Chapter 125 Mom, I pick up garbage to support you 27

During the month in Shenzhen, Yao Rong went to inspect the factory every day.

Jiang Fanyue would occasionally accompany her to visit the factory, but more often, she would take Yao Rong's assistant and walk through the streets and alleys of Shenzhen, constantly observing the passers-by and thinking from this.

The preliminary work "The Person Hiding Behind the Door" was born under such circumstances.

Jiang Fanyue is the person hiding behind the door in the article.

She hides behind the door and quietly watches the world.

Use words to record her impression of the world.

This essay does not have any gorgeous and complicated sentences. It can be said that it has returned to the original simplicity. The most important thing is to highlight the word "truth".

It is true and passionate, and the feelings are sincere.

The understanding of life and death and the analysis of human nature are

so clear that they are amazing. At least, Mei Xiuming, vice president of the National Writers Association and vice dean of the Department of Literature at University A, sighed after reading this article:

"Is such a work really written by a student? How can we, the older generation, survive?"

Yun Yingguang, member of the National Writers Association and editor-in-chief of People's Daily, smiled and said, "Look at the author's name."

Mei Xiuming turned to the registration form at the beginning and felt that the name was very familiar. After recalling it for a few seconds, he laughed dumbly: "It turned out to be her. Incredible, today's children are really incredible."

While the two were talking in a low voice, several judges next door were also discussing fiercely.

"Song Zhizhi's article "My Veteran Grandpa" can be temporarily awarded the first prize."

"Indeed, the family affection and the feelings of the veterans towards the country are perfectly integrated in the article."

"I like this article too. Among the submitted works, there are at least eighty articles about grandfathers. The events selected by this author are very ordinary, but she can find the highlights of life from ordinary events, and use very vivid words to give this article infinite vitality."

Mei Xiuming couldn't help but become curious and asked Yun Yingguang if he had read "My Veteran Grandpa".

"I've seen it." Song Zhizhi's mother is the editor-in-chief of People's Daily. Yun Yingguang will not favor Song Zhizhi because of this status, but he does pay more attention to her. "So far, it is the most touching work about family affection among all the entries."

Mei Xiuming is also a writer. After a little thought, he understood the unfinished meaning of his words.

After all, which is higher, the level of being truly touching or the level of being amazing?

"My Old Soldier Grandpa" can be temporarily awarded the first prize, but "The Man Hiding Behind the Door" is the first.

The undisputed first.

The judges spent half a month to finally select all the works.

As soon as Yun Yingguang arrived at the office, he was stopped by Song's mother.

"Old Yun..."

Yun Yingguang laughed secretly, and did not keep the secret: "As a mother, you don't know how good Zhizhi is. Don't worry, she won the first prize."

Many editors nearby also heard the news and congratulated Mother Song.

Mother Song smiled slightly.

But soon, she seemed to have thought of something and asked curiously: "Among the winning works, is there an author named Jiang Fanyue?"

Yun Yingguang raised his eyebrows and glanced at her.

Mother Song explained: "She is the same age as Zhizhi. You know Zhizhi, she is quite competitive."

Yun Yingguang understood.

It is natural for young people to be competitive.

But unfortunately, they chose the wrong opponent.

Talent and genius are the most domineering and unreasonable things in this world.

He said carefully, "There is indeed a work by Jiang Fanyue. When we get to the semi-finals, the two children can compete with each other."

They are all smart people. Mother Song didn't understand that Yun Yingguang was saying that they couldn't win the preliminary round and could only wait for the semi-finals.

Mother Song sighed in her heart, feeling a little sorry.

The article "My Old Soldier Grandpa" was definitely an extraordinary performance for Song Zhizhi. Because Song Zhizhi and her grandfather had a deep relationship, Song Zhizhi naturally incorporated this emotion into the article when writing this article.

If even "My Old Soldier Grandpa" can't surpass Jiang Fanyue's work, then the semi-finals will be even more difficult.

"When will the winning works of the preliminary round be announced?" Mother Song asked.

Yun Yingguang said, "I know you are curious. Don't worry. Our publishing house will publish a collection of works in the next two days, and all the winning works will be published on it."

Mother Song would not use backdoors in the competition, but it would not hurt to use backdoors to get the collection of works in advance.

