Chapter 112 Mom, I pick up garbage to support you14

"Oh, so Yueyue's story is really going to be in the newspaper?"

"When? Next Monday, that's very soon."

"Our village is going to have a great writer!"

"That's right, it will bring honor to our village. Yueyue, auntie will make dumplings tonight and send you a bowl then."

With Yao Rong's promotion, everyone in the village knew that Jiang Fanyue's article would be published in "Changjin Weekly" next Monday.

Jiang Fanyue was embarrassed by their praise and hid behind Yao Rong to eat. However, her ears were raised involuntarily, listening to Yao Rong and the villagers continue to say: "The editor also said in the letter that their publishing house will soon launch a "Fairy Tale Monthly". If Yueyue writes other works, she can directly submit them to the "Fairy Tale Monthly".

"What, can it continue to be published in the newspaper?"

Even though Jiang Fanyue said that her second work had not been written yet, everyone was still shocked.

My goodness, she has the opportunity to be published in the newspapers one after another at such a young age. What will happen when she grows up?

"Yueyue, when the newspaper comes out next Monday, read us your story so that uncle can learn more."

"Yes, and there's also our naughty kid. I have to let him learn from you."

"The editors at the publishing house are all cultured people with good vision. They will definitely like your second work."

Some people feel pressured when they are expected by others.

But Jiang Fanyue doesn't feel that way at all.

A child who has never been expected of anything will suddenly receive blessings from so many people. He will only be full of motivation and can't wait to finish writing "Wishing Mirror" the next day.

Of course, this is unrealistic.

Jiang Fanyue wrote for several days and only wrote the first few thousand words.

Unlike the short story "Grandpa Big Tree", "Wishing Mirror" is a novella, mainly composed of six short stories.

The protagonists of each short story have different life experiences, but the same thing is that they are all disgusted with something they have, and they are thinking in their hearts: Will my life be better without that thing?

Then one day, they met a wishing mirror, and through the wishing mirror, they threw away that thing...

At night, Jiang Fanyue was busy writing an article, and Yao Rong, wearing a cotton coat, sat opposite her and looked through the outline she wrote.

If "Grandpa Big Tree" is about the last farewell of life, then "Wishing Mirror" is about how to accept yourself and how to reconcile with yourself. If

this question is given to adults to answer, they may have to talk about it for a long time. It

is just right to give it to children to answer.

Because children's thinking is more unrestrained.

Because children understand children better.

"It's time to go to bed." Yao Rong urged Jiang Fanyue.

"Wait until I finish this paragraph."

Jiang Fanyue kept writing until she wrote a period at the end of this paragraph, then she put down her pen and ran outside to wash up.

After washing up, Jiang Fanyue was about to turn off the kerosene lamp when Yao Rong handed her a box of moisturizer and a box of lip balm.

She bought them in the market this morning, and the texture is very suitable for children.

"The weather is getting colder and colder. Remember to apply a little on your hands and face every day to prevent dry skin."

Jiang Fanyue took it happily, twisted the cap off the bottle, and a fresh fragrance hit her nose.

"I saw Ruirui and Miaomiao using it last time. Their faces were smooth after using it."

Jiang Fanyue applied some on her face with her hands, with some novelty in her eyes.

This was her first time using moisturizer.

"It's really smooth after applying it." Jiang Fanyue handed the lotion to Yao Rong, "Mom also uses it."

Yao Rong took out her own lotion and followed Jiang Fanyue to apply it: "I have a bottle too."

Jiang Fanyue took out the remittance slip from her pocket and wanted to hand over the royalties she earned to Yao Rong.

Yao Rong didn't take it and let her keep it herself: "I'll open a bank account for you, and your royalties will be kept in it in the future. You can spend money within 20 yuan at your own discretion, and you have to tell me before you spend money over 20 yuan. What do you think?"

Jiang Fanyue is not an ordinary child.

She is more sensitive and sensible than her peers.

Children who have experienced such hardships are often more cautious in spending money. Yao Rong is not afraid of her extravagance, but hopes to cultivate her consumption concept and financial management awareness.

Jiang Fanyue thought about it and nodded, "Okay."

She used to be full of urgency about making money because she hoped that she could supplement the family income as soon as possible and improve the living conditions of her family.

Now, the living conditions of the family have gradually improved, and the family does not need her little bit of royalties.

Since her mother is unwilling to accept the twenty yuan, she will use it to buy a gift for her mother.

Jiang Fanyue was thinking about what to give Yao Rong, and Yao Rong beside her said, "Yueyue, are you ready to go to school?"

The autumn vacation is the longest vacation in the year, lasting for fifty days.

