Chapter 124 Mom, I pick up garbage to raise you. 26

The setting sun poured down from the distant sky.

The bus stopped at the gate of the No. 1 Middle School in the city. Jiang Fanyue got off the bus, crossed the road, turned into the alley, walked forward a hundred steps, and entered the community.

In the past few years, Yao Rong's assets have been considerable, and she owns many properties in the city, but in order to make it convenient for Jiang Fanyue to go to school, the mother and daughter still live in this small but warmly decorated small house.

The key was just inserted into the keyhole, and before Jiang Fanyue had time to twist it, the door was opened from the inside.

Yao Rong held the door handle and stood inside the door.

"You're back?"

She was still wearing a women's suit, with her long, smooth hair tied up. She looked neat and tidy. It was obvious that she had just returned home and had not had time to change into a set of daily clothes.

Jiang Fanyue walked into the living room and squatted at the entrance to change her shoes.

Yao Rong went into the room to change clothes and asked Jiang Fanyue: "Auntie has something to do at home tonight, but she can come to cook dinner and we can eat together, okay?"

Jiang Fanyue said yes, and followed Yao Rong into the kitchen like a little tail, watching her put on an apron, wash the pot and collect water.

"I met my cousin's family today."

The sound of the water from the faucet was a bit loud, and Yao Rong was stunned for a moment before she realized what Jiang Fanyue said.

"Did they return to the village?"

"They just arrived at noon today. I chatted with them for a while. The village chief asked me to remember to tell you."

Yao Rong paused while washing the pot, turned around and glanced at Jiang Fanyue, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said calmly: "Guessed it?"

She did not do anything secretive about sending the letter.

As long as Jiang Fanyue met Yao Nian's family, with Jiang Fanyue's sharpness and intelligence, it would not be difficult to guess her role in it.

Sure enough, Jiang Fanyue said: "I went to the post office on the way back."

Yao Rong smiled: "It seems that you know everything. I don't need to bother Xiaoshan to send packages in the future."

Jiang Fanyue also smiled, rolled up her sleeves, and helped Yao Rong deal with vegetables and eggs.

As the cold water flowed over her palms, Jiang Fanyue felt that this truth was somewhat unexpected, but also completely reasonable.

She was blinded by joy, so she never thought deeply about it -

how could a relative who had not been in contact for more than ten years suddenly write to her and keep in regular contact with her for four consecutive years?

In this world, the only person who is willing to spend so much time on her unconditionally is her mother.

***

After dinner, Yao Rong and Jiang Fanyue went downstairs for a walk.

Jiang Fanyue casually asked about the trade fair: "Has it been decided?"

Yao Rong said: "Not yet."

In fact, the process of the trade fair is not complicated.

However, the leaders of Changjin City hope to use the trade fair as an opportunity to successfully promote the reputation of the "Toy Capital" abroad and attract foreign investment, so there are many details involved.

A yellow stray cat emerged from the bushes and quickly disappeared from Jiang Fanyue's sight.

Jiang Fanyue pursed her lips and asked Yao Rong about Yao Nian's family.

In these years, Yao Rong never told Jiang Fanyue what happened that year. Jiang Fanyue could only piece together the general situation from the gossip of the villagers.

But many of the details in it can only be explained clearly by Yao Rong, who is the person involved.

Yao Rong did not hide it from Jiang Fanyue anymore.

This child's heart is strong enough to face everything that happened that year.

So Yao Rong told what happened that year in a lighthearted tone.

After her ex-husband Jiang You abandoned his wife and daughter, her father died of a heart disease. She had no savings and lived with Jiang Fanyue, who had just turned one month old, in her mother's house, relying on her mother's house for food and drink. As

time went by, Yao Nian and his sister-in-law Zhou Xiu began to have doubts in their hearts and came up with the idea of ​​sending Jiang Fanyue away and letting her remarry.

After her mother died unexpectedly, Yao Nian's family left for more than ten years without any news.

