Literary Master 1978

Another day, Tao Yumo finished the college entrance examination and returned home to cheer.

The college entrance examination was over, and Tao Yumo, a senior student, was finally completely liberated.

After dinner, she was planning how to travel around Yanzhao this summer vacation. Suddenly, she heard a faint mechanical sound coming from the next room. She listened for a while and ran to the door to listen. Unexpectedly, the door was opened from the inside.

"If you want to listen, listen openly, don't be sneaky!"

Tao Yumo didn't care about her sister's thorny words at all. She kept looking into the room and finally locked on the brick-sized box on the desk.

She ran to the desk and looked curiously, "Sister, what is this? Radio?"

"It doesn't have a radio function, it can play and record. Your brother-in-law bought it for me."

Tao Yumo shouted in surprise: "My brother-in-law bought it for you?"

As she spoke, she picked up the recorder and looked at it carefully, with greed in her eyes.

"How much did it cost?"

"Two hundred yuan!"

Tao Yushu opened her mouth and raised the price by more than ten times, fearing that this girl would covet it.

Sure enough, Tao Yumo was shocked when she heard this number, "Two hundred yuan? Too expensive!"

She said so, but her love on her face did not diminish at all.

It is reasonable that such a small and exquisite recorder is sold at a higher price.

The key is that you can't buy such a good thing even if you have money now. There is a price but no market, and it is rare.

"Your brother-in-law saw that I was slow to learn English, I don't know, otherwise I would never let him buy it for me, it's too expensive!"

Tao Yumo silently swallowed the dog food her sister sprinkled, "It's a bit expensive, but it has its advantages."

She imagined that if she appeared in the school with this recorder, it would attract a lot of attention!

It's a pity that the college entrance examination is over!

"What are you thinking about?" Tao Yushu keenly noticed her sister's dangerous thoughts.

"Nothing." Tao Yumo said perfunctorily, and her eyes glanced at the tapes on the desk again, "Teresa Teng?"

She picked up the tape happily, "Sister, where did you get it from?"

"Your brother-in-law bought it when he bought a recorder."

"Brother-in-law is really resourceful, this tape is not easy to get." Tao Yumo held the tape and recorder tightly in her hands, staring at her sister with burning eyes.

Tao Yushu knew what she was thinking without having to guess, "Don't think about it, this is for me to learn English."

"Sister~"

Tao Yushu looked impatient, "It's useless to call me sister, I said it's for learning, not for you to play!"

"What do you mean by play? I also want to learn English. Sister, my good sister~"

Tao Yumo used the method of acting like a spoiled child, which was exactly the same as the way Tao Yushu treated Lin Chaoyang.

Tao Yushu was helpless by her and said, "I'll lend it to you when I don't need it."

"Okay!" Tao Yumo agreed immediately.

My sister can't study English all day long. She can only study English for two or three hours at most. Isn't the rest of the time hers?

After getting her sister's promise, Tao Yumo didn't leave. She watched her sister play the words and short sentences in the tape over and over again, and recited them with interest.

"I heard some noise in your room!"

Tao Yucheng knocked on the door and came in. He was also curious about the recorder on Tao Yu's desk. He asked about the origin of the thing. He shouted outside the house: "Dad, Mom, Chaoyang bought a recorder for Yushu. Take a look!"

Tao's father and mother didn't have Tao Yucheng's youthful heart, but they still came to take a look. They were a little surprised when they heard Tao Yushu say that he spent 200 yuan to buy it.

In addition to the TV, the most expensive thing in their home is probably this small brick in front of them.

The son-in-law was willing to spend 200 yuan to buy such a learning thing for his daughter. Tao's father and mother looked a little relieved.

Lin Chaoyang secretly said to Tao Yushu when no one was around: "You are so bold to say that you will spend 200 yuan on something that costs only 10 yuan?"

"Don't say it's expensive. Yumo and the two kids can dismantle this thing in two days. Do you believe it?"

Lin Chaoyang had to admit that his wife was more thoughtful than him.

"When there is a chance in the future, I will buy you the latest model!" Lin Chaoyang said.

Tao Yushu smiled like a flower, "This one is very good. It is used for study, not for showing off. Why spend that money?"

