Hello, 1983

Curator Lu, there is something in the village, my brother-in-law can't leave, or I will accompany you to sit at home first.

Liu Qingshan saw Gao Wenxue's posture. Before He Jiakang left, he would definitely not move the place, so he took the initiative to invite people from the cultural center.

The curator Lu waved his hand: I'm not busy, let's take a look first.

He was also a little strange: why do our precious writers in Bishui County fight with people?

Moments like this must be supported.

So, Director Lu said to Gao Wenxue with a bright face: Writer Gao, our county cultural center needs a young and promising pen like you, so before I came, I had communicated with the county and wanted to send your Organizational relations are transferred to the Cultural Center.”

If you are transferred to a job, then don't you just eat the food supply, serve the iron rice bowl, and become a state cadre?

Among the villagers, there was another burst of exclamation. This is the dream of each of them. Unexpectedly, Gao Wenxue has come true all at once.

Curator Lu is still very satisfied with this effect: as long as the other party is not stupid, he will never refuse.

But unexpectedly, the high writer shook his head: I am a farmer, and I have been a farmer all my life.

As he spoke, he still pinched his neck and stared at He Jiakang.

The villagers were also in a hurry. The old party secretary and the captain Zhang both came together and kept persuading. The old party secretary said first: Literature, why are you angry with this white-eyed wolf.

Captain Zhang also persuaded: Yes, that's a soak of stinky shit, the sun is drying, and the surface is dry. If you poke it with a small stick, the stench will come out again.

He Jiakang next to him almost died of disgust: Whoever said that the old peasants were incompetent, this scolding is about to come out!

Gao Wenxue still shook his head: I'm not arguing with He Jiakang, he's not worthy.

After he finished speaking, he turned to Director Lu and said apologetically, The main reason is that I have to go to the office, sit in the office, drink tea and read the newspapers, and my will is exhausted, and I will soon disappear.

Although these words are too straight, and they are not to be heard, Director Lu is even more convinced: as expected of a writer, this idea is different from that of ordinary people.

So Director Lu smiled and nodded: Okay, everyone has their own aspirations, I respect Writer Gao's decision, but the writer still has to find an organization.

The most basic organization of writers is the Writers Association, and there are also the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Fill out two forms in a while, report to the regional writers association, and then report to the provincial writers association. With the high level of writers, it will be a matter of time to join the national writers association. I will congratulate you in advance.

After all, Director Lu was considered a literate person, and his words were very pleasant.

Gao Wenxue has no objection to joining the Writers Association. After all, this is a good place for peer exchanges, and it also has a certain social status and influence.

Especially when dealing with people like He Jiakang, if there is a strong organization standing behind him, the combat effectiveness will definitely increase.

Gao Wenxue just had a unique idea, and he wasn't really stupid, so he nodded in agreement without hesitation.

This also made Director Lu secretly relieved: fortunately, if one of the two goals is completed, it is possible to go back and meet.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if the representatives representing the province at national literary seminars were not members of the Writers Association.

After dealing with the matter here, Gao Wenxue turned to He Jiakang again and said word by word, I hope you have time to buy a copy of the first issue of Harvest magazine next year.

He Jiakang snorted: What?

Gao Wenxue said lightly: Because there will be a novel published by me on it, the name is Shan Xing!

Mountain apricot?

He Jiakang's brain is running fast, and he can think of it with his toes. In this novel, what image will he be portrayed by Gao Wenxue?

villain,

Absolute villain.

A chill surged into He Jiakang's heart, he stared at Gao Wenxue, his eyes were as vicious as a wolf.

Gao Wenxue also looked at him quietly, just like the pseudonym he gave himself: as tall as a mountain.

After a long time, He Jiakang's face finally calmed down, and he put on a smile that he thought was very sincere: Literature, we are all educated youths who share weal and woe, why is this?

Different road non-phase plan.

Gao Wenxue threw this sentence down loudly, and then drew on the ground with his toes: From now on, we will break off friendship.

After he finished speaking, he nodded to Director Lu: Director Lu, let's go and sit at my house first.

you……

He Jiakang stomped his feet in anger, but for the stones in the pit like Gao Wenxue, neither his identity nor the family background of his girlfriend seemed to work.

Of course Liu Qingshan will continue to stay here, just put Shan Xing on the ground, ask the fourth to lead her, and go home first with the eldest brother-in-law.

No matter what the result is, the impact of this incident on Shan Xing will definitely be negative, and this child will suffer.

Some villagers also dispersed and went home for lunch. He Jiakang's girlfriend also pulled him to leave.

But He Jiakang knew that he couldn't leave. Once he stepped out of the Jiapi ditch, he would most likely be ruined.

In an age when everyone still cares about fame, he cannot afford such consequences.

However, he had no confidence in getting Gao Wenxue. The educated youth he used to live with, he knew Gao Wenxian too well.

To describe it in the words of the local people, it is to bite a peg, and give a twist to the group without changing it.

Ieyasu, let's go. When we get to the capital, I'll help you find Grandpa Ba of Harvest Magazine. It's enough not to allow that article to be published.

The woman still comforted He Jiakang softly, which also made the latter feel ecstatic and saw the dawn of hope again.