However, when she was having a hard time, Yao Nian and his sister-in-law Zhou Xiu did not stand idly by.

They helped her renovate the house, helped her make the waste cart, and left her the bicycle used by the team leader...

Before they left the village, they also left her money and food.

This money and food helped her get through the most difficult winter.

...

It seems that many things cannot be simply judged as right or wrong.

Especially between relatives.

The original body did not hate Yao Nian's family, but would no longer be open-hearted for Yao Nian's family. Yao Rong continued the original body's emotions, but her attitude could not determine Jiang Fanyue's attitude.

So after saying all this without any personal emotions, Yao Rong asked Jiang Fanyue: "Yueyue, what do you think? Do you hate your uncle's family?"

Jiang Fanyue held Yao Rong's hand and looked down at the shadows of the two people stretched by the moonlight: "Of course not."

Although he already knew that Yao Rong had been writing letters to him in the name of Yao Nian's family for the past four years, Jiang Fanyue still had a great liking for Yao Nian's family because of this incident.

Even after hearing about what happened more than ten years ago, it is difficult for these good feelings to be completely replaced by disgust.

Jiang Fanyue thought for a moment and said, "I think that I should treat my uncle's family as ordinary relatives in the future."

Have a reunion dinner together during the Chinese New Year, and go to the graves of the elderly together during the Qingming Festival.

If there is really a big hurdle that cannot be overcome, lend a little help.

As for the rest, it depends on how we get along in the future.

Yao Rong smiled and said, "I have the same attitude."

As the night deepened, the mother and daughter went home.

When they were about to go back downstairs, Jiang Fanyue suddenly looked up and stared into Yao Rong's eyes: "Many times, I wondered if Mom's life would be better without me."

Their life now is very happy, as happy as if they were in a fairy tale world, but Jiang Fanyue has not forgotten how painful her mother's life was before.

Yao Rong held Jiang Fanyue's hand tightly.

"Giving birth to you and raising you alone were all my own choices."

"Whether the result is good or bad, it should be borne by me. It has nothing to do with you."

***

Yao Nian's family's thoughts are similar to Jiang Fanyue's.

Yao Rong is still busy with the trade fair and has not been able to go back to the village for several days. These few days are enough for Yao Nian's family to understand what happened to Yao Rong and Jiang Fanyue.

Yao Fugui was shocked and ecstatic about this.

After all, his own aunt and cousin are so powerful, and he is honored.

After being shocked, Yao Nian and Zhou Xiu felt a little embarrassed.

After the couple communicated, they reached a consensus -

since they chose to leave their hometown when Yao Rong was in the most difficult time, now that Yao Rong has become successful, they cannot shamelessly take advantage of him.

The couple were originally honest people. Although they acted selfishly back then, it is normal for people to have some selfishness.

In order to prevent Yao Fugui from having any improper thoughts, the couple also told Yao Fugui in detail about what happened back then.

After hearing this, Yao Fugui's face fell: "I like my cousin very much."

The little girl smiled at him as soon as she saw him.

Who can bear this?

Yao Nian warned: "If you get along with your cousin, it's okay to have more contact with her in the future."

"But don't think about taking advantage of your aunt. Your aunt doesn't owe us anything."

Yao Fugui waved his hands and said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, don't worry, don't you know what kind of person your son is?"

Yao Nian glanced at him: "Who are you?"

Yao Fugui said righteously: "I am content with a small fortune. I would be anxious if I have too much money."

Yao Nian: "..."

Yao Nian wanted to hit his son with a stick!

Don't think he can't hear that he has no ambitions in such a tactful way!

Perhaps because they reached a consensus in advance, the two families met peacefully, without deliberate enthusiasm or deliberate indifference. They sat together for a meal and talked about their lives in the past ten years.

During the meal, Yao Rong asked about their future plans.

Yao Nian and Zhou Xiu are in the interior decoration business in Shenzhen. They have talked with Miaomiao's father these days and plan to join his construction team and work hard with him in the future.