Lin Chaoyang held her hand, "What a good wife! Good wife, look, Yumo has finished the college entrance examination..."

"I knew you had bad intentions!" Tao Yushu said with disdain, but did not let go of her hand.

"Sister!" The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and the girl covered her eyes with a cry of "Aiya".

Tao Yushu shouted angrily: "Show your fingers wider!"

Tao Yumo put down her perfunctory hand and said with a blushing face: "Sister, brother-in-law, Dad said to go to Quanjude to eat roast duck this weekend!"

Quanjude?

Lin Chaoyang instantly remembered the red brick floor-to-ceiling oven and the "10 yuan per duck" menu.

The father-in-law is so generous that he bought Quanjude. This meal must cost him a month's salary?

"Got it!"

Tao Yumo understood what her sister meant. These three words clearly said: Kneel down!

She honestly left the room and closed the door.

"This girl!" Tao Yushu was so angry that she laughed.

That day, Liu Xinwu ran to the library to ask about Lin Chaoyang's novel.

"It's been less than half a month since it was handed over to the army. I don't think there will be any results so soon." Lin Chaoyang said to Liu Xinwu.

Liu Xinwu was a little disappointed and told Lin Chaoyang to inform him after getting permission from the army and he would come over to pick up the manuscript.

Zhang Dening had to deliver the manuscript himself. Looking at Lao Liu, with this attitude, it would be inappropriate not to give the manuscript to others.

"Definitely, don't worry."

Before leaving, Liu Xinwu gave Lin Chaoyang a copy of the just-published "October". His article "The Inevitable Rise and Decline of Scar Literature" was published in this issue.

"Thank you, Old Liu."

Look at what others have done, Comrade Dening still needs to make progress!

When he returned home in the evening, Lin Chaoyang showed this issue of "October" to Tao Yushu.

"Look at this!"

Tao Yushu thought that Lin Chaoyang was showing off that his article had been published, but when he opened the magazine, he found that his name was among them.

"This..." Tao Yushu was stunned by the sudden surprise.

"How is it?" Lin Chaoyang looked proud.

Tao Yushu was full of questions, "Why did you sign my name?"

"You also helped me a lot with this article. Of course I have to sign my name. Otherwise, wouldn't I become a person who deceives the world and steals my reputation?"

Listening to her husband's explanation, Tao Yushu was excited for this little surprise and threw herself into her husband's arms.

On the third day after Liu Xinwu came to see Lin Chaoyang, Du Feng rode his bicycle to Tao's house.

"Brother-in-law, your novel is trustworthy."

"So fast?" Lin Chaoyang thought it would take a month less.

"They are all in Yanjing City, and there is no need to mail them. All manuscripts are sent to 212." Du Feng explained.

"What's your opinion above?"

Du Feng did not answer his words, "Please come with me to the military area."

"good."

The two came to the military compound, and Lin Chaoyang met his uncle Du Ruolin again.

"I don't have any opinions on the novel."

No comments?

Lin Chaoyang was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that no opinion was the best opinion, which proved that the novel had passed the review.

"But there is a request from above."

"What request?"

"The publication level in which your novel is published cannot be too low."

Lin Chaoyang immediately understood that the army's request, which was not considered a request, should be because he wanted his novel to have a wide impact. After all, the content of the novel was a good positive publicity for the war in the south and would enhance our own side. morale.

"Is "October" okay?"

Du Ruolin frowned and asked, "What level does "October" rank among domestic literary magazines?"

Lin Chaoyang said: "Although "October" is a newly established magazine last year, it was later supported by Yanjing Publishing House and Yanjing Federation of Literary and Art Circles."

Hearing this, Du Ruolin looked thoughtful and said, "A provincial publication..."

Lin Chaoyang suddenly didn't know what to say. It seemed right, but something felt wrong.

After pondering for a moment, Du Ruolin said: "This "October" is almost meaningless. Can it be published in "People's Literature"?"

Lin Chaoyang looked at him speechlessly, "People's Literature" is something I can get into if I say I can?

"Uncle, this... it doesn't matter what I say!"