So before leaving work, Mother Song got the collection with the scent of ink.

After watching "The Man Hiding Behind the Door", even if Mother Song favors her daughter, she has to say that Song Zhizhi did not lose unfairly.

Not long after Song Zhizhi was born, Song's father's business grew bigger and bigger, and the conditions at home became better and better, so Song Zhizhi had never suffered any hardship.

Her understanding of suffering and her portrayal of human nature are all from her own imagination.

But Jiang Fanyue's suffering and human nature are portrayed vividly.

This kind of writing ability does not only come from talent, but also from life experience.

As soon as Mother Song put down the collection, Song Zhizhi came back home with her schoolbag.

She took off her schoolbag and said happily: "Mom, did Jiang Fanyue participate in the competition? What was the result of the competition?"

Mother Song did not say anything, but handed the book in her hand to her and let Song Zhizhi read it herself.

Twenty minutes later, Song Zhizhi put down the book in silence.

After a long while, Song Zhizhi sighed faintly: "If Jiang Fanyue was not the first place, I would have chopped off my head."

Mother Song: "...What nonsense are you talking about."

Song Zhizhi: "I will never be jealous of her again."

The topic jumped too quickly, and Mother Song showed a questioning look.

For the first time, Song Zhizhi understood the word "long-term spiritual friendship".

Since two years ago, she has been following Jiang Fanyue's growth and has read all of Jiang Fanyue's works.

It is precisely because she knows Jiang Fanyue's growth that Song Zhizhi now has such strong feelings.

She said to Song's mother: "I always thought that she was a fairy tale writer, and her writing was based on imagination and divorced from reality."

"But after reading this article, I found that it was not the case."

"Her writing is not divorced from reality." "

On the contrary, just like the core of comedy is tragedy, the fairy tale is not all smooth sailing. She must have experienced many bad things, but she still chose to leave the warmest story to the readers. She maintained her fantasy and love for this world in the midst of resentment and despair."

Such a split and contrast caused an incomparable impact on Song Zhizhi.

How could she think that Jiang Fanyue couldn't handle the prose genre and couldn't write excellent prose works?

In fact, for Jiang Fanyue, writing fairy tales is more difficult than writing prose.

Hearing Song Zhizhi's words, Song's mother was stunned: "I didn't see so much..."

Song Zhizhi held the book and walked around the living room a few times, with bright and excited light in her eyes: "I really hope to see her earlier."

***

It was early December when Jiang Fanyue learned her ranking.

She came back from outside and shivered violently when she entered the house due to the alternation of cold and heat. While taking off the scarf around her neck, she said: "It's too cold today."

In previous years, Changjin City began to experience a large-scale drop in temperature in October, and snow began to fall in late October.

Jiang Fanyue had long been accustomed to this kind of cold.

But this year's cold was much colder than before. She wrapped herself up tightly and felt a little tortured. How difficult it would be for those families who lacked clothes and warmth.

Yao Rong was standing by the window, staring at the endless snow outside.

Hearing Jiang Fanyue's words, she turned her head and said, "If the snow continues to fall, I'm afraid it will cause a snowstorm."

Jiang Fanyue was surprised: "So serious?"

Yao Rong didn't say anything.

She not only saw the snowstorm, but also knew about it from the original plot.

- In the original plot, Jiang Fanyue died of illness in this once-in-a-century heavy snow.

After a long while, Yao Rong asked, "How are you feeling recently? Are you feeling unwell? The factory is organizing a full-body checkup for all employees. You can come with us then."

Jiang Fanyue smiled and said yes, but then she was a little puzzled, "Mom, you seem to be very concerned about my health recently."

"Really?"

"Yes. You rarely told me anything before I went out. But starting from July, every time I went out, you would remind me to be careful."

Yao Rong walked to Jiang Fanyue, took the down jacket she had just taken off, and hung it on the hanger beside her: "I asked someone to tell your fortune before. The person said that you would have a disaster when you were sixteen, but as long as you get through it, you would be able to live a happy and peaceful life without disasters."

Jiang Fanyue was slightly stunned, and a hint of bitterness inexplicably flashed through her heart.

She shook her head and smiled, "I don't quite believe it."

