1987 My Era

Chapter 199, Ties (Subscribe please!)

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ye Zhanyan asked, "Are you tired of the erhu?"

Li Heng replied: "Not really, it's just that I'm better at piano."

He stopped pretending and revealed his cards!

Mai Sui looked at him, his thoughts turning in circles.

Ye Zhanyan was a little embarrassed. The strength of the piano program was very strong. The other party had been studying piano since childhood and had won prizes in international competitions.

Could it be that she replaced him just based on Li Heng's words?
Besides, even if Li Heng was stronger than him, she would not be able to do this. Because she had found him through the connections in the school, and she couldn't betray him now.

Liu Yue then suggested against her conscience: "Li Heng, why don't you play the erhu first this time, and then I will invite you to play the piano at the New Year's Eve party."

Li Heng was speechless. You, girl, got me for free once during the military training art performance, and now it’s the second time. Do you want to get it for free for the third time?
Give me money!

My price is not low!
After mumbling to himself for a while, Li Heng glanced at the wheat ears and said, "Let's do it this way for now."

After repeated insistence, he finally got some concessions. Ye Zhanyan and Zhao Menglong were very happy and asked, "What about the repertoire? Have you decided which piece to play?"

Li Heng casually said, "I know too many. I'll think about which one is good and let Mai Sui tell you later."

Hearing this, Ye Zhanyan's face twitched, but he still smiled and said okay.

While waiting for Ye Zhanyan and Zhao Menglong to leave, Li Heng glanced at Liu Yue and thought, why aren't you leaving yet? Do you want me to stay and treat you to a meal?

Liu Yue glanced at Mai Sui expressionlessly and left.

After the girl walked away, Li Heng whispered to Mai Sui: "I did this all for your sake."

"Yes! I owe you a favor." Mai Sui wanted to laugh but was speechless. He even wanted to take credit for this.

"What's our relationship? Forget about the personal relationships. How about breakfast every half month? What do you think?" Li Heng said.

The wheat ears stared at him.

Two seconds later, Li Heng gave in: "One week, no less."

Mai Sui smiled softly, "Okay. But no matter how much benefit you get from me, I will ask Song Yu to pay it back twice as much in the future."

Li Heng didn't care, "That's a matter between you women, I won't get involved."

The bell rang and we returned to the classroom again.

The second English class was very quiet. Even though Liu Yue was still beside him, she changed her previous behavior and ignored him for the entire class.

The next three or four classes are advanced mathematics. Li Heng has done some preparation in advance. He feels that it doesn’t matter whether he listens or not, because he knows it.

Not wanting to waste time, he first flipped through the newspaper out of habit. Mai Sui knew his habit and bought it together with breakfast in the morning.

In the blink of an eye, it is already late October. The bimonthly issue of "Harvest" magazine came out a few days ago.

Like previous issues, it contains six chapters of "Cultural Journey", starting from Chapter 6 to Chapter 19.

The sales of this issue of "Harvest" magazine are as good as ever, exceeding 120 million copies in the first three or four days of publication.

These were all within everyone's expectations. In the past, sales were good in the first few days, and then showed a downward trend after four days.

But this time it’s different!

On the fifth and sixth days, sales did not decrease, and the sales volume remained above 30 copies per day. Especially on the seventh day, the situation changed suddenly! Sales volume surged! A major turning point! The sales volume of Harvest magazine exceeded an astonishing 7 million copies!

What is the level of 220 million copies?!
Even the industry leader, People's Literature, had to open its mouth and cry bitterly!
Not to mention the literary magazines like October, Contemporary, and Huacheng. There is envy, jealousy, madness, and jealousy!
In just one week, it sold over 220 million copies, surpassing People's Literature for the fourth time, which caused a huge sensation in the industry.

The name of writer December once again shines in the literary world!

"Cultural Journey" once again dominated the headlines of major domestic newspapers!
Many magazines could not sit still and reached out to the inside of Harvest Magazine, using money to pave the way, using the lure of a bright future, and the only thing missing was a beautiful woman. The purpose was to get the real personal information of the writer December.

This week, six groups of people have privately approached editor Zouping, asking him if he could tell them who December is, and if they could bring writer December along with them to switch jobs.
Faced with such a huge amount of money, money that he could not earn in the past six years of hard work, Zou Ping was tempted several times, but in the end he gritted his teeth and refused.

He had to refuse, not because he was aloof, but because he knew that he couldn't take Li Heng away.

Li Heng has now grown into a towering tree, and he as an editor has become insignificant. What's more, the other party is a person valued by Editor-in-Chief Liao and Mr. Ba. If he does such a conscienceless thing, even if he changes jobs, his career will probably be short-lived and bleak at best.

After weighing the pros and cons between money and his dream of becoming a gold medal editor, Zou Ping stayed true to his original aspiration and continued to stay at Harvest magazine.

Seeing that Li Heng was reading news reports about "Cultural Journey" with great interest, with a faint smile on his lips from time to time, Liu Yue, who had ignored him for two classes, couldn't help herself.

