me?"

"What look?"

"There will definitely be envy, jealousy, and even flattery, but there will definitely not be respect, and maybe there will be hatred!"

Ah?
  "So, I am self-aware." Zhao Hongjun smiled lightly.

Indeed, Zhao Hongjun behaved relatively low-key in class. Outside the classroom, he smoked "Narrow Monkey" with a filter. This kind of cigarette is quite popular in Xijing, and is certainly better than "Yangqun" and "Daqianmen". But compared to "Peony" and "Phoenix", it's still a bit different, which is considered an alternative among their gang of young men.

While the two were chatting, the teacher hurried up to the podium with his handouts under his arm, and their chat ended.

After class, Zhao Hongjun and Fang Minghua were still chatting, and the other students just looked at them.

To be honest, apart from having a close relationship with Zhao Hongjun in the correspondence class, Fang Minghua rarely interacts with others and often takes leave and skips classes. He is a transparent person.

Now the transparent figure suddenly shines brightly, which stings people's eyes. Not many people come to chat or strike up a conversation.

Good.

Fang Minghua likes this state.

After returning home from school, Fang Minghua was still living the day of fishing the next day at work. He was waiting for the publication of "Yanjing Literature" in April. He would buy an issue and write a letter to Song Tangtang to send it.
  In Yanjing, I promised the girl that I would tell her the good news.

However, before the April magazine was published, he received a call from Wu Tianmin: The crew of "Into the Dust" will soon go to Gansu Province for filming. I have told your leaders that you are ready to leave immediately.

Ok
  Give up his life to accompany the gentleman.

Now that it was spring and he didn't need to bring too much clothes when he went to Gansu Province, Fang Minghua put on one suit, took another change of clothes, put on his yellow satchel that he almost never left without, and boarded the train heading west with the crew.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to reply to Song Tangtang. In the letter, he first said that his novel would be published in "Yanjing Literature". I originally planned to buy a copy for you and send it to you, but I was going to Gantang soon. I probably won’t have time to buy it if I’m filming with the crew.

"It's almost May. I remember that at this time last year, I went to southern Xinjiang with a group of writers to collect stories. Those days were unforgettable. Maybe I will never forget them in my life, right?"

Our film crew went to a place called Lijia Village, Mohu Township, Minqin, Wuwei, Gansu Province. If you want to write a letter, you can send it to this address. "

It was a week after Song Tangtang received this letter.

Southern Xinjiang is the most beautiful in early April.

The breeze is not dry and the sunshine is just right.

Song Tangtang took the unopened letter and left the barracks and walked towards the nearby hillside.

It rained lightly last night. Today the sky was exceptionally blue and the air was fresh. She felt very happy.

On the hillside, I found a clean stone to sit down and took out this letter from my pocket.

Looking at some familiar fonts in the envelope, I felt an inexplicable joy in my heart. After opening it carefully, I read it carefully. It was indeed adopted!

what!
  I told you, it will definitely be adopted!

Buy me a magazine?
  Sure, although I have read your manuscript, I still want to read a book that smells like ink!

Oh. You have to go to Gansu Province to film with the crew and don’t have time?
  I will take leave tomorrow and go to Xinhua Bookstore in the county to buy it!

After Song Tangtang read the letter twice, he carefully put the letter into the envelope, carefully folded it and put it in his pocket, and then walked towards the barracks.

甜蜜蜜 你 笑 得 甜蜜蜜

It seems that the flowers are blooming in the spring breeze
  Open in the spring breeze
  Song Tangtang was humming a song, and from time to time he bent down to pick unknown little flowers on the roadside. The red and purple ones were very beautiful.

As soon as he entered the barracks and before reaching the dormitory, he saw the orderly calling his name: "Song Tangtang, your letter!"

ha? !

what happened today?
  Another letter?

Song Tangtang was a little surprised. When he took the letter, he saw that it was from his cousin Li Li.

This girl.
  I often get letters, and I write a lot of them. Looking at the thick envelope, I wonder what I will write today?
  Back in the dormitory, Song Tangtang opened his cousin's letter and read it carefully.

"Cousin, I simply don't know how to describe my mood at this moment. I want to tell you something that happened a few days ago."

"That day, Teacher Jia Pingwa came to our Western University to give a lecture to the correspondence class, and I decided to listen.
  In the letter, Li Li vividly described the details of what happened that day.

Finally said:
  "Oh my God, I really didn't expect that Fang Minghua from the Security Section of the confidential unit is actually the same person as the writer Fang Minghua!"

"I even wrote him a letter and called him Teacher Minghua!"

"I, I, I once told him to study hard, get a correspondence college diploma, and go to an undergraduate degree!"

In the letter, Li Li talked about the process of her relationship with Fang Minghua, listening to him analyze poetry in the cafeteria, meeting by chance in Xingqing Palace, and riding his bicycle home. On New Year's Day this year, I listened to him exchange literature with professors from other colleges at the English Corner, and later he quarreled with the boy named Zheng Quan in the Botanical Garden.
  Song Tangtang giggled as she watched.

He was not laughing at his cousin, but at Fang Minghua.

This guy, pretending to be like this, is really bad!
  "Cousin, that little officer in the security department of a certain confidential unit suddenly became a great writer who is admired and respected by people. I can't accept it." Li Li continued to write in the letter.

"It stands to reason that Fang Minghua from the security department is also my friend, right? That writer Fang Minghua is a person I respect very much. Now that they have become one person, I should be happy, right? But why can't I be happy?"

"The writer Fang Minghua is certainly brilliant and admirable, but I think the little janitor Fang Minghua is cuter."

"Really, I am conflicted and a little sad. Cousin, can you understand my mood?
  Song Tangtang read the letter, folded it carefully and put it back into the envelope, sighing quietly.

Cousin, I understand.

But I don't know how to comfort you.

You don't fully understand him, really.

Cousin, I'm sorry.

Cousin, thank you.

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