1980 My Literary Era.

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"People's Literature" was founded on October 1949, 10, with Mao Dun as the editor-in-chief and Ai Qing as the deputy editor-in-chief.

On the cover of the inaugural issue of that year and the first inner page after the catalog page, a photo of the great man in a sitting posture was published. On the back of the photo was the inscription written by the great man for the inaugural issue of "People's Literature".

"I hope more good works will come out."

A publication with such a background is destined to become the highest national literary publication that coexists with the new China.

从1949年10月25日至1966年5月12日，《人民文学》出刊198期。复刊后，直至1981年3月，出刊63期。

Today is the day when the April 81 issue of "People's Literature" was released. Early in the morning, literature lovers came to buy it in front of the major bookstores and newsstands in Yanjing City.

Zhang Jianjun, a middle school student with fried dough sticks in his mouth, finished paying and opened the magazine before he turned to leave the newsstand. A 32-page paper suddenly fell from between the pages.

Zhang Jianjun picked up the paper, "What is this?"

When he saw clearly that the content on the paper was actually a questionnaire, he felt a burst of freshness. Not only was the idea good, but it also made him feel valued as a reader.

"This is interesting!"

He stuffed the fried dough sticks into his mouth, and he couldn't wait to open the magazine.

Walking while reading a book all the way, Zhang Jianjun was patted on the shoulder by a familiar classmate when he was approaching school.

"What are you doing? Don't look, the bell will ring soon!"

Only then did Zhang Jianjun come to his senses, and hurried to the school.

When it was time for lunch, Zhang Jianjun was reading while eating, and a classmate who was usually close to him ran over to him and said, "Jianjun, can you lend me your magazine after you finish reading it?"

Zhang Jianjun raised his head, he saw the critical moment, and said in a low voice, "Wait for me to finish watching."

"Okay." The classmate ran away after finishing speaking.

Zhang Jianjun continued to indulge in the magazines, until the class bell rang, he still didn't want to put down the books.

He pretended to attend the class and wrapped the textbook in "People's Literature". As long as the teacher didn't look behind him, he couldn't find it at all.

The plot in the novel continued to attract him, all his attention was focused on the magazine, and his expression changed with the emotions of the characters in the book.

Time passed slowly, and the last class in the afternoon was Chinese class, and Zhang Jianjun couldn't care less about class at this time.His eyes were red, the tip of his nose opened and closed, and his mouth was slightly pursed.

At this time, he was completely immersed in the novel. Seeing the end of the novel, Cheng Dieyi killed himself with a sword, he could no longer control his emotions.

The teacher on the podium was in class when he suddenly heard a whimper in the classroom.

The voice changed from weak to strong, and it seemed to be coming from the back of the classroom. The teacher followed the sound.

"Wooooow, Dieyi!"

The teacher's eyes turned around the classroom, and finally found that Zhang Jianjun sitting in the back row was crying.

Seeing Zhang Jianjun crying so sadly, she thought something happened to him, she walked over and asked, "Zhang Jianjun, what's wrong with you?"

"Ahhh, Dieyi died so badly! Dieyi!" (Please refer to Sha Chun'er for the cry here)

The teacher is even more worried. Is this something wrong with someone in the family?
She leaned down and asked anxiously: "If you have something to do at home, go back quickly, don't cry here."

Zhang Jianjun raised his head and looked at the teacher with tears in his eyes. He was so sad that he forgot where he was now. He held "People's Literature" and cried to the teacher: "Mr. Mao, Cheng Dieyi is really miserable! Ahhhhhhh !"

When the teacher noticed the magazine in his hand, he realized what was going on. He was furious and scolded, "Why are you crying while reading a novel? Are you justified in reading novels in class?"

As he said, he grabbed the "People's Literature" in Zhang Jianjun's hand, "Look at it, I know how to read these books all day long, I didn't see your academic performance improve a bit! Let your dad come to me tomorrow and take it away."

When Zhang Jianjun heard this, he cried even more sadly.

The magazines were all confiscated, and the parents had to be called to get them. Thinking of Cheng Dieyi's tragic fate, his tears burst like a bank, and he couldn't stop it.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Finally, when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Zhang Jianjun felt very depressed watching Mr. Mao leave the classroom with the magazine he just bought this morning.

"Hey, Jianjun, what's wrong with you in class? Why are you crying so sad?" The students surrounded him and asked him.

"Are you reading a novel just now? Can you still cry like that after reading a novel? You are really good at it!" Someone uttered contempt.

Zhang Jianjun said angrily: "You guys know nothing! You'll know it after reading it, "Farewell My Concubine" is so well written."

"Farewell My Concubine? Is it a new novel?"

"This month's "People's Literature" is published, it's great."

Zhang Jianjun spontaneously cheered up the students, and at the same time wanted to find a legitimate reason for himself to cry in class.

It's not that I'm Zhang Jianjun, it's that "Farewell My Concubine" is so well written that no one can handle it!

Teacher Mao returned to the teacher's office and put the lesson plans and confiscated magazines on the table, "This group of students is really not as good as one class."

The colleague next to him asked, "What's the matter?"

"There is a boy in our class who doesn't listen well in class and reads extra-curricular books there. If you say you can read it, he actually started crying in class. I thought something happened to their family? You bastard!" When the teacher talked about this, he was very angry.

The colleague was also amused, "The student in your class is also a talent! What books are you reading?"

Only then did Teacher Mao recall the confiscated book, and after a glance, it turned out to be "People's Literature".

"People's Literature."

The colleague raised a magazine in his hand, "Coincidentally, I bought a copy this morning."

Teacher Mao asked: "Is there any particularly touching novel in this issue? My student cried to death after reading it."

"There is one. Oh, it's really well written." The colleague said, and took the initiative to open "People's Literature" to Teacher Mao. "Just this one, "Farewell My Concubine", it is simply amazing!"

Teacher Mao glanced suspiciously, at this moment, a colleague started packing up and was about to get off work.

"Don't read it for now." Teacher Mao said, and packed up his desk.

Colleagues in the office left one after another. Teacher Mao packed up and was about to leave. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of "People's Literature" which she had placed in a corner of her desk. go.

The next day.

Teacher Mao went to work with red eyes and was a little depressed. Taking advantage of lunch time, she called Zhang Jianjun to the office.

"Take the magazine back, and you will no longer be allowed to read novels in class."

Zhang Jianjun was overjoyed when he heard the words, "Thank you, Teacher Mao!"

(End of this chapter)