Literary Master 1978

Zhu Guangqian played chess at Tao's house for the whole morning, and had lunch at noon before he was ready to leave leisurely.

In the morning, his brother-in-law went out to meet a friend, and Tao's father asked Lin Chaoyang to see the old man out.

"A few days ago, a little foreigner came to our library to borrow "Jin Ping Mei." Lin Chaoyang said to Zhu Guangqian with a smile.

The old man was not guilty at all when he was exposed for doing bad things.

"That foreigner talked too much. I was running, and he had to talk to me. He almost gave me a stitch in the side."

It turned out that the old man was annoyed that others talked to him while he was running, but Lin Chaoyang thought it was just an excuse for the old man. He just wanted to play a trick on A Mao, especially since A Mao was so much taller than the old man, and this reason was too legitimate.

"Then you can recommend a more reliable book, and "Jin Ping Mei"."

"What's unreliable? If he understands "Jin Ping Mei", he will become an expert on China."

"He hasn't made his words clear yet! I recommended him "Selected Works of Mao Zedong."

Zhu Guangqian glanced at Lin Chaoyang, you kid, how dare you say that to me?

The next day, Lin Chaoyang went to the Chinese Department to take a class. After class, he saw Chen Jiangong and others pushing bicycles with bags of things on the back seat.

"Where are you going?"

"To 'send' magazines."

The word "send" is used very cleverly. During festivals, someone "sends" you the God of Wealth. Can you refuse it? You have to accept it. Not only that, you have to say "please" the God of Wealth.

The restoration of the May Fourth Literary Society is a grand event in the Yanjing University community. Now that the society's journal has been launched, students from all major universities must join in the celebration.

Not only the major universities in Yenching, but also some high schools, such as No. 4 Middle School and Yanda Affiliated High School, are all the targets that Chen Jiangong and others want to develop.

"Be careful when you go out. If you get caught, just say you're from next door."

"Weiming Lake" is not a publication. Students like Chen Jiangong carrying these magazines to sell outside are likely to be caught.

Chen Jiangong smiled smugly, with a bit of contempt in his eyes, "Teacher Xie just told us to report the name of Yanda if we get caught. Your mindset won't work."

What the two said was of course a joke.

Chen Jiangong's group of six people were divided into three groups. One group went straight to the Shuimu University next door, one group headed towards Yanjing City, and another group went south to the gate of Yanda Affiliated High School.

Wang Xiaoping and Gong Yu were in charge of Yanda Affiliated High School. The two pushed their bicycles to the school gate and attracted the attention of the security guards.

The two did not speak, but stood at the school gate waiting. At this time, the students had not finished their classes yet, and there were not many people on campus.

"Dinglingling!" A crisp bell rang, and the students were out of class.

Wang Xiaoping and Gong Yu became alert and looked towards the campus. After a while, they saw a young girl leading a group of students.

"Sister!" The girl greeted Gong Yu. It was Gong Yu's sister Gong Yun.

Yesterday, Gong Yu told Gong Yun that the May Fourth Literary Society was going to sell "Weiming Lake" outside. Today, Gong Yun called a group of classmates to show their support.

The two groups were talking across the school gate. The security guard at the gate came up when he saw this.

Wang Xiaoping felt a little guilty when she saw the security guard coming forward. She tugged at Gong Yu's sleeves and said calmly, "Don't panic!"

After that, she took out the Yan University badge from her pocket and pinned it on her chest.

The security guard, who was less than three meters away from the two, glanced at the badge on Gong Yu's chest, did not come forward, and turned back to the security room.

"Ah, it's really useful!" Wang Xiaoping said happily.

Gong Yu said with some pride: "Last year, Zhao Zhenkai and his team posted "Today" all the way from Xidan to Yanjing University and Renmin University. Guess why they were safe and sound?"

"Today" is a folk magazine led by Zhao Zhenkai, Mang Ke and other poets, and many students from Yanjing universities participated in it.

The powerful Kai Ye in later generations is now just a little follower who threw paste on the wall when "Today" was posted.

Wang Xiaoping nodded knowingly. Whether it is the country or the government, they are treated preferentially by college students, sometimes even doting.