As for Yao Fugui, he plans to learn a skill.

These days, skills are very popular.

Yao Fugui shamelessly asked Yao Rong: "Aunt, you have a good eye. Which skill do you think has the most promising future?"

With such a powerful relative at home, a little advice from the relative would be enough for him to benefit endlessly.

Zhou Xiu pinched Yao Fugui hard.

Yao Fugui grimaced in pain.

Yao Rong pretended not to see their little tricks, thought for a moment, and gave Yao Fugui some very pertinent suggestions.

Yao Fugui's eyes sparkled, and he nodded repeatedly, obviously taking Yao Rong's words to heart.

"Oh, right." Yao Fugui remembered something, and quickly handed the bag beside him to Jiang Fanyue, nervously and awkwardly saying, "Cousin, this is the gift I prepared for you..."

Worried that Jiang Fanyue would not like this gift, Yao Fugui quickly added, "I know you are well-informed and will not lack toys, but I really don't know what to give you. Don't be disgusted."

Jiang Fanyue lowered her eyes.

Through the half-opened bag, she could clearly see the Barbie doll box inside the bag.

Time seemed to overlap at this moment.

At that time, Yao Rong gave Jiang Fanyue a Barbie doll box in the name of Yao Fugui.

Yao Fugui now also chose to give Jiang Fanyue a Barbie doll box set.

Jiang Fanyue's emotions became complicated for a moment.

But soon, Jiang Fanyue smiled again.

Even though she no longer lacked love from others, it was really nice to have a brother.

So Jiang Fanyue reached out and took the gift from Yao Fugui, her eyes slightly curved: "Thank you, cousin, I like this gift very much."

"I'm younger than you, so I won't prepare a gift for you, but I'll treat you to dinner next time you come to the city."

Yao Fugui was so happy that he said: "Then it's settled, I have a good appetite, don't complain that I eat too much." Seeing the

interaction between the two, Yao Rong nodded secretly.

When Yao Nian and his friends heard that they were going to buy a house in the town, Yao Rong also made recommendations for them.

She even recommended some properties in the city to them, saying that if they bought these properties now, they would definitely make a profit in the next ten years.

Of course, whether Yao Nian and his friends wanted to buy them and whether they had the savings to buy them was up to them.

She was just providing a reference.

After dinner, Yao Rong and Jiang Fanyue stood up to say goodbye.

Yao Nian opened his mouth, and under Zhou Xiu's eyes, he said in a harsh voice: "...Arong, let's go to sweep the graves for my parents in a few days."

Yao Rong said: "Okay, how about the day after tomorrow? I just happen to have nothing to do that day."

Yao Nian was overjoyed and said repeatedly: "No problem, no problem, you are busy, we will prepare the things for sweeping the graves, you and Yueyue just remember to come when the time comes."

After sweeping the graves, Yao Nian's family settled down completely in Jixiang Town.

Yao Rong also put his energy back into the trade fair. At the end

of October, the trade fair was successfully launched.

All large-scale toy factories in Changjin City have their own exhibition halls, where they can bring their own designed and produced toys to exhibit.

Among all toy factories, the most eye-catching one is undoubtedly the fairy tale world.

Hundreds of merchants from 16 countries were impressed by the toys displayed by the Fairyland Factory.

After the seven-day trade fair, the Fairyland Factory successfully signed more than 20 orders, successfully opened up the channel of international trade, and sold its toys overseas.

At the end of December, Lu Junhao rode his bicycle to Jiang Fanyue's house as usual, delivered readers' letters to Jiang Fanyue, collected Jiang Fanyue's manuscripts, and discussed with Jiang Fanyue about writing a third anniversary extra chapter.

Yes, from December 1991 to December 1994, "The Dancing Elephant" had been serialized in the newspaper for three years.

This is the longest and most stable work serialized in "Fairy Tale Monthly".

One issue of the newspaper per month, each issue of the newspaper is updated with 30,000 words.

Even when Jiang Fanyue was taking the high school entrance examination, he did not fail.

