Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 243
Ping County Cultural Bureau compound.

After five o'clock in the afternoon, it is the time when the compound is most popular.From nine to five, these comrades who work in government departments don't have anything to say about overtime.

The people who came out and went in included those who sold vegetables, those who picked up children, and those who went downstairs for a walk or went on a date.

Wu Guanyou took a book in his hand and hurried into the house.

The wife who was busy in the kitchen heard the door closing and shouted in the kitchen, "Are you back? Bring me the fish from the kitchen?"

Wu Guan slapped his head, "I didn't buy the fish."

My wife was not happy, "What can I expect from you every day, I told you in the morning to let you come back to buy a fish, buy a fish, I can't count on you for such a small matter."

My wife scolded Wu Guanyi, and didn't expect Wu Guanyou to pay for his crimes and go back to buy a fish. He took off his apron, turned off the fire, and went outside to buy a fish.

Wu Guanyou smiled flatteringly at his wife, who gave him a blank look and left the door.

When his wife went out, Wu Guanyou sat at the dining table at home, opened the novel he hadn't finished reading today, and quickly entered the scene where things and I forget, following the plot of the novel.

When my wife came back from buying the fish, he cooked all the meals. Seeing that Wu Guanyou was still immersed in it, he couldn't help being a little angry.

"Look at it, and you'll know it. I can't help you at all, so hurry up and eat."

Wu Guanyou was awakened by his wife's voice, only to see that the food was already on the table, "Alright, let's eat."

He put down the novel, took a few mouthfuls absentmindedly, got off the table, and continued to hold the novel and ran to the living room to read it.

The wife was eating out of anger, when there was a knock on the door, Wu Guanyou was sitting in the living room reading a novel and was indifferent, the wife could only put down the bowl and chopsticks to open the door.

"Where's Old Wu?"

When the weather is warm outside, Wu Guanyou and Xin Shoucheng often go to the courtyard to play chess after dinner. Today, after dinner, Xin Shoucheng wanted to come over and invite Wu Guanyou to play chess in the courtyard.

His wife pouted towards the living room, and Xin Shoucheng saw Wu Guanyou sitting in the living room with a concentrated look.

"What are you doing?" Xin Shoucheng asked.

"Who knows, I've been reading this book since I came back, and I haven't even eaten a few bites."

Xin Shoucheng went over and patted Wu Guanyou, "Old Wu, go play chess!"

Wu Guanyou looked up and saw that he was sincere, "I won't go."

"Why don't you go?"

"There's something right."

"What's the business, why don't you just read the book, and read it when you come back at night."

Wu Guan said impatiently: "If you don't want to go, I won't go, I'm busy."

Xin Shoucheng took a look, this old thing also took Qiao Er.He glanced at the content of the book, it should be a novel, and he pulled it over, "Let me have a look, what good book fascinated you so much?"

Wu Guanyou was robbed of his book by his old friend, and he was a little impatient, "You man, if you don't want to play chess with you, you can go find someone else, what's wrong with me."

Xin Shoucheng didn't worry about it, he looked at the cover and content of the book, and was a little surprised, "Has He Ping published a novel in "People's Literature?"

Wu Guanyou snorted, "It's still a dedicated account!"

Xin Shoucheng sighed, "This young man is too talented. It's been a long time since we met, and he can publish a novel in "People's Literature."

For those who are engaged in cultural work, the position of "People's Literature" in their hearts is irreplaceable and sacred.

Let alone a novel, not to mention a special issue, even publishing an ordinary short story, essay, or poem is a big event worth bragging about for a lifetime.

Xin Shoucheng is not in the mood to play chess right now, and argues with Wu Guanyou about reading novels, "Let me read it for a while first."

"I don't know if you understand it or not. This is a book from our cultural center. If you want to read it, go to your library."

"What's yours and mine are all family members, don't say such foreign words."

"he~tui"

……

Li Feng watched "Fu Gui" overnight, his eyes were red like rabbits, some stayed up all night, and most of them were envious and jealous.

Needless to say, envy and jealousy, for someone like He Ping who is hard to catch up with, he can only be regarded as a role model. Li Feng has already passed the stage of treating He Ping as an opponent.

The hatred is entirely because of the plot written by He Ping, it is really a fucking abuser, Fugui is too miserable, even worse than Yang Bailao.No, there is no way to compare Yang Bailao with Fugui, even Meng Jiangnu can't be compared with Fugui.

Li Feng recalled all the novels he had read, but he had never seen a protagonist worse than Fugui.

What a ruthless, emotional writer.

But the writing is so beautiful, Li Feng felt that he seemed to have experienced the ups and downs and ups and downs of Fugui's life in one night.

This is a work with an epic temperament, Li Feng thought to himself.

He dragged his tired body to work, and finally waited until noon, when he pedaled his bicycle and ran to the department store.

"Aisha! Aisha!"

Liu Aixia, who was chatting with her colleagues after lunch, heard Li Feng's cry, "Why did you come here?"

Li Feng handed her the book in his hand, "I'll show you something good."

"What is this?" She still knew the words "People's Literature", but she didn't understand why Li Feng gave her this book. Was there anything special about it?
"Turn it over."

Liu Aixia is as white as Li Feng, she can really poke things out.

After flipping through the book, her eyes stopped at a certain place in the book, "Is this written by He Ping?"

"That's right, the novel written by He Ping has been published in the special issue of "People's Literature." Li Feng said with a proud expression on his face, and he was very proud.

Liu Aixia continued flipping through the book, and asked incredulously, "Is it true?"

Although she was questioning, Liu Aixia had already confirmed the authenticity of this matter in her heart. After all, He Ping's previous achievements are placed there. It is reasonable for a writer who has published several books to publish a novel on "People's Literature" , but it is really rare to be able to publish novels on it.

"In two days, we will be at the study club again. He Ping hasn't come for several months. This time he has released a David satellite. He must be brought here. I will go to Chunhua after get off work at night."

The reading club was set up by Mao Chunhua and Liu Aixia. After several years of tossing, everyone was basically only at the stage of literature lovers. Except for Li Feng who published an article the size of a tofu cube in the newspaper, no one else made any progress.

It’s hard to come up with results like He Ping’s. These are all victorious results achieved under the wise leadership of Chairman Mao Chunhua and her vice-chairman Liu Aixia, and they must be well publicized.

Li Feng said dog-leggedly: "I went directly to He Ping and asked him to participate in the next study session. This kid is really disorganized and disciplined, and he hasn't participated in activities for a long time."

Liu Aixia rolled her eyes and said: "If you can publish novels on "People's Literature", you don't have to participate."

(End of this chapter)