The group of students brought by Gong Yun are full of interest in "Weiming Lake" magazine. Some of them will definitely enter Yanjing University this year, and they are naturally full of yearning for the May Fourth Literary Society.

A group of students rushed to pay for the magazine, and some couldn't wait to flip through the magazine.

"Gong Yun, where are Xu Lingjun's stuff?"

"When did I say Xu Lingjun's stuff was published? He's just a consultant."

"Consultant!"

The classmate looked in the list in front of him and said in surprise: "It's really him!"

A group of people came up, "Is there really Xu Lingjun?"

Someone asked Wang Xiaoping, "Is Xu Lingjun really from your Yanda?"

Wang Xiaoping nodded hesitantly, and now it seemed that there was no need to keep it secret.

Gong Yu said openly: "Xu Lingjun is indeed from our Yanda, this is his pen name."

While talking, Gong Yu suddenly remembered what she said to her sister a few days ago, and she called her sister aside.

"Don't spread his information everywhere, so as not to affect his work."

Gong Yun patted his chest, "Don't worry, sister, I didn't spread it everywhere."

While the two sisters were talking, many classmates had bought magazines, but there were still a lot of magazines brought by Wang Xiaoping and Gong Yu.

Gong Yun said, "I'll go get some people for you."

As she spoke, she ran towards the teaching building and ran into a bright and pretty girl.

"Yumo, why are you here just now?"

"I went to the bathroom. Do you have any magazines?"

"Yes, hurry up!"

"Okay."

The two of them passed each other.

That night, Lin Chaoyang was writing at his desk. His fountain pen suddenly ran out of ink, so he shook the pen.

"Don't shake it, don't shake it!" Tao Yushu said hurriedly. She took the pen and said, "I've told you several times. If the ink is gone, just fill it up. Don't shake it all the time. It will make the room full of ink spots."

Lin Chaoyang watched Tao Yushu unscrew the pen tube, put the pen tip into the black ink bottle, and sucked the pen belly full, but the pen tip was not covered with excess ink.

"Wife, you are so good at filling the ink!"

Tao Yushu glanced at him with a reproachful look, "You only know how to say nice things to fool me!"

"How can I say I am fooling you? If you have advantages, you should speak them out openly!"

Tao Yushu's mouth curled up slightly, "Okay, hurry up and write yours."

Lin Chaoyang took the pen and said easily, "There are at most one thousand words left. Stay up late tonight and finish the battle."

Tao Yushu was quite surprised, "So fast?"

Hearing this, Lin Chaoyang's heart skipped a beat. Fast? I should have written slower earlier.

Recently, I wrote too smoothly and didn't hold it.

"Well, I need to revise it." He made up for it.

Tao Yushu nodded, "Yes. I'll help you take a look first, and then you can send it to the editorial department to have a look, let the editor find some problems, and then revise it. This way it will be more efficient."

Tao Yushu not only loves to study, but is also very enthusiastic in pursuing learning efficiency, and unconsciously makes some demands on Lin Chaoyang.

A few days later, it was already the end of March.

The willow branches on the shore of Weiming Lake are green, the spring breeze is warm, and the lake is shimmering.

Lin Chaoyang asked for a leave from the museum. He has to deliver a manuscript to Yanjing Literature and Art today.

He took the bus all the way to the courtyard of the Municipal Bureau of Culture. With the experience of being brought here by Chen Jiangong last time, Lin Chaoyang found the editorial office with ease this time.

"De Ning!"

Zhang Dening heard someone calling him, looked up and saw Lin Chaoyang, with a look of surprise, "Why are you here? Are you delivering a manuscript to me?"

"If I don't deliver a manuscript, I can't come to you?" Lin Chaoyang joked.

The smile on Zhang Dening's face collapsed, "There is no manuscript!"

"You editors are so cold-blooded and realistic."

As Lin Chaoyang spoke, he slapped a stack of manuscripts on the table.

Zhang Dening's face bloomed with a smile again, and it was unusually cheap.

"Oh my! There really is a manuscript, such a thick stack?"

She stroked the freshly-made manuscript with a smile on her face, her eyes almost unable to be taken away.

Such a thick stack, it must be at least a novella, right?