Taking advantage of the continuous publication of "The Dancing Elephant", "Fairy Tale Monthly" appeared in newsstands in major provinces and cities, and continued to seize market share, becoming the most popular fairy tale newspaper in the country.

Today, "The Dancing Elephant" has been completely tied to "Fairy Tale Monthly", and the work and the newspaper have achieved mutual success.

Of course, Jiang Fanyue did not only write this work in the past two years.

Her life is very regular.

This regularity does not burden her with the monthly update of 30,000 words. Instead, she can take out enough time to think and serialize other works in the newspaper at the same time.

So in addition to "The Wishing Mirror" and "The Dancing Elephant", Jiang Fanyue has published three novellas and two collections of short fairy tales in recent years.

The author speaks through his works.

With these works, Jiang Fanyue is no longer a new author who has just started out, and her royalties have also risen sharply.

***

As the snow in Changjin City became thicker and thicker, time quietly entered 1995.

Riding on the momentum of the trade fair, the turnover of the Fairy Tale World Factory has increased significantly in the past year.

In order to expand the business and reduce transportation costs, Yao Rong decided to open a branch factory in the south.

This branch factory is responsible for the production of toys sold abroad and some southern regions.

In this way, the location of this factory is particularly important.

Yao Rong's people held several meetings, but still could not reach a unified opinion. Therefore, Yao Rong decided to go to the south in person for a field investigation.

Back home, Yao Rong asked Jiang Fanyue if he wanted to go with her.

The time spent on the way back and forth, plus the time spent on the field investigation, added up to at least a month, she estimated that she would have to spend the Spring Festival away from home.

So Yao Rong was worried about Jiang Fanyue staying at home alone.

Besides, the development in the south is changing with each passing day, and it would be nice to take Jiang Fanyue to take a walk and see, and expand her knowledge.

Jiang Fanyue was really moved after hearing this: "I have wanted to go to the south for a long time, but if I go with you, will it delay your work?"

Yao Rong said: "No. If I don't have time, I will let my assistant accompany you around."

Jiang Fanyue was relieved.

Two days later, Yao Rong, Jiang Fanyue, and the assistant, a total of six people, took a train to the south.

Their first destination was Shenzhen.

Some employees had already arrived in Shenzhen in advance and drove to the train station to pick up Yao Rong and his friends to go back to the hotel to rest. They also reported to Yao Rong all the news they had learned in the past few days.

Yao Rong looked through the documents and asked questions.

Jiang Fanyue put his hands on the car window and looked closely at both sides of the road.

Cars are still a luxury item used by a few people in Changjin City, but they can be seen everywhere in Shenzhen.

This extremely modern and inclusive city was originally just a shabby fishing village, so it is regarded as a city that rose overnight.

When they arrived at the hotel, Yao Rong immediately took people to a meeting.

Jiang Fanyue stood by the window, overlooking the entire city, listening to Yao Rong and his friends' discussion, and felt that he had a deeper understanding of the city of Shenzhen.

The meeting ended and the other employees went back to rest.

Only Yao Rong and her daughter were left in the room.

Yao Rong walked to Jiang Fanyue's side and accompanied her to watch the busy traffic and the constant flow of people below.

"Mom, do you think Changjin City will become as prosperous as Shenzhen City one day?" Jiang Fanyue asked.

Yao Rong shook her head: "No. But what is certain is that Changjin City will definitely develop better and better."

The two chatted for a while, then went downstairs to eat and strolled around the city.

In order to prevent Jiang Fanyue from being bored, Yao Rong asked her assistant to take Jiang Fanyue out to play in the next few days.

Jiang Fanyue did not refuse, she really wanted to see more of this city.

Five days later, Yao Rong and her group took the train again and went to another coastal city. After a

full half month of investigation, the trip came to an end.

On the way back, Jiang Fanyue leaned over the train table, recording her experiences and thoughts along the way.

The sun was warm outside the window, Yao Rong raised her chin and watched Jiang Fanyue writing seriously.