She wrote a note asking: Have you also read "Cultural Journey"?
Li Heng was absorbed in reading news comments. He was startled by the sudden note. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He picked up a pen and wrote: Look.

The reply was brief and to the point, mainly stating that I was busy.

However, Liu Yue didn't intend to let him go, and wrote: What do you think of my writing?
Ask me how I wrote?
Wow! Isn’t this the flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple?
Li Heng pointed at the news comments in the newspaper and replied shamelessly: Everyone is praising me! Tsinghua professors praised me, Peking University professors praised me, literary writers praised me, and literary critics are still praising me. You ask me how I write? In one word, awesome!
Li Heng was in such a good mood that he wrote happily on the spur of the moment. He was too lazy to rewrite the paper and just handed it directly to his deskmate.

Liu Yue looked strange after reading it.

These words are totally inconsistent with Li Heng's calm personality. If I hadn't just seen him write them with my own eyes, I would have had a lot of doubts.

However, although the tone is a bit exaggerated, the content is solid and realistic.

This reminded her of the scene when she went to buy "Harvest" magazine last weekend. Readers from Xinhua Bookstore and various newsstands flocked to the store. There were so many people that they even spontaneously lined up to buy the magazine. This was really beyond Liu Yue's expectations.

Apart from getting food in the cafeteria, she didn't expect that people would queue up to buy a book, and queue for half an hour or even longer. The grand scene really made her jaw-dropping and opened her eyes.

She queued up three times that day, each time for more than 3 minutes. As a result, the books were out of stock every time it was almost her turn. The salesperson told them that the stock had been sold out and they needed to wait for the next batch of books.

That day, she ran to several Xinhua bookstores and no less than seven newsstands, but found nothing. Finally, she went to her aunt's house and got the latest edition of "Harvest" magazine.

She still remembers the scene at that time. After taking a bath, her aunt lazily lay on the sofa in her nightgown and read a book, "Cultural Journey".

Liu Yue sat over and asked, "Aunt, is Cultural Journey so good? You are watching it, and so are dad and grandpa."

Huang Zhaoyi didn't even raise her head: "Of course."

Liu Yue asked again: "Which is better, "To Live"? Or "Cultural Journey"? "

Huang Zhaoyi replied: "They are different themes, both are good."

After a pause, she added, "But I may prefer "Cultural Journey". The writing is so beautiful and full of artistic conception. When the book is finished, I will travel to all the places in the book."

Hearing this, Liu Yue looked at the aunt who was in a trance and suddenly asked, "Aunt, do you like the writer December?"

The air suddenly stagnated!

Huang Zhaoyi pinched the page between her thumb and index finger and slowly raised her head. "Did your mother tell you?"

Liu Yue said slowly, "Need I tell you? I guessed it!"

Huang Zhaoyi stared at her niece without saying a word.

Liu Yue explained: "Apart from Peking Opera, you don't care much about other things, aunt.

But every time I read a writer's December book, I feel most relaxed and enjoy it, and I read the same book over and over again ten times. This is unprecedented and very abnormal. "

Huang Zhaoyi is 33 years old this year and has long been able to read people's minds. "What else did your mother tell you?"

Liu Yue's eyes flashed: "I accidentally saw the letters in your drawer a while ago, the letters between you and the writer December." Hearing this, Huang Zhaoyi did not blame her, but said: "That's right, I thought my house was robbed. Next time you peek at my letters, remember to put them back in order. Two of them are in the wrong order."

Liu Yue reached out and held her aunt's arm: "Did you know this a long time ago?"

Huang Zhaoyi said: "Not only did I know, I also guessed it was you. Nothing was missing from the house, and you knew exactly where my keys were."

Liu Yue smiled and said, "I deliberately put the two letters upside down."

Huang Zhaoyi was stunned for a moment, then she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You devilish girl, you are trying to trick me. Tell me, what else do you want to ask?"

Liu Yue continued with the previous question: "Are you in love with the writer December?"

Faced with this question, Huang Zhaoyi pondered for a long time and finally shook her head: "I am not sure either, but I should admire the words he wrote."

Liu Yue asked: "Have you seen each other?"

Huang Zhaoyi nodded: "Yes, but we haven't met formally."

Liu Yue was puzzled: "Why not meet formally?"

Huang Zhaoyi said: "The time is not right yet."

Liu Yue was curious: "What does the other person look like? How old is he? What kind of job does he do?"

Huang Zhaoyi turned her head and stared into her niece's eyes, saying meaningfully, "Don't be curious, don't ask, or you will end up in an irretrievable situation like your aunt."

"So, you've fallen in love with him?" Liu Yue's eyes were shining with a strange light.

"It's too early to say whether you love or not. However."

At this point, Huang Zhaoyi no longer concealed it and sighed softly: "This kind of bond is abnormal, I dare not speak of it, and I cannot speak further.

But my aunt likes to see him very much, even though she is so close that she can’t say hello.”

Liu Yue opened her mouth, her previous cleverness gone, and asked sympathetically, "Why?"

Huang Zhaoyi said nothing.