Yao Rong also smiled, "I don't quite believe it either. But when it comes to your safety, it's not a bad thing to care more." "

That's right." Jiang Fanyue nodded, leaned on the sofa, and leaned against Yao Rong's side. "Mom, I just came back from the publishing house. Editor Xiao said that I won the first place in the preliminary round of the creative competition."

As she spoke, she took out a letter from her bag.

"Has the time for the rematch been set?" Yao Rong asked in a calm tone.

"January 20th. We will go to the capital to compete offline."

"That's perfect. We haven't been to the capital yet. After you finish the competition, we can just play in the capital for a few more days."

But soon, Yao Rong's mood was covered with a layer of gloom again.

Since the beginning of December, Changjin City has been snowing for more than ten days. The outdoor temperature has been so low that many mechanical equipment cannot operate normally. Even though the toy factory has heating equipment, many employees still have frostbite on their hands, which delays the progress of work.

Yao Rong said to the secretary: "Give heating subsidies to all employees in the factory."

"During this period, reduce the order volume appropriately to avoid a shortage of goods."

The secretary was about to leave when Yao Rong said: "When the factory purchases materials, buy more warm materials. Maybe they will be useful later."

In a blink of an eye, it was the new year.

Logically, the new year always brings a new atmosphere.

But the lower and lower temperatures and the heavier snow made people feel heavy.

The city issued a snowstorm warning, asking residents not to go out unless necessary in the near future.

The city's No. 1 Middle School even held final exams early and gave students a holiday.

When Yao Rong went to the government meeting, government leaders also asked about the operation of major factories.

"The temperature is too low, and the fuel consumed by the operation of the machines is increasing."

"Yes, in order to prevent the machines from being frozen, our factory dare not run the machines for a long time, but once the machines stop, the factory cannot operate."

"Many workers in our factory have asked for leave. Some are sick, but more are because the elderly and children at home are sick. It's so cold, as long as you go out, even people with good health can't stand it."

Listening to the discussions of the crowd, Yao Rong, who had been silent, suddenly raised his hand to signal.

Fairy Tale World is the leading enterprise in Changjin City. As soon as she made a move, everyone, including the city leaders, looked over.

"On behalf of Fairy Tale World, I will donate two million worth of warm materials to the city's sanitation workers and firefighters. I will also donate three million worth of medicines to the city for the treatment of colds and fevers."

The city leader's eyes lit up.

To be honest, the current situation in the city is very bad, but not so bad that it is unsustainable.

The city leaders did not expect Yao Rong to come forward to donate money now.

But thinking of Yao Rong's past style, the city leaders did not find it strange.

Jixiang Town, a nationally famous poor town, has achieved poverty alleviation and prosperity because of the existence of Fairy Tale World.

The government always calls for the rich to lead the poor to achieve common prosperity, but only a few people can really respond to this call.

After hearing what Yao Rong said, other companies followed suit and donated money and materials.

This kind of thing of showing off in front of the city leaders cannot be left behind.

Back at the factory, Yao Rong asked the secretary to prepare all the supplies for the government as soon as possible, and asked the assistant: "Do the factory employees and villagers have enough warming supplies and medicines?"

The assistant nodded: "Don't worry, President Yao, everything is ready."

Yao Rong thought for a moment and said: "Go and contact the leaders of Jixiang Town to see if there is anything that needs help in the town. The coldest time has not yet arrived. If any family's house heating is not done well, we must find a way to solve it. We can provide funds."

The assistant agreed repeatedly, but couldn't help but sigh again.

Their President Yao is really a well-known conscientious entrepreneur. It

would be fine if he just gave benefits to the people and led the whole town to common prosperity, but in this matter, he actually has such a sense of social responsibility.

Late at night, Yao Rong returned to the community after a busy day.

She got out of the car and looked up to see the warm light coming from her house.

When she got home, Jiang Fanyue was still awake, listening to the English radio and practicing her spoken English.

Seeing Yao Rong, Jiang Fanyue turned off the radio and said happily, "Mom, you're back. There's ginger soup in the kitchen. I'll serve it to you."

"Auntie made it?"

"I made it. It's getting colder outside, and you run around outside every day. I'm worried that you'll catch a cold." After drinking

a bowl of ginger soup, Yao Rong felt like she was alive again.