In this world, there is never a shortage of talented people.

If you want to make full use of your talent, you must have the diligence that matches your talent.

There is no doubt that Jiang Fanyue is very self-disciplined.

Even when she was traveling outside, she did not delay her daily reading and writing.

Jiang Fanyue wrote for a long time before she finally finished this 3,000-word experience.

She put down the signature pen and did a set of finger exercises to exercise her joints as usual.

Yao Rong put down the newspaper in her hand and asked gently, "Can I take a look?"

Jiang Fanyue handed the article over and said embarrassedly, "Actually, there are many viewpoints in it, all of which I heard from my mother."

She didn't understand the economic situation and national policies, but she was very good at listening to other people's discussions and extracting her own views from them.

So this article was well written and didn't seem to be written by a 15 or 16-year-old girl at all.

After reading it, Yao Rong asked Jiang Fanyue for her opinion, and then handed the article to her secretary: "Take a look."

The secretary took the article and was a little careless at first, but slowly, her expression became serious.

After staying with Yao Rong for a long time, the secretary also knew Jiang Fanyue's situation——

At a young age, she has written many best-selling fairy tales and has a reputation that is completely inconsistent with her age.

However, the theme of fairy tales is destined to rely more on imagination rather than being rooted in reality.

So the secretary did not expect Jiang Fanyue to be able to write articles that are so closely connected with real events.

Even if, as Jiang Fanyue herself said, many of her views were learned from Yao Rong, it is not an easy task to integrate the views and express them in her own words.

The secretary said half sincerely and half flatteringly: "I often read financial newspapers. The level of this article is enough to submit it to the Economic News."

Jiang Fanyue smiled, but did not take it too seriously.

She knew in her heart that the style and structure of this article were not rigorous. It was more like a travel note and was not at the level of being published in a newspaper.

But she had never thought of publishing it in a newspaper.

It was just a simple record for easy review in the future.

She had many similar records.

Because in these years, whenever she was free, her mother would take her to many meetings to broaden her horizons and increase her knowledge.

After resting for a while, and seeing that there was still some time before the sun set, Jiang Fanyue took out another notebook and began to write "The Dancing Elephant".

Everyone sitting next to her unconsciously slowed down their movements for fear of disturbing her creation.

***

In March, the Fairy Tale World branch factory was established in Shenzhen.

Zhao Zong was appointed as the director of the branch factory and went to Shenzhen with his newlywed wife.

At the end of the same month, the sixth part of "The Dancing Elephant" was officially released.

Sun Taotao is now in the third grade.

After school in the afternoon, he and several classmates came to the bookstore.

As soon as they entered the bookstore, they saw a big poster, which clearly stated:

[Genius girl writer, well-known domestic fairy tale writer Jiang Fanyue's new work is published, "The Dancing Elephant" 6th part roams the forest, continuing the forest adventure of the little elephant Yiyi]

Sun Taotao stared at the poster for a long time, ran to the cashier, pointed at the poster and asked the cashier: "Hello, can you give me two posters?"

The cashier directly took out two posters and handed them to him.

Sun Taotao was satisfied, carefully rolled up the poster, and went up to the second floor with his classmates.

The collection of books on the second floor is much richer than that on the first floor.

In the most conspicuous position on the second floor, several people saw the sixth volume of "The Dancing Little Elephant" placed there in a pile.

A classmate said: "After waiting for a long time, the sixth volume is finally published. I have prepared pocket money a long time ago."

Sun Taotao came forward and picked up five books at random: "I heard that it was delayed a little bit in order to prepare gifts for the third anniversary of the serialization of "The Little Elephant". It should have been released in January."

Under Sun Taotao's vigorous promotion, the classmates who have a good relationship with him are almost all loyal readers of Jiang Fanyue. They came to the bookstore this time, of course, to buy books.

To say almost, it was because of a girl named Xiaomei who didn't like reading fairy tales.

She followed Sun Taotao and others to the bookstore this time to buy novels by other authors.