Du Ruolin nodded, "I understand that this kind of national number one publication is not accessible to ordinary people and works."

Lin Chaoyang complained in his heart: Uncle, don't you think about how you feel about "Harvest"?

Du Ruolin thought for a while and said to Lin Chaoyang: "You don't need to worry about this matter. Let's contact our army."

ah?

"Uncle, I have promised this novel to a good family." Lin Chaoyang said with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Did you agree to "October"?" Du Ruolin asked.

Lin Chaoyang nodded.

"It doesn't matter. If you have any objections, let them come to me. If you don't have enough influence, why should you blame others?"

Hearing this, Lin Chaoyang couldn't laugh or cry.

After being in contact for such a long time, he finally saw the powerful side of Du Ruolin.

"This novel should not only be seen by our soldiers, but also by people all over the country!" Du Ruolin said firmly.

Listening to his impassioned voice, the opinion in Lin Chaoyang's heart disappeared for some reason.

But when Du Feng went downstairs to see him off, Lin Chaoyang couldn't help but ask: "Doesn't your dad usually read literary magazines?"

"Him? He's a rough guy. He doesn't read any literary magazines. Except for documents, maps, and People's Daily and People's Liberation Army Daily, he won't touch anything else with words on it."

"Then how does he know about "People's Literature"?"

"Who doesn't know about People's Literature?"

Lin Chaoyang suddenly realized that he had asked a stupid question. It was precisely because his uncle Du Ruolin didn't read magazines that he only knew "People's Literature".

After all, the word "people" is hanging on it, and its meaning is self-evident.

Coming out of the military compound, Lin Chaoyang felt a little embarrassed.

Lao Liu is a good person, and he promised the novel to others early on, but now it has turned out like this.

well!

Comrade Lao Du is not particular about it. If people come to him if they have any objections, can they find him?

Don't you have to clean up the mess?

The next day, Lin Chaoyang specifically asked for leave from his work unit and came to No. 51 East Xinglong Street.

"Chaoyang? Why are you here? Are you here to deliver a manuscript?"

Liu Xinwu was surprised and happy when he saw him, and asked expectantly.

"Um..." Seeing Liu Xinwu's expression, Lin Chaoyang was really embarrassed to speak, "Well... the review by the army passed, but..."

"But what?" Liu Xinwu's face was full of joy, not realizing the seriousness of the matter at all.

"But the meaning of the higher-ups is to find a more influential magazine to publish my novel."

"What do you mean?" Liu Xinwu was a little confused by the sudden bad news.

Zhang Zhonge on the side reminded: "They just dislike that our October is too small!"

Liu Xinwu's face was full of grief and indignation, "Our October is not famous? Our October is not famous?"

Zhang Zhonge wiped the saliva on his face, "Don't yell at me!"

Liu Xinwu turned to Lin Chaoyang, "Why is our October not famous?"

Several editors on the side also shared the same hatred, "That's right, why is October not famous?"

Lin Chaoyang smiled bitterly, "Of course, October is not small, mainly because the army wants to find a magazine with national influence..."

At this point, he realized that his explanation was not right, and he was suspected of making things worse.

Does October have no national influence?

"Who are they looking for?"

Liu Xinwu had an expression of "I want to see which little devil it is" and was very arrogant.

Lin Chaoyang lowered his voice and uttered a few words with a shy look: "People's Literature!"

"People's Literature? How can People's Literature..."

Liu Xinwu was not afraid of the name and was about to speak out when he was stopped by several colleagues.

"Xinwu, Xinwu, calm down!"

Although everyone didn't want to admit it, there was still a gap between October and People's Literature.

Several colleagues persuaded Liu Xinwu, and Zhang Zhonge asked Lin Chaoyang: "So the army has already decided?"

"Yeah."

Lin Chaoyang responded with a guilty conscience. He was really afraid that he would say a few more words and provoke conflicts between the army and the people.

"Alas!"

Several editors sighed. Lin Chaoyang's novel was indeed a bit sensitive. Since the army said so, it seemed that this novel was indeed not destined to be with October.

But Liu Xinwu was furious. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He slapped the table.

“People’s Literature, you are going too far!”

People’s Literature: ???