She went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, put on her home clothes and returned to the living room, and said to Jiang Fanyue, "Yueyue, let's sleep together tonight."

Since the second day when the mother and daughter moved to this community, they have never slept together again.

Jiang Fanyue was slightly surprised, but she didn't refuse. She hugged Yao Rong's arm and said, "Okay."

Jiang Fanyue's bed was only 1.5 meters, not too big, but it was more than enough to sleep two people.

She was lying on the inside of the bed, and Yao Rong was lying on the outside of the bed.

This point was long past the time for Jiang Fanyue to fall asleep, and she fell into a deep sleep not long after she went to bed.

I saw flying snow again in the sky, and it was completely white outside.

The bright moonlight shines through the window.

Yao Rong took advantage of the moonlight to touch Jiang Fanyue's sleeping face, twist the corners of the quilt for her, and then fell asleep.

***

Snow is still falling continuously and has caused disasters in many places across the province.

After donating a large amount of materials to the city and town last time, Yao Rong took action again.

This time, she donated more money. In addition to donating to Changjin City, she also donated frostbite and warming materials to other cities in the province.

The heavy snow blocked the roads, and the trains in the whole province basically stopped running. There is no possibility of traffic in the short term.

It is January 9th now. There

are only eleven days left before the creative competition.

When Lu Junhao came to pick up Jiang Fanyue's manuscript, he said: "It takes two or three days to go from Changjin City to the capital. According to the current situation, it is not certain that you can catch up."

If Jiang Fanyue went to participate in the semi-finals, the first place in the semi-finals would be in her pocket.

That's why Lu Junhao felt it was a pity.

Jiang Fanyue was open-minded: "Wait a little longer."

That's all he could do. Lu Junhao sighed and turned to talk to Jiang Fanyue about the snow disaster: "Sister Yao's generosity has been heard by the entire editorial department."

Jiang Fanyue said: "I always feel that my mother has been a little too nervous recently."

Since she started the toy business, her mother has been very relaxed and at ease.

Only this time, her attitude was particularly serious.

Lu Junhao said: "The disaster is serious. Sister Yao should be worried about the snow disaster."

Jiang Fanyue frowned and felt that it was not likely.

At least not completely.

After sending Lu Junhao away, Jiang Fanyue turned around and saw her medical examination form.

The conversation some time ago suddenly flooded her mind.

Could it be that her mother's abnormality was because of her?

***

"It's getting dark soon. I have to go home early today."

"So early?"

"Yes, there's something urgent today."

"Then President Yao, you should go back soon. Let the rest of us take care of things here."

Yao Rong glanced at her watch, handed over the work of distributing supplies to others, and asked the driver to take her home.

The car drove very slowly that day, and it got dark quickly, so even if Yao Rong went home early, it was completely dark outside when she got home.

The nanny had already prepared dinner.

Jiang Fanyue was about to start when she heard the sound of the door lock being unlocked, and then Yao Rong walked into the house.

Jiang Fanyue was surprised and said, "Mom, you're back so early today."

Yao Rong smiled.

Today is a very special time node.

It would be more reassuring for her to go home early and stay with Jiang Fanyue.

"I haven't had dinner with you for a long time, so I came back early today."

Jiang Fanyue helped Yao Rong pull out his chair: "I just made your favorite coconut chicken."

He then asked Yao Rong how the disaster situation ahead was.

Yao Rong said: "The situation is pretty good. According to the results given by the Meteorological Bureau, the temperature will rise starting the day after tomorrow."

However, tonight is destined to be difficult.

Yao Rong stayed in the living room and made a list of donated materials.

This busy work lasted until the dead of night.

Yao Rong put down the pen in his hand, washed up and walked into Jiang Fanyue's house. As usual, he bent down and twisted the corner of Jiang Fanyue's quilt, but he noticed that her brows were frowning, as if she had fallen into a long nightmare.

Yao Rong brushed away the loose hair that fell on her forehead, smoothed her brow with her fingertips, and then lowered her head to kiss her cheek.

"Good night, Yueyue."

"Everything will be different if you sleep until you wake up naturally this time."

The little elephant Yiyi will encounter a grassland full of gesang flowers.

The child who grew up picking up garbage will write the most touching story in the world.

Jiang Fanyue will have the most beautiful fairy tale world.