While Sun Taotao and the others were looking at "The Dancing Elephant", Xiaomei wandered around the bookshelf for a long time before finally finding the book she wanted on the bottom shelf.

"Xiaomei, have you chosen?" Sun Taotao turned around and saw Xiaomei walking towards him with a book in her arms. Xiaomei

shook the book in her hand: "Yes."

"Please Keep Me", whose book is this? Song Zhizhi? I haven't heard of her." A classmate asked.

Xiaomei showed the words on the cover of the book: "Song Zhizhi is amazing, you see, she is also known as a talented young writer."

"Wow, another talented young writer? How old was she when she published her book?"

Xiaomei: "Fourteen years old, one year older than Jiang Fanyue."

"Then she is definitely not as amazing as Jiang Fanyue."

Xiaomei glared: "They are not of the same type, how can they be compared together."

"You are right, one writes fairy tales and the other writes prose."

Xiaomei was satisfied and introduced: "I have read an interview with Sister Song Zhizhi. I heard that her mother is the editor-in-chief of a newspaper and has paid great attention to her cultivation since she was a child. Under the influence of her mother, she developed a strong interest in literature. She started writing poems at the age of eight, published her own articles in newspapers at the age of ten, and started publishing at the age of fourteen. Her grades in school were also very good..."

Sun Taotao stood by and smiled without saying anything.

It sounds like this author named Song Zhizhi is really amazing.

But still not as amazing as Sister Yueyue.

Sister Yueyue didn't rely on her family's profound knowledge to get to this point.

Sun Taotao remembered something and asked curiously, "By the way, how old is Song Zhizhi this year?"

Xiaomei tried to recall, "She seems to be in the first year of high school, the same age as Jiang Fanyue."

"What a coincidence." Sun Taotao sighed.

Although Sun Taotao was full of confidence in Jiang Fanyue, he couldn't help but feel a little curious in his heart -

both were called talented young writers, and they happened to be the same age. If the two competed on the same stage, what kind of sparks would they collide with in the end?

In the evening, when Sun Taotao wrote a letter to Jiang Fanyue, he casually wrote his curiosity into the letter.

When Jiang Fanyue received the letter, it was already early March.

"Song Zhizhi?"

Yao Rong was tending to the flowers she raised. When she heard Jiang Fanyue's voice, she put down the water bottle and asked inquiringly.

Jiang Fanyue shook the letter in her hand: "Tao Tao mentioned this writer in the letter."

"I heard that she is the same age as me and is also known as a talented young writer."

For some reason, Jiang Fanyue was a little too concerned about this name. She stared at the letter paper and read it back and forth several times until Yao Rong's voice rang in her ears: "She is definitely not as good as you."

Jiang Fanyue looked at Yao Rong.

"We often go to the bookstore to buy books, but we have never heard of her name. So she is definitely not as good as you." Yao Rong repeated it again.

Jiang Fanyue's concern for this name disappeared instantly.

The faint injustice seemed to be smoothed out by Yao Rong's words.

Song Zhizhi had been familiar with Jiang Fanyue's name two years ago, compared to the first time Jiang Fanyue heard of Song Zhizhi's name through letters.

After all, when Song Zhizhi still needed her mother's guidance to ensure that her articles were successfully published, Jiang Fanyue could already take on the responsibility of a newspaper alone.

At this moment, Song Zhizhi was sitting at the desk, flipping through the newly published "Fairy Tale Monthly".

Influenced by her mother, Song Zhizhi did not like to read fairy tales, but liked to read some serious literature.

But after knowing the existence of Jiang Fanyue, Song Zhizhi would buy a copy of "Fairy Tale Monthly" every month, and silently follow Jiang Fanyue, her competitor, behind the scenes.

If you are a career fan like Sun Taotao, you will gain great happiness by continuing to follow Jiang Fanyue.

But if you regard Jiang Fanyue as an opponent and continue to follow Jiang Fanyue, you will feel great psychological pressure.

