Chapter 9 Who doesn’t have a dream of writing
? “Xiao Cheng, are you going out to buy things?” Shen Yulin asked with a smile, looking at the iron bucket full of daily necessities.
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "After dinner, we happened to be not far from the department store, so I bought some daily necessities."
"Brother, how long have you been here?"
Shen Yulin said: "I just arrived too. My mother asked me to treat you to dinner on Sunday."
Cheng Xuyuan really wanted to say that since everyone had decided to divorce, they should stop arguing too much. The road is wide open and they should just go their separate ways. But he knew better that the Shen family invited him to dinner out of courtesy.
If he doesn't go, the other party will not only continue to invite him, but also make it seem like he has some complaints about the divorce.
"Okay, then I'll go visit my uncle and aunt on Sunday."
Shen Yulin said: "Then let's set it on Sunday morning. I will come to pick you up then."
"Brother, I'll go there by myself." Cheng Xuyuan said solemnly, "Tell me the address."
Shen Yulin hesitated for a moment and said, "That's fine. My home is in Lijia Hutong. If it's hard to find me, just ask me."
"By the way, what are you responsible for in your current job?"
"I'm in the writing group." Cheng Xuyuan said, "The director and others didn't assign me any specific tasks."
Writing group? Shen Yulin was stunned for a moment, then reacted.
My soon-to-be ex-brother-in-law seems to be bad at everything, including music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and playing musical instruments. In a cultural center, the only suitable position for him seems to be the writing group! Writing requires inspiration, so it is normal that he can't write well.
It was an accident that it was written! "Haha, the writing is very good. You and Yu Mo's work are quite compatible."
Shen Yulin laughed, then glanced at his watch and said, "I still have to go out for dinner, so I'll go back first. Then it's settled that we'll go to your house for dinner on Sunday."
Watching Shen Yulin driving away in the Jeep 212, Cheng Xuyuan shook his head.
At this time, the gatekeeper, Old Li, came out and said, "Xiao Cheng, your friend is not an ordinary person. He can drive around in a jeep, so his family must be well connected."
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Uncle Li, he borrowed this car."
Old Li smiled and said, "It's a skill to be able to borrow it. Even if you ask our curator to borrow it, he won't be able to do so."
As he spoke, he glanced at the iron bucket in Cheng Xuyuan's hand and said, "Xiao Cheng, I have an old coal stove here. You can take it back and use it first."
"It's so cold, we can't live without a stove."
Cheng Xuyuan naturally needed a stove. After quickly thanking Old Li, he carried his things back to his residence.
There are two small warehouses, which are filled with the performance props used in the museum.
Yesterday, because of the rush, I only cleaned up the place where a bed could be placed. Now it is impossible for me to change my residence in a short time, so Cheng Xuyuan prepared to clean up properly.
At least you have to live comfortably.
With the bucket, basin and rag left by Old Li, Cheng Xuyuan cleaned the room he lived in after more than an hour.
Two useless prop boxes were placed under the wooden bed to support it. It not only made it more stable, but also made effective use of the space.
A broken table can continue to shine and give off heat after Cheng Xuyuan placed a brick under it.
The small stove that started burning also made the room a little warmer.
Unfortunately, there is no iron kettle for boiling water, but enamel pots can also boil water...
Guessing that it was almost time to go to work, Cheng Xuyuan, feeling a little tired, staggered to the office to slack off.
You're resting anyway, so how can resting in the dormitory be better than resting in the office? And your boss can see that you're working hard.
Compared with the hustle and bustle in the morning, the cultural center was much quieter in the afternoon.
When I opened the office door, I saw that there was no one behind most of the desks, only Shi Xuehong was knitting a sweater.
Seeing Cheng Xuyuan coming in, Shi Xuehong smiled and said, "I said I would be the only one guarding the office today, but I didn't expect you to come, Xiao Cheng."
Cheng Xuyuan picked up the thermos and poured a glass of water into the cup he had washed in the morning, then smiled and said, "I cleaned up the place I was staying at noon, where are they?"
"They are all at the team leader's house discussing several works in People's Literature." Shi Xuehong said this, looked outside the door, then chuckled and said in a low voice, "They are playing cards."
Playing cards is like having a literary discussion, this is really great!
Cheng Xuyuan was becoming more and more satisfied with the work that Shen Yumo had arranged for him. After chatting with Shi Xuehong for a few words, he picked up a magazine he had read in the morning and prepared to read it.
"Xiao Cheng, have you taken the college entrance examination?" Shi Xuehong suddenly asked in a low voice.
Cheng Xuyuan was stunned for a moment, but still said honestly: "I participated, what about you?"
"I also participated." Shi Xuehong said, "But I checked the answers and I don't think there is much hope."
"You don't know, the acceptance rate this time is very low!"
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "If you don't pass this time, try harder next year."
"Do you think there will be recruitment next year?" Shi Xuehong asked solemnly.
"Of course, the higher-ups attach so much importance to this. It's already November, and they still let us take the exam again. How can we not take it seriously?" As Cheng Xuyuan spoke, his eyes fell on the book.
"Xiao Cheng, you stay here and read your book. I'm going to chat with Sister Chen and the others. I'll call you when I get off work." Shi Xuehong said with a smile when she saw that she had nothing to talk about with Cheng Xuyuan.
Cheng Xuyuan nodded and said, "Okay, I'll call you if there's anything."
After Shi Xuehong left, seeing that he was the only one in the huge office, Cheng Xuyuan picked up the manuscript paper from the morning and continued writing.
Writing with a fountain pen is really tiring.
However, I had already sorted out my thoughts in the morning, so when I started writing in the afternoon, I felt as if I was inspired.
Before he knew it, Cheng Xuyuan had written more than a dozen pages.
Shaking his slightly numb arms, Cheng Xuyuan couldn't help but miss the computer in his previous life.
If he were to use his old friend to write, he felt that he could write at least 10,000 words now.
Now, it's only half.
It would take at least three days to complete the more than 20,000 words I designed myself.
Writing a book is such a hard job! However, when I think of the pork and green onion dumplings, and the braised pork and steamed buns that I can only eat one bowl of, I think of...
After relaxing for a while, Cheng Xuyuan continued writing.
"Xiao Cheng, what are you writing?"
Shi Xuehong's voice suddenly rang in Cheng Xuyuan's ears, and Cheng Xuyuan, who was writing at the door, was startled.
He looked up and saw that it had darkened. He didn't know when Shi Xuehong came back.
"Try to write some novels." There was nothing to hide, Cheng Xuyuan said honestly.
Shi Xuehong smiled and said, "When I came to our group, I started learning to write novels. Xiao Cheng, you are exactly the same as I was when I first came."
"Back then, I wrote a novel for more than a month."
Cheng Xuyuan looked at the sweater in Shi Xuehong's hand, then looked away.
As if noticing Cheng Xuyuan's actions, Shi Xuehong said meaningfully: "Xiao Cheng, you will soon find that everyone can write Chinese characters, but whether they can be published really depends on talent!"
"You, don't be discouraged in the future."
"For our cultural center's writing team, it's normal to have your manuscript rejected."
"It would be abnormal if you don't retreat!"
"Let's go, it's time for us to go to Donglaishun."
"Remember, don't be polite when eating, always eat the meat first!"
(End of this chapter)
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