A widower's entertainment

Chapter 72 [Not only letters come from afar]

Yes, spring is here.

In this spring, no one knows how crazy this crazy trend of love letters started by Lin Youcheng is.

No, someone knows, comrade postmen at post offices across the country are well aware of how crazy the letters have been these days.

In addition to the surge in the number of letters, the most devastating thing for postmen is the address and recipient of the letters, which really makes them feel desperate and helpless.

No. 123 Jixiang Road?

There is no No. 123 on Jixiang Road!

Beihe City poplar harvest?

Beihe City is so big, which poplar tree is this letter for?

Ma Dong plum harvest in Linji City?

Comrade Ma Dongmei, here is your letter. How about you come and get it yourself?

……

The power of the people is really very powerful. When the postman is caught in the people's enthusiasm and madness, it seems that he is surrendering with a white flag.

It’s not that comrade postmen don’t work hard, it’s just that their work is too much and too difficult, and they can’t finish even if they work overtime.

It may be better for the postmen in Hunan Province. Although there are many letters, whether they are sent to Yang Shu or Lin Youcheng, the address is not specific. The postman knows very well that they are sent to the creator of this avalanche. ——

The troublesome widower writer Lin Youcheng in Chunfeng Lane, Decheng.

Zheng Yong didn't know how many times he had sent letters to Chunfeng Lane. Even though he devoted himself to delivering letters to the people, he now felt that this letter was not necessary.

"Brother Lin, what should you do with so many letters?"

Hearing Zheng Yong's words and looking at the pile of letters in front of him, Lin Youcheng felt a burst of pressure. The greeting he shouted out, at the same time, received quite enthusiastic and loud replies from all over the country, "They are fine."

At this moment, Lin Youcheng was not well.

Lin Youcheng really didn't know what to do with these letters. He read some of the letters inside, and most of them only contained those two greetings.

In this regard, Lin Youcheng just wanted to ask -

Comrades, are stamps free of charge?

"Comrade Xiao Zheng, thank you for your hard work. Thank you for your hard work."

Lin Youcheng knew that Zheng Yong must be working hard because he had so many letters here, but obviously Lin Youcheng didn't know that it was not just the postman Zheng Yong who was working hard.

When Zheng Yong heard Lin Youcheng's words, he could only reply with a smile: "It's not hard, this is my job."

Saying this, Zheng Yong felt his heart hurt inexplicably. It might be an illusion.

Zheng Yong looked at Lin Youcheng and asked: "Brother Lin, I read the "Love Letter" you wrote. It's really touching. I want to ask the young man Yang Shu whether the book "Reminiscences of Lost Time" that Yang Shu asked Yang Shu to return is true. Do you have this book?"

Lin Youcheng was stunned and nodded.

"This book "In Search of Lost Time" is a novel written by the French novelist Marcel Proust."

After hearing what Lin Youcheng said, Zheng Yong nodded and said, "I will go to the bookstore later to look for this book and read it."

Hearing Zheng Yong's words, Lin Youcheng naturally realized that the book he mentioned in "Love Letter" would also attract the attention of many readers, especially those young literary and artistic people who love literature, who would definitely look for this book. This book is "Reminiscences of Lost Time".

This is like a business implant in the 80s. The book "In Search of Lost Time" in "Love Letters" will be used by many people, and then set off a frenzy of selling goods.

It is an age that longs for literature. At this time, Lin Youcheng mentioned another book in his novel, and the title of the book is "Reminiscences of Lost Time" which is full of literary flavor. No one will be indifferent.

I just don’t know if those people will be able to find the copy of "In Search of Lost Time". Maybe this "In Search of Lost Time" will be sold out.

In the 80s, selling books was probably the best seller.

Lin Youcheng also knew that Baihua Publishing House in "Novel Monthly" wanted to publish stand-alone versions of his two novels, "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" and "The Devotion of Suspect X".

Of course he would not refuse this, after all, it was another royalties.

Lin Youcheng was thinking that if the book he asked Yang Shu to return in "Love Letter" was not "In Search of Lost Time", but his "The Devotion of Suspect X", or "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree", Would it be a good advertising placement? Of course, Lin Youcheng knew very well that "In Search of Lost Time" was more suitable for "Love Letter", a story about youthful memories.

Moreover, there is no royalties for publishing books now, and some only pay a one-time fee of ten yuan per thousand words.

This means that no matter how many copies of the book are sold, it has nothing to do with Lin Youcheng.

These thoughts only flashed through Lin Youcheng's mind.

"Brother Lin, do you know? Because your "Love Letter" has a lot of poplar trees popping up."

"Too many people have named themselves Yang Shu, sent letters to you, or written to Yang Shu. If we didn't know that these letters were written to you, we wouldn't know what to do with these letters."

Hearing Zheng Yong's words, Lin Youcheng couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Even if he did not underestimate the lethality of this "Love Letter", he had to say at this moment that the lethality was really astonishing.

The first to be killed were the comrades at the post office.

"Actually, what I'm most worried about is that if someone writes a letter to the real poplar tree, it will be sent to me instead. That would be bad."

When Zheng Yong heard what Lin Youcheng said, he hurriedly said: "Brother Lin, don't worry, the letter sent to you either has your address written on it, or the address is unclear. The real Yangshu address should be It really exists, and we will definitely deliver the letter to the address.”

Lin Youcheng nodded.

In fact, he didn't want to mess up other people's affairs because of the confusion of names.

"Brother Lin, I'm leaving first."

Zheng Yong finished delivering the letter, said a few words, and prepared to leave.

However, Zheng Yong knew very well that he would definitely have to come again to deliver the letter.

Although he liked Lin Youcheng's "Love Letter" very much, he felt that Lin Youcheng's story might give many postmen a headache.

Because now there are too many poplar trees to send and receive letters.

"Thank you for your hard work. Thank you for your hard work."

Lin Youcheng thanked him again, and then turned to look at the pile of letters in front of him. He couldn't just throw them away, so he picked up a letter, which was sent by Xie Shuhua, and then picked up another letter - —

Chen Aige? There's something familiar about this name.

Lin Youcheng didn't realize that these letters sent from far away were not all strange men and women he didn't know. There were also some celebrities he knew who also wrote to him.

A self-proclaimed poet named Chen Aige writing to him is just one of them.

Of course, Lin Youcheng doesn't know now.

He is just thinking about how to deal with these letters from the people. After all, it will take a long time to read them one by one.

But Lin Youcheng didn’t even know——

Not only letters come from far away, but also old friends.

A man appeared in Chunfeng Alley with his wife and children, dusty and weathered, and asked with a slight bow.

"Hello, comrade, I want to ask you, does Lin Youcheng live here?"

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(End of this chapter)