He was about to call his girlfriend's name, but an exclamation came from behind him: Hey, Xiaoling, it's really you, why are you here?

Chu Yunling also looked back and exclaimed, Sister Hongying, why are you here!

Meeting old friends in a foreign land, this is probably the case. The two girls hugged tightly together in excitement. They were playmates from childhood to adulthood, and their feelings were naturally extraordinary.

Liu Qingshan watched silently from the side. He had guessed before: This teacher Yang must have an unusual family background.

Now this scene has confirmed his thoughts: at least, Yang Hongying and that Xiaoling are on the same level.

As a result, he secretly ran to a place like Jiapigou, wondering what happened?

Soon he put away his gossip heart: don't care about her, just treat her as a teacher for the children of Jiapigou Village.

Just as Liu Qingshan was pondering, he saw Yang Hongying beckoning to him, so he could only walk over with a smile.

Introduction, this is Chu Yunling, my good sister, you want to be called Sister Xiaoling; this is Xiaoshanzi, I'm my younger brother, the nickname is Sanfeng, hee hee.

Yang Hongying explained to the two parties that she didn't know what happened just now. After school, she changed her homework for a while in the classroom and missed the big play.

Liu Qingshan had no opinion on Chu Yunling. The other party seemed to be a relatively simple and silly girl. As long as He Jiakang spoke a few sweet words, it was estimated that he would be coaxed to the point of being unable to find Bei.

So he cheerfully called Sister Xiaoling without any pressure in his heart.

On the other hand, Chu Yunling had a big opinion on Liu Qingshan. She had seen it just now. This half-eldest boy has been fighting against her sweetheart. The most hateful thing is that he actually took a side.

What's the matter with you, what happened just now?

Yang Hongying also saw that something was wrong, and began to ask.

Liu Qingshan said with a crooked mouth: It's nothing, Shan Xing's father is here, he wants to take her away, and he also found a stepmother for her by the way.

As he said that, he also glanced at Chu Yunling with a smile.

In an instant, Yang Hongying felt a surge of anger going straight to the top of her head. Shan Xing was her favorite student. She was smart and kind, with a pitiful background.

Even in her heart, she regarded Shan Xing as her younger sister, and she once scolded Shan Xing's irresponsible father more than once in her heart.

Unexpectedly, I met her today, and even more unexpectedly, she actually deceived her good sister.

Yang Hongying raised her eyebrows and pointed at He Jiakang: You scum, scum!

This word is still learned from Xiaoshanzi's mouth. When I use it here, I feel really relieved.

He Jiakang also realized that it was not good. He had heard the name Yang Hongying from Chu Yunling's mouth a long time ago, and he also knew that Xiaoling admired this sister very much.

But this guy is really thick-skinned. He was scolded so badly, but he still had a smile on his face: So it's Sister Hongying, hello, hello, I heard Xiaoling talk about you a long time ago.

You don't have much, and I'll settle the account with you later!

Yang Hongying gave him a fierce look, and then angrily dragged Chu Yunling aside, murmuring, not knowing what she was whispering.

Seeing this, He Jiakang began to sweat slowly on his forehead: he was not afraid of these poor sticks in Jiapigou, or even the smelly stone of Gao Wenxue.

What he was most afraid of was that once he lost the backing of Chu Yunling, it would be difficult to turn over again.

The two women whispering over there gradually raised their voices, as if there was a dispute between them.

Liu Qingshan can roughly guess something, with Yang Hongying's character of hating evil, she will definitely persuade Chu Yunling to give up He Jiakang.

But Yang Hongying didn't know that a woman in love would not listen to other people's persuasion, not even the best sister.

Sure enough, when the two came back, UU reading www.uukanshu. com's face is not very good-looking.

Chu Yunling got into the car without saying a word, and the driver quickly got into the driver's seat.

He Jiakang looked at it, panicked, and hurried to pull the door, but he couldn't pull it open.

At this time, the car had already started and was driving forward. He Jiakang didn't know whether it was deliberately selling miserably, or he was not prepared. In short, he was taken by the car, fell to the ground with a puff, and rolled forward several times.

The car door finally opened, and He Jiakang rolled into the car, and the car raised a trail of dust and left Jiapigou.

Oh, get out, get out!

Behind, there was the sound of the little dolls coaxing.

I am so angry!

Yang Hongying still frowned, her face full of unwillingness.

Liu Qingshan also sighed secretly, and comforted him: Everyone has the right to choose their own path, old lady, you can't control it, you are now an ordinary teacher in our Jiapigou Village Elementary School.

Yes, I can't even handle my own affairs well, what qualifications do I have to take care of others?

Yang Hongying looked resentful, but the knot in her heart was resolved.

Still unwilling, she glanced at Liu Qingshan: Sanfeng, you called me old sister just now, didn't you. Am I that old?

As soon as she started to twist her fingers, Liu Qingshan also hurried away, explaining:

I called you old sister to separate from my own sister, not to say whether you are old or not.

Behind him came Yang Hongying's stern shout: Sanfeng, come here, let me twist my ears, let out my breath first.

Co-authoring I became a punching bag. How dare Liu Qingshan stop and run more happily.

These eldest sisters, no matter whether they are kissing or working, can't afford one or two.