——Because both Jiang Fanyue's writing level and the popularity of his works are constantly improving.

Originally, Song Zhizhi could clearly see the gap between the two, and felt that if she worked a little harder, she could catch up with Jiang Fanyue and drive side by side with Jiang Fanyue.

But after two years, even though Song Zhizhi was constantly improving, the gap between the two was still getting bigger and bigger.

Song's mother walked in with cut fruit.

Song Zhizhi put down the newspaper, ate fruit, and chatted with Song's mother.

The mother and daughter first talked about the sales of Song Zhizhi's novel, and then the topic unconsciously fell on Jiang Fanyue.

Song Zhizhi sighed: "I am still a new writer, and she is already a well-known fairy tale writer."

Song's mother knew that her daughter was a strong-willed person, so she comforted her: "There are many amazing people, as long as you keep improving, don't compare yourself with others in everything."

Song Zhizhi held her chin with both hands, stuffed a piece of cut mango into her mouth, and said depressedly: "I thought I had worked hard enough and improved fast enough, but every time I went to see Jiang Fanyue, I found that someone worked harder than me and improved faster than me."

Jealous?

There was definitely some jealousy at the beginning.

But later, I could only say that I was convinced.

Mother Song suddenly remembered something: "Recently, the National Writers Association seems to be planning to hold a youth literary creation competition."

Song Zhizhi's eyes lit up: "If it is hosted by the National Writers Association, the scale must be very large. I wonder if Jiang Fanyue will participate."

Mother Song looked at her: "If she participates, you can compete with her on the same stage, right?"

Song Zhizhi hugged Mother Song's arm: "Yes, although I am very convinced of Jiang Fanyue's ability, maybe the topic set by the organizer happens to be what I am good at, and then I successfully beat her... As long as it is a competition, it will be full of uncertainty, not just looking at the strength on paper..."

She even began to worry about Jiang Fanyue. Pan Yue’s style problem: “However, the judges of the Writers Association probably won’t appreciate the fairy tale genre too much, but prefer the prose genre. I wonder if she can handle other styles…”

Mother Song was annoyed by her noise and silently changed the subject: “Uncle Jiang You wants you to tutor his son in Chinese, are you willing?”

Song Zhizhi couldn’t remember who this was for a moment, and it was only after Mother Song’s reminder that she suddenly realized: “The one who lives in the same residential area as our family, I don’t want it. I don’t like their family.”

Mother Song patted Song Zhizhi’s hand: “I don’t like their family either. But he told me that we are colleagues, and we will meet each other sooner or later, so it’s okay as long as we can save face.”

***

In early July, the cicadas’ chirping became stronger.

Starting this year, the wheat and autumn holidays in various parts of the country have been cancelled one after another.

From then on, the long holidays for students across the country changed from wheat and autumn holidays to summer and winter holidays.

So Jiang Fanyue had a long summer vacation as soon as her final exams were over.

She was chatting with Yao Rong about what to do during the summer vacation when Lu Junhao came over.

"Brother Lu, sit down and eat some fruit. It's hot outside." Jiang Fanyue greeted him and handed the manuscript to Lu Junhao.

Lu Junhao opened it and took a look, and praised: "Yueyue's handwriting is getting more and more pleasing to the eye."

In the past, Jiang Fanyue's handwriting could only be neat and straight.

But now, the style of the pen can be seen between the lines.

Jiang Fanyue said modestly, "The more you write, the better it will be."

Lu Junhao smiled, put down the manuscript, and ate some fruit.

After all, it was really hot and humid that day. He rode his bicycle all the way here and was exhausted.

Yao Rong and Jiang Fanyue didn't treat him as an outsider and continued the topic just now.

Lu Junhao, who was listening nearby, suddenly said, "I remember Yueyue's ambition is to get into the literature department of A University, right? If you don't have any other plans for the summer vacation, you can consider participating in the Youth Literature Creation Competition."

