The letter had been sent out for more than half a month, but there was still no reply. Du Chen gradually became disappointed and thought that his first submission in his two lives was a failure.
After being depressed all day, Du Chen regrouped and prepared to buy a few more copies of "Student Times" to study. He was determined to study this magazine. He didn't believe that he couldn't even handle an elementary school student's composition. How could he put his face down?
When he was leaving school at noon, he passed by the mail room at the gate. Although he had thought that this first submission had no chance of being accepted, he still flipped through the letters on the table in the mail room out of habit. There were not many letters, but what surprised Du Chen was that he saw his name at the bottom. It could be said to be an email. The envelope was the size of a textbook and looked about as thick as a magazine.
"Uncle, this letter is mine, I'll take it." Du Chen said to the gatekeeper.
"Wait, let me take a look."
The doorman walked towards the table and looked at Du Chen.
"Are you Du Chen?"
"Yes, uncle, it says Class 1, Grade 2. I am Du Chen from Class 1, Grade 2."
"You're such a little kid, and someone still writes to you? Well, ask your homeroom teacher to come over and pick it up with you this afternoon. I can't give it to you now."
The gatekeeper looked at Du Chen, then looked at the envelope printed with "Student Days", and spoke directly to Du Chen.
"No, I'm Du Chen, from Class 1, Grade 2. Please give it to me. I'm still useful to you."
"Go away, what's the use of it to a child? Ask your class teacher to come and get it from me in the afternoon. What if there is a teacher named Du Chen in Class One, Grade Two, and he gives it to the wrong person? With so many students, who should I ask?" The gatekeeper was a little unhappy.
"Okay, okay, I'll have my homeroom teacher come over this afternoon." Du Chen was a little unhappy, but he couldn't hold his own against this stubborn old man. Just like in his past life, the gatekeeper was a very responsible and stubborn old man.
On the way home, Du Chen felt like he was being scratched by a cat. He had no idea what was written in the envelope. Although it was sent by "Student Times", he didn't know whether it was a polite rejection or a sample copy.
Du Chen saw that the size and thickness of the envelope looked like a sample issue of a magazine. Moreover, if a manuscript is rejected, it will usually be thrown into the trash can. No one will spend the postage to send it to you again. Unless you indicate it when submitting the manuscript and prepare stamps in the envelope for them, they will reject your manuscript.
But without seeing the specific content, these are just speculations. As for why it wasn't sent to my home or my dad's workplace, it's because they can't deliver it to my home, so you have to go to the post office to pick it up yourself.
Du Chen didn't have time to go to the post office every day; it would be too time-consuming. As for Du Chen's father's workplace, he was in the automotive department and was often away driving. Sometimes he'd go to the work area and not come back for days, and he was a bit careless. Du Chen was afraid his father wouldn't take it seriously, so he filled in the school address at the end.
What Du Chen didn't expect was that he was stopped by the gatekeeper. Mainly because Du Chen looked like a little kid, and no one believed that anyone would write a letter to a ten-year-old.
"Son, what's wrong with you? You look listless. Did the teacher scold you for being disobedient?"
Looking at her absent-minded son, Du Chen's mother asked.
"No mom, you see, I've been scolded by teachers since I was a child."
"You don't seem to be eating properly and you look distracted. What's the matter? Eat quickly and take a nap afterward so you'll have more energy for class this afternoon."
"Oh mom, I know."
Du Chen agreed, but he was still a little distracted. Du Chen's mother saw him like this and knew something was wrong. A mother knows her son best.
"You little brat, tell me what happened? If you didn't get scolded by the teacher, then did you get into a fight with your classmates?"
"No, in your eyes I'm either being scolded or fighting? Let me tell you, I wrote an essay and submitted it some time ago. Today I saw the reply letter at the message room at the school gate, but the gatekeeper looked at me because I was young and didn't believe it was mine, so he asked me to ask my class teacher to pick it up this afternoon." Du Chen explained with a helpless smile.
"Chenchen, did 'Student Days' really reply to your letter? Is that true?" Du Bin, who had been concentrating on his meal, interrupted his mother before she could say anything. Du Bin knew his brother had submitted his essay, and it was up to the whole family, including him, to think that anyone with the courage was brave enough. His parents might have harbored a glimmer of hope, but Du Bin never believed it would succeed. To him, it was obvious.
"Son, are you telling the truth? Did "Student Days" reply to you?" Du Chen's mother asked in disbelief.
"You all don't believe me. I really replied, but I don't know what you wrote. I've been thinking about this all the time." Du Chen said helplessly.
"Hey, what about this old man? My son is small, so what? He can't receive letters. This old man is really..."
"There's nothing I can do about it. I'll go get it with my class teacher this afternoon," Du Chen said.
"Brother, take it out and show it to me, so I can see what I sent you in reply." Du Bin was also very curious.
"Okay, brother. I won't forget you." After Du Chen said this to his mother, he felt much better. He quickly ate a few mouthfuls of food and prepared to lie down on the bed for a while.
Du Chen, who was thinking about replying to the letter, did not fall asleep in the end. He just closed his eyes and squinted for a while. Seeing his brother Du Bin got up to go to school, he also got up and prepared to go to school.
Although brothers Du Bin and Du Chen both attended railway schools, they were not in the same place. The junior high school was farther away than the elementary school. Not to mention the morning, the junior high school had morning self-study and had to arrive at school at 6:30. At noon, Du Bin had to leave more than ten minutes earlier than Du Chen. If they walked together with Du Chen, they would not be able to catch up.
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