Backtracking to the Age of Literature and Art

Chapter 82 "Harvest"

"You child, your mother is working hard enough every day. You can't tell her everything. It's too stressful for her." Yu Hansheng changed his words, taught Yu Dong a lesson, and turned his head. Looking at Qin Fang with a smile: "Hey, wife, when did you come back, I have something to tell you, our son..."

Yu Dong stood in the back and smiled, old man, old man, although your attitude has changed very wit, but you look very embarrassed when you take a half step back.

Father Yu Hansheng didn't know the specifics either. He talked to Qin Fang for a long time without getting to the point. Yu Dong simply told them about the subscription certificate.

But I only said that I went out these days mainly to inspect the situation, and then I thought it was good to buy some subscription certificates with the manuscript fee, but I didn't say how much I bought.

Then Yu Dong said to the old couple, "Don't tell anyone about this subscription certificate."

Yu Hansheng nodded deeply and said: "Yes, it's not easy to tell others about this. You think, if the subscription certificate is not awarded, it will not be a joke. If it is awarded, we will make money, and others will Blame us for not taking them."

Yu Dong nodded, it seemed that the old man could still see clearly.

Qin Fang gave the father and son a blank look, "On this matter, I'm afraid I will reveal the secret to you, right?"

"No, absolutely not." Yu Hansheng immediately waved his hand and said, "I was just like you, and I only knew about the subscription certificate. This kid didn't tell me just now."

Yes, it was sold clean.

Qin Fang glanced at Yu Hansheng, and then asked Yu Dong with concern: "Son, is this certificate reliable? If this is not successful, will the money go to waste?"

"I also heard others say it's okay, so I thought about trying it out. You and Dad have been worrying about me all these years. Now that I'm so grown up, it's time to worry about my family. If it really works this time. Once you make money, the two of you will be able to relax in the future."

Hearing Yu Dong's words, Qin Fang felt as sweet as eating honey.Most of the parents in the world are like this. They do not necessarily want their children to become dragons and phoenixes. As long as they can get a little care from their children, they are already satisfied.

"My father and I are not too old, so you can still be busy. By the way, son, how much did the certificate cost this time? Do you have any money in your own hands?"

Yu Dong smiled and said, "There is still some money left from writing books, enough for me to spend, so don't worry about it."

"That's good." Qin Fang felt relieved, "you earn the money yourself, I don't have a big opinion with your dad on how to use it. But no matter what, you must leave a way for yourself and don't force yourself into a dead end. You are also a big boss, it's time to think about your own affairs."

In fact, Qin Fang didn't know how much Yu Dong made for writing books. She thought to herself that Yu Dong didn't publish a few articles.

If she were to know that her son had spent more than [-] yuan to buy a pile of paper to go home, it would probably explode on the spot.

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The day before the new year, Yu Dong went to the "Harvest" magazine.

Because there was no direct bus, he could only get off the bus early, and then took a shortcut through the alley of Siming Village to Julu Road.

You can get a glimpse of the life style of Shanghu Longtang in this Siming Village. Along the way, you can see many old men and women basking in the sun.

Without exception, they all had gentle smiles on their faces.In a place like Siming Village, a smile is really not a luxury.

After passing through the alley, Yu Dong arrived at the Shanghai Writers Association Center in a short time.

The retro door is open, and there are signs hanging on the tiled wall next to it, with the words "Harvest" and "Sprouting" written on it. These are all subordinate units of the Shanghai Writers Association.

"Who is Nong looking for?"

Yu Dong just stared at the sign for a while when an old man ran over.

Every unit always has a doorman, and each doorman seems to have the same style, as if they have undergone unified training.

"I'm going to Harvest, I made an appointment before." Yu Dong said with a smile.

The uncle heard that Yu Dong's accent was a local, so he was not embarrassed, and nodded, "You can recognize the way yourself."

"Yes, I can go in by myself."

This is not the first time Yu Dong has come to the Writers Association. He also knows where the office of Harvest is.

For the Dong generation, who grew up reading magazines such as Harvest and Germination, this is the place they yearn for, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a "holy place".

If you walk through Julu Road, you must take a few glances inside. Even if you can't go in, just take a few glances and feel that you are closer to the palace of literature.

Although it is not the first time for Yu Dong to come here, the environment here still makes him sigh. Entering from the entrance is a spacious corridor. Going inside, the vision becomes wider, and a retro yard suddenly appears in front of him.

Straight ahead, there is a statue of Prschach with delicate lines.This statue can also represent the overall style of the entire manor.

Before it was used as the office of the Shanghai Writers Association, it was called the Garden of Eros. It was the residence of the tycoon Liu Jisheng, and it was also a 40-year-old gift from Liu Jisheng to his wife.

At this time, there were several people in the yard chatting under the flower shed, and it seemed that the people who worked here came out to let the wind out.

Yu Dong went straight through the yard into the building and found the editorial office of "Harvest". After entering, he looked around for a while, and a middle-aged man sat very close to the door. Yu Dong leaned over and asked, "Excuse me. Is Wang Yu Wang editor here?"

The middle-aged man looked up and looked at Yu Dong through the thick glasses, showing a puzzled expression.

"What are you doing with Wang Yu?"

Yu Dong thinks this person's reaction is really interesting. When others encounter such a situation, they usually first look at the location of the person they are looking for.

Maybe he is Wang Yu.

"My name is Yu Dong. I have contacted editor Wang before and made an appointment to visit."

Hearing Yu Dong self-reporting his family, the man stood up suddenly, with an excited smile, "Hello Mr. Yu Dong, I am Wang Yu, welcome and welcome."

Yu Dong held Wang Yu's outstretched hand, thinking that this guy is really Wang Yu, which is a coincidence.

"Teacher Yu, sit down, I'll give it to you..." Wang Yu thought for a while, then said, "It's a little messy here, I'll take you to the lounge to sit for a while."

Then he will lead to the lounge again.

"Mr. Yu, I finally hoped for you. In the last letter, I invited you to come and have a look, but you didn't reply to me. I thought you didn't want to come." Wang Yu poured water for Yu Dong , said with a smile.

Yu Dong explained with a smile: "Because when I received your letter, I was about to return to Shanghai for vacation, so I didn't reply."

　Thank you [Southeast Wuchu people] for the 500 reward of the boss
　　Thank you for the 100 reward of [Distant Mountains and Mist]
　　Thanks for the 500 reward of [Frost Flowers]
　　Thank you [Big Brother Liu Da Lao] for the 100 reward of the big brother
　　Thank you [Lin Lang] for the 500 reward
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　　Thank you for the 1500 reward of [Rosemary Xiao Beast]
　　I didn't expect the big sister Rosemary Beast to come. Are you still abroad?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)