During these fifty days, Yao Rong's business gradually got on track, and Jiang Fanyue also returned to campus life.

"School starts next Monday. I'm already reviewing the textbooks from last semester."

Yao Rong said, "Then let's go to the city tomorrow to open a bank account for you. It just so happens that the factory also needs to open one."

The bank Yao Rong chose was the largest state-owned bank in the city.

However, compared with thirty years later, the bank was not very lively, and the number of staff was even greater than the number of customers who came to save money.

Hearing that Yao Rong was here to help the factory open an account, the bank teller entertained her very warmly.

After opening the account, Yao Rong and Jiang Fanyue went to the post office to exchange the twenty-yuan remittance slip.

After getting the money, Jiang Fanyue said happily: "Mom, I'll treat you to lunch."

"Then I won't be polite."

Jiang Fanyue waved her hand and said generously: "Don't be polite to me."

She took Yao Rong to a nearby small restaurant and ordered two meat dishes and a soup.

After paying the bill, Jiang Fanyue still had 12 yuan left in her hand. She held the money and asked Yao Rong to wait for her in the restaurant for a while.

Yao Rong asked, "Can you come back in half an hour?"

"Sure."

"Then go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

With Yao Rong's permission, Jiang Fanyue left with the money in her hand, walked towards the department store not far away, and went straight to a comb store. She said to the salesperson, "Hello, sister, I want to buy a comb for my mother, but I only have 12 yuan left. Can you recommend one for me?"

She said her needs right away, and the salesperson directly recommended two products that met her requirements.

Jiang Fanyue chose a natural wood comb and asked the salesperson to wrap it for her.

Carrying the wrapped comb, Jiang Fanyue returned to the small restaurant and gave the gift to Yao Rong: "Mom's comb teeth have broken, so it's just right to replace it with a new one."

Yao Rong held the gift with a faint smile on her face.

She found that many times, children know how to express love better than adults.

They will observe adults silently, and then suddenly give surprises when adults don't notice.

Time flies, and it's the day to go back to school.

Jiang Fanyue got up early and cooked an egg for herself.

After eating the egg, she returned to the room and found that Yao Rong had woken up and was standing by the bed helping her match clothes.

"Mom, did I wake you up?" Jiang Fanyue asked.

"No, I usually get up at this time." Yao Rong pointed at the clothes on the bed, "Wear this today, it's energetic."

The clothes Yao Rong picked for Jiang Fanyue were new styles from the south.

The cotton coat was off-white, with a circle of velvet sewn on the wide brim of the hat, and the pants were black, with a circle of velvet sewn on the cuffs.

Even the hair tie that Jiang Fanyue used to tie her hair was decorated with velvet.

Jiang Fanyue changed her clothes and stood in front of the only mirror in the room, looking left and right: "I look so warm."

Yao Rong laughed: "You obviously look very cute." She handed her the new schoolbag she had sewn and said, "Go to school."

Jiang Fanyue put on the schoolbag and ran out briskly. When she reached the door, she turned around and waved to her vigorously: "Goodbye, Mom. Remember to buy me a copy of Changjin Weekly."

The wind was cold and the morning light penetrated the dust and fell on her soft long hair, as if a layer of flowing light was coated on the ends of her hair.

At this moment, she is like a budding Gesang flower, taking root and sprouting from the severe cold of the plateau, growing unyieldingly under the watering of the scorching sun and strong wind, stubborn and tough, beautiful and pure, turning all setbacks into nutrients for growth, just to bloom the most brilliant flowers one day.

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The morning self-study at Jixiang Middle School starts at eight o'clock.

Around seven forty, most of the students living in the town have arrived at the school.

There are a total of twenty-nine students in the first class of the first grade, and only a few of them live in the town.

Yao Liangcai is one of them.

When these people arrived in the classroom, they did not start reading and studying, but gathered in groups of three or two to chat.

They have only been classmates for half a semester, and there are not many common topics. As they chatted, the topic turned to Jiang Fanyue.

They hadn't seen Jiang Fanyue for more than a month, and they kept talking about Jiang Fanyue's past.

How she wrote strange stories, looked at people with strange eyes, hunched over all day, and picked up trash for a dime or two. Even if others gossiped about her in front of her, she didn't know how to resist...

After talking for a long time, one of them bumped Yao Liangcai's arm: "Hey, hey, hey, why haven't you said anything?"

"That's right, when we discussed this topic before, you were the most active."

"You and Jiang Fanyue used to be from the same village. Have you seen her during this period?"

