Literary Master 1978

The forty- to fifty-day winter vacation sounds long, but it goes by quickly.

The Lantern Festival has just ended, and the winter vacation is already halfway over. The people of Yanjing City have not yet had time to wake up from the feeling of the new year.

As soon as he arrived at the library early in the morning, someone came to see Lin Chaoyang.

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said Happy New Year to Zhang Dening, and then asked: "Why are you looking for me so early?"

"Hurry to work. The editor of Xinhua Monthly found Lao Zhou two days ago and wanted to reprint your article "Wrangler"."

"Xinhua Monthly" was founded in November 1949 and was sponsored by the newly established People's Publishing House at that time. At the beginning of this year, in order to meet the needs of readers, it was divided into a literature version and an abstract version. The abstract version became "Xinhua Digest". Zhang Dening later called it "Xinhua Monthly".

Reprint?

That's a good thing, won't you be able to collect royalties again?

"How much is the royalties?"

Zhang Dening shook his head, "You really don't look like a writer like this."

Lin Chaoyang chuckled, "How is a writer? Treating money like dung? A basket of food and a ladle of drink?"

"I can't beat you." Zhang Dening changed the topic and answered Lin Chaoyang's question just now: "Three yuan for a thousand words. If you agree, I will reprint it in the next issue of their magazine."

"Three yuan for a thousand words!" Lin Chaoyang said thoughtfully, as if he was thinking about it.

"Three yuan for a thousand words is a lot. After all, it is a reprint." Zhang Dening advised.

"Yes." Lin Chaoyang nodded, "Then I agree. If you have such good things in the future, please remember me."

"Stop thinking about beautiful things. Do you still want to write a novel to live forever? If you want to earn royalties, write more. Are there any new works recently?"

Lin Chaoyang doesn't really want to earn royalties, he just wants to make money while lying down, preferably for nothing.

"I have some ideas recently and am already writing them."

"Once it's written, I'll help you read it."

"I didn't tell you guys."

"Who will you give it to if you don't give it to us? Who is looking for you?"

Zhang Dening looked wary, like a little wild cat guarding its food.

"What you are saying is as if I sold you "Yanjing Literature and Art". What if "People's Literature" comes to me to make an appointment?"

"What happened to People's Literature? Is our Yanjing Literature and Art worse than them?"

Zhang Dening was dissatisfied, with a sharp expression and a soft heart.

"People's Literature is full of old-fashioned people. Believe me, our Yanjing Literature and Art is the most suitable for you."

Zhang Dening was worried that if "People's Literature" really came after him, Lin Chaoyang would immediately rebel and start brainwashing him.

It's a pity that Lin Chaoyang didn't agree with her, and Zhang Dening left helplessly with regret.

Back in the library, Lin Chaoyang found that the atmosphere in the library suddenly became serious for some reason.

Hu Wenqiong, who was supposed to be at the front desk of the library, disappeared. Lin Chaoyang looked around and found that Master Xie's mailroom was overcrowded, and there were many students standing outside the door.

He leaned over and found that everyone was focused on what was playing on the radio.

Something happened in the south!

Because of the explosive news that morning, the Yanda Library was immersed in a restless atmosphere all morning, with colleagues whispering to each other.

Many people are discussing the possible direction and impact of the war, and even more people feel happy. Everyone simply believes that it is time to teach that ungrateful neighboring country a lesson.

Two days later on the weekend, the cheap brother-in-law Du Feng showed up at Tao's house early in the morning.

"Why are you here?"

"Why can't I come over?"

Du Feng and Tao Yumo exchanged some words. Tao's mother asked him if he had eaten. He replied: "Auntie, I have eaten. You don't have to worry about me. I came to see my brother-in-law."

Tao's mother's face showed a bit of surprise and confusion, and she asked Tao Yumo, "Why is he looking for your brother-in-law?"

Tao Yumo's expression was strange, "I don't know."

Tao's mother frowned. She couldn't figure out how these two people got together after having a meal during the Chinese New Year.

"Brother-in-law!"

Tao Yushu was washing clothes in the bathroom at the moment, and Lin Chaoyang was cleaning the room.

The two chatted for a while, and then Du Feng came over and asked in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, can I trouble you again?"

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, there was limited time, so Lin Chaoyang helped Du Feng "polished" two love letters.