Jiang Fanyue became interested when he heard this, "What kind of competition is this? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

Lu Junhao recalled and introduced, "This is a competition organized by the National Writers Association in conjunction with provincial writers associations and A University, a top university. It is specifically for young people under the age of 18. The winners can not only receive generous prizes, but also receive a direct admission notice from the literature department of A University."

Yao Rong sat nearby and thought to himself, we have finally come to this part of the plot.

However, in the original story, Jiang Fanyue participated in the competition for the generous prize money.

Now, she is completely focused on the admission notice.

"In other words, I don't need to take the college entrance examination and can directly enter the Department of Literature of University A?"

"That's right." Lu Junhao nodded repeatedly.

However, Lu Junhao couldn't answer more detailed questions.

He patted his thigh and said, "How about this, you and I go to the publishing house to ask clearly, Editor Xiao must know more clearly."

"Okay, I haven't been to the publishing house for a long time." Jiang Fanyue happily accepted the invitation and waved to Yao Rong. She was wearing a light green long skirt and was lively and lively. "Mom, I'm leaving now."

Yao Rong came back to her senses and handed her a sun hat: "It's too sunny outside, be careful."

Yao Rong didn't close the door again until the green skirt disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

When she turned around, she saw the Gesang flowers on the balcony.

In July, the Gesang flowers bloomed as expected.

Off-white, purple-white, light red, light yellow, light orange...

The same variety was planted in the pot, but it bloomed in a variety of colors.

This is the most stubborn and resilient flower Yao Rong has ever raised.

After surviving the most difficult winter in 1991, the Gesang flowers continued to grow and bloom.

***

Before this youth literary creation competition, there were almost no creation competitions of such a large scale and such rich rewards in China.

So this competition attracted a lot of attention.

The competition is divided into two stages: the preliminary round and the final round.

Unlike the topic composition of the final round, the preliminary round gives contestants a high degree of freedom, with no restrictions on the topic. As long as the article is within 4,000 words, it can be submitted to the organizer.

However, as a member of the Provincial Writers Association, Xiao Jianguo told Jiang Fanyue that in competitions like this, the judges prefer prose.

"Are you going to participate in this competition?" Xiao Jianguo asked.

Jiang Fanyue said, "Yes, I want to win the acceptance letter. Of course, the most important thing is that I want to participate in this competition to test my ability."

Xiao Jianguo smiled and said, "Your ability has been tested."

Jiang Fanyue said half seriously and half jokingly, "But I think I have unlimited possibilities."

Her life is very happy now.

Very happy.

Many new friends don't know her past and think she has always been like this.

But she is not a flower blooming in a greenhouse.

She likes to write fairy tales.

She has been writing fairy tales.

But this does not mean that she can't write penetrating words and thought-provoking articles.

Before her world was illuminated by her mother, it was also dark.

She hid in the corner, seeing the good and evil of human nature, the black and white of human nature.

Before writing fairy tales, the words she wrote were always repressed, heavy, sad and self-loathing.

After finding out the news she wanted to know, Jiang Fanyue returned home and continued to maintain her own pace of life. She also went to Shenzhen with Yao Rong to see how the sub-factory was being built. After

a few years, Zhao Zong has grown to the point where he can be independent.

The sub-factory was managed very well by him and got on track smoothly.

After inspecting the sub-factory, Yao Rong asked Jiang Fanyue: "Aren't you in a hurry to prepare for the competition?"

Jiang Fanyue looked calm: "The deadline for the preliminary round is more than two months away. I can just write slowly and don't need to deliberately kill time."

Yao Rong saw that she was really calm, so he no longer paid attention to this matter.

After all, Jiang Fanyue in the original plot successfully won the first place in the preliminary competition without any training, relying solely on her talent.

The current Jiang Fanyue will only be stronger than in the original plot.

The mother and daughter stayed in Shenzhen for more than a month. When they returned to Changjin City, Yao Rong had completely forgotten about the competition until this day, when Jiang Fanyue told her that she was going out to send the manuscript to the organizer.