Liu Yue continued to ask: "Is the other party married? Or does he have children and grandchildren? Why don't you dare to speak easily?"

Huang Zhaoyi shook her head and remained silent.

Liu Yue complained: "Then what are you worried about? Even if the other party is married, what? With your conditions, you still can't get it?"

Huang Zhaoyi sighed again and said earnestly: "Men and women in this world, as long as they are involved in a relationship, will automatically put aside their status and cater to each other. If they can't, then it's not true.

Yueyue, let’s stop here. Listen to my aunt’s advice. Don’t inquire about the identity of the writer December, or we will be in trouble in the future.”

Liu Yue asked: "What will happen?"

Huang Zhaoyi hesitated to speak.

Liu Yue asked with a half-smile, "Aunt, are you afraid that I will be like you and fall in love with the other person unconsciously? And then it will be very awkward to meet each other in the future?"

After looking at each other for a long time, Huang Zhaoyi said inexplicably: "Maybe I haven't been out for the past two days, so my thinking has become narrow. But if that day really comes, your aunt will not become a stumbling block for you."

Hearing this, Liu Yue rolled up her sleeves and said softly, "Don't worry, auntie, go and pursue the bond in your heart bravely.

I am not interested in older men. No matter how attractive he is, he is still an old man. I am good at attracting young artistic ladies like you. I want to study abroad in the future and do something big. "

Huang Zhaoyi asked: "What career do you want to pursue in the future?"

Liu Yue looked longing: "Open a technology company."

Huang Zhaoyi was surprised: "Why is it a technology company?"

Liu Yue said: "After the college entrance examination, I spent 5 cents to buy a copy of "Fire of Silicon Valley" during the summer vacation. I was deeply shocked after reading it. I want to go abroad to learn advanced foreign experience in the future, and then return to China to start a high-tech company of our own."

Huang Zhaoyi seemed to be thinking about something. "I seem to have heard of this book somewhere before. It's about a guy named Joe or something. It's about computers, right?"

Liu Yue said: "Jobs."

Huang Zhaoyi said: "Then you studied the wrong major."

Liu Yue was very confident: "It doesn't matter. I treat it as my second major now. I will audit the computer department when I have time, and further my studies after I go abroad in the future."

Huang Zhaoyi didn't give any advice or comment after listening. It is said that interest is the best teacher. Maybe after this enthusiasm has passed, Yueyue will have different ideas in two years.

As her thoughts turned, Liu Yue pulled her attention back to the classroom and wrote on a piece of paper: You are also from Shao City in southern Hunan. Have you heard from the grapevine how old the writer December is this year?
The same age as you, 18! Not even 19 yet! Li Heng complained inwardly and replied: Our area is mountainous and hilly, with poor transportation and inconvenient information transmission. I haven't heard of it.

Liu Yue didn't give up and wrote again: So how old do you think this writer is?
Li Heng replied: Why do you keep asking this?
Liu Yue wrote: Curious.

Li Heng replied casually: Curiosity kills the cat, it’s better not to be curious.

Looking down at the words on the paper, Liu Yue couldn't help but think of her aunt's advice: Don't be curious! Don't be curious!

After a while, she put the note away, didn't ask any more questions, and concentrated on the class.

After reading today's newspaper, Li Heng continued to study the literature and research the local cultural history of Shanghai. He asked Editor-in-Chief Liao to get all of these. There were a total of 10 stacks of information, enough for him to read for half a month.

In the fifth class, the middle-aged female teacher of the Ideological and Political Theory class asked sternly: "Who is Li Heng? Stand up so I can see him?"

After hearing this, the whole class turned their eyes to Li Heng.

Liu Yue didn't have time to write, so she lowered her head and reminded him in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"It's probably because you skipped classes. This teacher is the head of the school and is notoriously difficult to get along with. Don't disobey him."

So that's what it is. Li Heng knew what was going on and stood up amid everyone's holding their breath.

The Ideology teacher was a little short and a little plump. Judging from her appearance, she should have a good living condition. She came down from the podium, came to Li Heng, and scanned him with a robotic look.

After a long time, the ideological and political teacher warned: "If you skip class again, I don't care who you are, even if you are the king of the world, you won't have to take the final exam!"

Li Heng had a headache. In his two lives, this was the second time he met such a stubborn teacher.

But that is only the case these days. If it were in the future, oh! In order to survive, which teacher would not be slippery?

Besides, don’t miss classes! Is that possible?
He couldn't guarantee that if inspiration came, he would definitely skip classes to write.

It seems that I need to burn incense to the principal and the director more often, otherwise I will have no place to cry in the future.

Not taking it too seriously, Li Heng opened the ideological and political theory textbook and secretly went back to his old job, studying literature.

This time, Liu Yue finally started to play a role. Whenever the ideological and political teacher looked at him, she would kick him under the table, and he would raise his head in time.

When the sixth class was over, Liu Yue stretched and said mercilessly, "Don't sit with me in the future, or you'll cause trouble for me."

Li Heng agreed readily, "Okay, I'll sit in the back corner."

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