It would have been fine if they didn't mention Jiang Fanyue. As soon as Jiang Fanyue was mentioned, Yao Liangcai remembered the scene of him being pinned to the ground and beaten by Jiang Fanyue.

He shuddered with fear and shook his head, saying, "Can't you change the topic? Why not talk about study? By the way, where did the math teacher teach last semester?"

Several classmates: "???"

A person who only scored a dozen points in Chinese and math, and didn't even know where the teacher taught, suddenly said he wanted to talk about study.

Something is wrong.

It's so wrong.

Regardless of what they thought, Yao Liangcai lowered his head to look at the blank math textbook, closed it silently, and lay down to sleep.

Not long after, other children who lived in the countryside also came to the classroom one after another.

The classroom became more and more lively.

Until -

as if they had seen something strange, the classmates closest to the teacher's front door opened their mouths wide and stared at the newcomers with stupid eyes.

The students who were farther away from the door thought that the teacher was coming, and pretended to open the textbook. After several seconds, they quietly raised their eyes, and then they also showed shock.

Even Yao Liangcai, who had met Jiang Fanyue half a month ago, was stunned.

At this moment, all the students in the class were thinking: Who is this person? Jiang Fanyue? Really?

It’s not their fault that they reacted exaggeratedly, because the difference between before and after was a bit big.

Jiang Fanyue used to be the child with the worst family background in the class.

The influence brought by this kind of poverty in her original family is not only reflected in her food, clothing and daily expenses, but also in her behavior.

She was submissive, dodging her eyes, and never straightened her back. Even when she spoke, she was three points less confident than others.

But now, she has less timidity between her brows, her back is straight, and her steps have become brisk.

It's as if someone bound by poverty has finally removed the shackles on his body, or like a dusty jewel, finally shaking off the dust all over his body, revealing his sharpness and luster.

The classmate bumped Yao Liangcai's arm and lowered his voice: "Has Jiang Fanyue's family made a fortune?"

Compared with boys, girls are more concerned about Jiang Fanyue's clothes: "The clothes she wears are so beautiful, they must be very expensive."

Jiang Fanyue walked through the aisle between the tables and chairs, came to her seat, wiped the tables and chairs with a tissue, then took off her schoolbag and stuffed it into the drawer, and took out textbooks and pens and paper from the bag.

The sound of discussion reached her ears, but she did not look at the people around her, but just silently reviewed the contents of the textbook.

Soon, the morning reading bell rang, and the Chinese teacher Xu Kangtai walked in from the front door.

The children in the village middle school all dressed in a simple style, and the colors of their clothes were mostly dark colors that were resistant to dirt. Jiang Fanyue's off-white cotton coat was particularly conspicuous in the gray classroom.

Xu Kangtai stared at it for a long time and almost didn't recognize who it was.

He walked around the classroom and went to the office.

At this time, the mathematics teacher of Class 1, Grade 1 was sitting in his seat flipping through the newspaper. Seeing Xu Kangtai walk in, he smiled and greeted Xu Kangtai.

Xu Kangtai asked: "Is it the Chang Jin Weekly that has been delivered?"

Their school subscribes to the Chang Jin Weekly on an annual basis, and today is the day when the new issue of the Chang Jin Weekly comes out.

The other party said: "Yes, I'll give you half, do you want it?"

Xu Kangtai nodded, took the newspaper, and opened the lid of the thermos cup: "I haven't read a newspaper in the past two months."

When Xu Kangtai reads the newspaper, he mainly scans the news headlines first. If he is interested, he will read a few more times, and if he is not interested, he will skip it directly.

After reading the first page of the newspaper, Xu Kangtai turned to the second page.

The first thing that caught his eye was the big black headline - "Grandpa Dashu left in winter."

Xu Kangtai was not interested in this title at all, so he skipped it and read on.

"Oh, by the way, Old Xu." The math teacher suddenly remembered something, "There is an article on the second page of the newspaper, and the author's name is Jiang Fanyue. Isn't there a female classmate named Jiang Fanyue in Class 1? This name doesn't seem very common. You are her Chinese teacher. Can you see if it is possible that she wrote it, or is it just a coincidence of names?"

Xu Kangtai was stunned and said subconsciously: "That's impossible."

He has submitted several manuscripts to Changjin Weekly in recent years, and each time he was full of confidence, but each time the manuscript was rejected by the other party, which shows how difficult it is to get on this newspaper.

No matter how good the writing of a first-year junior high school student is, can it be better than that of him as a Chinese teacher? His

reading experience and academic qualifications are there.

And he remembered that Jiang Fanyue's Chinese performance was not outstanding, and his composition had never been selected as a model essay.

"It's hard to say, I feel the author of that article should not be very old."