Judging from the cheap brother-in-law's intention, he must have hooked up with the girl... and got in touch. Two love letters are not enough.

"You can't always count on me. Read more poetry and novels. Otherwise, if you talk to others too deeply, you will be exposed easily."

Lin Chaoyang casually wrote three more love letters to Du Feng, not forgetting to warn Du Feng.

"I also know that I'm just trying to make up for it lately. Unfortunately, I just don't have as high a literary talent as you, brother-in-law. Brother-in-law, if you don't become a poet or writer, you're really blind!"

"Come on, don't put your hat on me, just chase your girlfriend quickly."

"I'm not trying to flatter you, I really mean it!"

When Tao Yushu entered the room, Du Feng was about to get up and leave. When Lin Chaoyang saw him out of the room, Du Feng took out a cigarette from his arms.

"Foreign product, from Cuba. Try it. It's much better than the diamonds from Algeria."

The cigarette box has a blue background, and in the center is the name of the cigarette - ARDIAN.

"Where did you get it?"

"Exchanged with a friend."

Du Feng didn't say much, but Lin Chaoyang knew that this was not a problem for him, a second-generation soldier.

"It's done. I'll bring it to you next time."

Lin Chaoyang looked at Du Feng's back riding a bicycle in the cold wind. It seemed that this cheap brother-in-law was more sophisticated than his sister-in-law.

Back home, Lin Chaoyang gave the cigarette to Tao's father, "Du Feng honors you!"

Father Tao smiled and said, "That boy of his has never given me anything as a gift!"

Knowing full well, Tao's father still accepted the cigarettes sent by Lin Chaoyang, but it was only half of the price per person. After all, it was a cigarette given by his son-in-law.

Lin Chaoyang saw that his uncle was also greedy, so he gave him two boxes of cigarettes.

"Brother-in-law is really particular about people!"

Lin Chaoyang's "pen money" made the two men in the family happy, but it made the mother-in-law unhappy. They not only had to smoke second-hand smoke, but also had to sweep cigarette butts.

At early nine o'clock, Zhu Guangqian came to Tao's father to play chess on crutches.

"Come on, smoke my cigarette!"

The old man took the cigarette and took a look, "Yo! They even imported cigarettes!"

"A gift from my son-in-law."

Father Tao said very low-key.

Zhu Guangqian: "This smoke tastes ordinary."

In the middle of the chess game, there was a knock on the door of the house. Several students who had returned to school early came to the house to pay New Year greetings to Tao's father.

Tao's father had no airs at all. He was busy entertaining several students and asked Tao's mother to cook more dishes for lunch.

There was no one to play chess with, so Zhu Guangqian refused to leave and caught Lin Chaoyang who came to add some hot water to him.

"Xiao Lin, want a plate?"

"Just call me Chaoyang."

The old man smiled and said, "Come on, let's play a game with uncle."

"I don't know how to play Go."

Lin Chaoyang can actually play Go, and he is still at the level of a professional, but who let this old man sneak him away in the library before.

"I won't teach you."

"I'm too stupid to teach you."

Zhu Guangqian saw something fishy and said, "Don't you have a grudge?"

After all, he was a respected senior. Lin Chaoyang just showed his temper to avoid making the old man think he was a soft persimmon.

"I don't know how to play Go, so let's play backgammon."

Go consumes a lot of energy, and Lin Chaoyang just wants to relax during the weekend, he suggested to Zhu Guangqian.

"What's the point of children's toys?" The old man was very disdainful.

"You can't beat me at Gobang. Okay, let's play Go."

After he said this, Zhu Guangqian's expression became serious, "I have been running around Yanyuan for thirty years with black and white stones, but I haven't met an opponent in just backgammon..."

He chuckled and laid out the chessboard, "Come on, come on!"

…

"Tsk..."

"Hiss~"

"I looked at the wrong place. I regret every step I take."

When Tao Yushu entered the door, he saw Zhu Guangqian and Lin Chaoyang sitting opposite each other, thinking hard with sad faces.

"Uncle Zhu, it's time to eat."

As soon as Tao Yushu finished shouting, before Lin Chaoyang could react, he saw Zhu Guangqian's hand touch the chessboard, and his four-piece linked hearts turned into a piece of loose sand.

The old man stood up, with no trace of guilt on his face, but a look of relief, "Oh, I'm eating so soon."

Old man, your chess skills are average!