Chapter 68 Classmates
Editorial office of Childhood in Shanghai.
Huang Anyi bought a newly published copy of "Contemporary" when she passed by the newsstand early in the morning. When she arrived at the office, the old editor, Sister Lu, was reading the magazine while sipping tea.
She put down her bag and magazines, cleaned the office, and then wiped the desk.
"An Yi, that's enough. I just wiped it off."
Huang Anyi then put down the rag in her hand and returned to her desk. Before she started working, she opened "Contemporary".
"You young people really can't sit still. You're here to work before the holidays even start."
Huang Anyi smiled and said, "Of course I want to take a vacation when I don't have one, but after staying at home for more than half a month, I don't know what to do. I might as well come to work."
At this time, Sister Lu had just finished her cup of tea. She stood up to get the thermos to pour water and saw the magazine in Huang Anyi's hand. "Hey, you are also reading this issue of Contemporary?"
Huang Anyi nodded, "Yes, this album was planned by my classmates, and many people in our class have published their works on it."
Sister Lu and Huang Anyi were colleagues, so of course she knew that Huang Anyi went to the Institute of Literature for further studies. "By the way, your novel was published in the last issue of Contemporary."
"Um."
"You young people are really amazing. When we were young, we all had a literary dream, but few of us could actually write it."
Huang Anyi didn't know how to respond to this, so she asked, "Sister Lu, what do you think of this album?"
"Great! It's really refreshing. My son was discussing this with me yesterday. After reading it, he felt that in addition to the wonderful story itself, he also felt that he had taken a vivid writing lesson.
Although the story is rewritten in different ways, it may seem similar, but for literature lovers like my son, it is a good learning experience.”
Huang Anyi listened to Sister Lu's praise, and for some reason she felt a little sweet in her heart. She said, "My classmate also told us the same thing when he was planning the album. It seems that he has achieved his goal."
Sister Lu nodded and said, "That's right. This album can't just be viewed as a magazine. It serves as teaching material for students in class."
"You still understand clearly."
"Haha, don't flatter me!"
Jichun Province, Jiangcheng City.
Huang Zonghan was still enjoying his vacation. At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa reading a book. His daughter Kexin ran over with a book in her hands.
"Dad, tell me a story."
Huang Zonghan was immersed in the world of novels and said perfunctorily: "Go ask mom to tell it!"
"I don't! I want you to tell me!"
At this time, his wife came out of the bedroom and said, "It's finally time for us to take a vacation, but you can't take care of the children."
Huang Zonghan could only helplessly put down the magazine in his hand, hold his daughter on his lap, and read fairy tales to her.
In the evening, when his son Huang Jianan came home from school, he saw the magazine his father had placed on the sofa and started reading it.
His mother scolded him, "You only know how to read idle books when you come home. Have you done your homework?"
"Mom, how can this be a leisure book? Dad's novels are also published in it!"
"Go do your homework."
His mother didn't listen to his explanation and snatched the magazine from him.
Huang Jianan went into the house with a sullen face to do his homework and did not come out until dinner time.
"Dad, my mom said the novels you wrote are just idle books."
Huang Jianan took advantage of his mother's cooking to sow discord. Huang Zonghan laughed and scolded, "Who told you to read instead of doing your homework?"
"Isn't it the same if I finish reading the book and do my homework?"
"Don't make excuses."
Huang Jianan muttered, "Humph! The governor is allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps. My mother is watching at night, and she thinks I don't know!"
Huang Zonghan looked at his son helplessly. He was a teenager, over 1.6 meters tall, but he knew everything.
"Wait until the weekend and I'll let you watch it for a day."
Huang Jianan immediately showed a bright smile on his face, "Thank you, Dad."
At night, after the children had gone to bed, Huang Zonghan and his wife leaned against the head of the bed. His wife was holding the magazine she had read during the day, reading it very seriously.
Huang Zonghan glanced at the time. It was already half past nine. He said to his wife, "Go to bed."
"Wait a minute, I'll read for a while." His wife replied without even raising her head, still immersed in the novel.
Huang Zonghan glanced at the magazine and saw that his wife was reading the only long story in this issue, "The Cliff".
Even he, who had read the manuscript in advance, was fascinated by the novel, not to mention his wife and others who were reading it for the first time.
Alas, compared with Lin Weimin's work, the short story I posted in the album is totally not good enough.
Jiujiang County, western Jiangxi Province.
Cheng Shixu is now engaged in mass cultural work at the county cultural center. His daily work includes going to the countryside, interviewing people, and writing articles.
However, during this period, because he was given leave by the Institute of Literature, he could stay at home and take care of his wife and children with peace of mind.
He got married on the eve of New Year's Day in 1978. With the help of his colleagues, he found a country carpenter to make a double bed, a desk and a small wardrobe. He painted the clothes himself. They got married in such a simple way. One year after their marriage, the couple had a son.
Cheng Shixu went to the Institute of Literature for training for half a year, and his wife was the only one who took care of the family. He felt very guilty. His wife had to go to work during the day, and he was the only one who took care of the family. He could only write at night.
His son is now over one year old. The child loves to play and doesn’t want to go to bed even after nine o’clock in the evening. He and his wife had to finally coax their son to sleep before going to bed.
After chatting with his wife for a few words, Cheng Shixu got out of bed and turned on the desk lamp. His wife said, "Are you still not asleep?"
"I'll write something and talk to you later."
He had just read this issue of "Contemporary" album today, and he couldn't sleep at all when he thought of those works printed in lead type.
Compared with his classmates, he was still far behind in writing. He knew that his talent was not high, so he had to make up for it with hard work and diligence.
Cheng Shixu couldn't help but think of Lin Weimin, who was ten years younger than him. How great it would be if he had the same talent as him!
But he also understood that some things cannot be achieved by envy, and they have to be achieved step by step.
After writing at the desk for half an hour, Cheng Shixu felt a little sleepy, so he picked up the book "Contemporary" on the desk, intending to refresh himself, but he was so absorbed in reading it.
When he came to his senses, it was already half past eleven.
Cheng Shixu smiled bitterly, put down the magazine, and opened the page, which was the last page of "The Cliff".
"For the people, for the people, you have really set a standard for us that cannot be surpassed!"
(End of this chapter)
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