Lin Que turned off his phone screen and archived the email from "New Tide".

The night wind blew in through the cracks in the car window, carrying the hustle and bustle of the city.

He looked at the backs of his parents in the front row.

Father Lin Jianguo seemed to have straightened his back considerably.

The mother, Wang Xiulian, acted like a little girl.

I kept looking back at the Xishengfu residential complex that had disappeared into the night.

"Xiao Que, Mom... Mom still feels like she's dreaming."

Wang Xiulian clutched the house purchase contract tightly.

Lin Jianguo cleared his throat.

He tried to sound calm as he spoke, but the slight tremor in his voice betrayed him:

"Alright, the contract is signed and the words are written down, how could it be fake?"

From now on, we'll be living in big houses too.

That being said, his hands rested on his knees,

But he kept unconsciously rubbing the seam of his pants.

Lin Que smiled.

"Dad, Mom, this is just the beginning."

His voice was very soft.

"From now on, you can enjoy yourselves and leave the money-making to me."

Wang Xiulian's eyes reddened again.

He quickly turned his head away, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window.

Lin Jianguo glanced at his son through the rearview mirror.

This boy, whom he had always thought hadn't grown up yet...

Before we knew it, it had grown into a towering tree that could shelter the family from the wind and rain.

Returning to that "home" that is about to become history.

For the first time ever, Wang Xiulian didn't immediately start cooking; instead, she pulled Lin Jianguo along...

In the cramped living room, they began to plan for the future.

“Jianguo, look, the new house is so big. We need to buy a big sofa so that when Xiao Que brings his classmates back to play, it will be spacious for them to sit on.”

"And that south-facing room, with the best light, will be reserved for Xiao Que as a study."

"By the way, I'm going to quit my job tomorrow. I've had enough of that chemical smell!"

Lin Jianguo listened silently, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Nodding occasionally, the fatigue between his brows vanished.

Lin Que did not disturb them and returned to his bedroom alone.

He turned on his computer but didn't log in to Hongguo.com.

Instead, he opened the layout sample sent by the editorial department of "New Tide".

On the screen, "Miracles of the Namiya General Store" was placed in the most prominent position.

The title uses a simple and elegant Song typeface.

The sound of a harmonica late at night

—Insight

He reviewed it word by word.

Every punctuation mark and every paragraph has been carefully adjusted.

This demonstrates the professionalism of top-tier journals.

After confirming that everything was correct, he replied to the email.

[Thank you for your hard work. No problem. Looking forward to meeting readers. — Jian Shen]

After doing all this, Lin Que leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

...

Nothing was said that night.

When Lin Que stepped into the gates of Jiangcheng No.1 High School again

He reverted to being that lazy and carefree high school sophomore.

But the atmosphere on campus today seems unusually different.

Grade 11 (3)

Yesterday's incident made Lin Que the center of attention in the class.

During breaks, no one dared to look at him with contempt anymore.

Instead, curiosity, awe, and even fawning took their place.

"Brother Que! What exactly is that piece 'Firefly' about? Tell us about it!"

"Lin Que, I have a math problem I don't understand. Could you help me with it?"

Even Su Qianqian, the class beauty who had previously ignored Lin Que,

Today, everyone who passed by his seat gave him a friendly smile.

Lin Que ignored all of this and continued to maintain his lazy, sleepy persona.

Wu Di then became his spokesperson.

He boasted to a group of classmates, spitting as he spoke, about how Lin Que had "debated the masses" and how he regarded fame and fortune as dirt...

Zhang Ya didn't come to school today; I heard she's sick.

The whole world seemed to be revealing its benevolent side to Lin Que in a dramatic way.

afternoon.

The latest issue of "New Tide" magazine is now officially available for sale across all channels.

Jiangcheng City, Xinhua Bookstore.

Professor Li Yuanchao was wearing a baseball cap.

Like an ordinary reader, I took a brand new copy of "New Tide" from the bookshelf.

He didn't look through it immediately, but went straight to the cashier.

This has been his habit for many years.

As a special editor of the magazine, he always buys it as soon as possible to show his support.

Back in his office at Jiangcheng University, he brewed a pot of Longjing tea before leisurely opening a magazine.

He went straight to the table of contents.

When he saw the unfamiliar name and title of the final section, he couldn't help but pause for a moment.

[The sound of a harmonica late at night... Author: Jian Shen?]

"Jian Shen? Never heard of him. He seems to be a newcomer."

Li Yuanchao was somewhat curious.

To be published in the final section of "New Tide"

It takes up such a large portion of the article; this is not the kind of treatment a newcomer usually receives.

He took a sip of tea and began to read.

The office was quiet, except for the rustling sound of him turning the pages of his book.

Gradually, his expression changed.

From initial casualness, to focus, and then to solemnity.

Finally, it was utterly shocking.

When he read that the three thieves were clumsily imitating Grandpa Namiya's tone,

When replying to the fish shop musician who was struggling between his dreams and reality.

When he saw the thank-you letter from the future, he informed them...