Age: My Small World

"Is Aunt Xie home?"

Yang Jun knocked on the door.

Then a head came close to the window: "What are you doing here?"

Xie Xiaobei looked at him in surprise.

But he still opened the door.

She stood behind the door and looked at Yang Jun hesitantly, wondering what he was doing.

Yang Jun didn't even bother to look at her: "Is Aunt Xie here?"

"Do you have something to do with my mother?"

"Never mind, it's the same for you."

Yang Jun took out a few glutinous rice cakes from behind him.

"I made some glutinous rice cakes at home, and my mother told me to let you try some too."

"Okay, take the things, I'm going back first."

Yang Jun stuffed it into her hand, leaving her stunned for a moment, then turned and left.

"Hey hey hey..." It was too late for Xie Xiaobei to say anything, as he walked into the house in the blink of an eye.

"What a jerk this guy is. He won't even let me say a word." She stamped her feet, but luckily she didn't send the things back.

When I got home, my mother called me and started preparing the dishes.

Yang Yumei came back just in time and went into the house as soon as the dishes were served.

"Wow, such a rich feast today?"

Her eyes lit up at the sight of the dishes on the table.

"You don't know Xiaoshan's personality yet. He likes to cook a large table of dishes."

Although I felt it was a bit of a waste, I still cooperated and continued cooking, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to cook later.

"Second sister, please sit down. Dinner is ready."

"Wait, let me lock the door first. I saw several kids standing at the door just now, staring at our house."

Yang Yumei was afraid that someone would knock on the door and want to come in. If someone saw such a large table of food, they would definitely tell people about it in the yard.

The old lady also nodded in understanding.

So the family closed the door and ate. During the meal, Yang Jun did notice a few little ones secretly smelling the fragrance not far away.

After dinner and some small talk, he went out to start his evening exercise.

Feeling full after a meal.

"Hu~ha~"

The sound was not loud but still attracted a few people to watch.

"Hey, Yang Jun, you can also box?"

The person who spoke was Xie Xiaobei. She was standing at the door with a bowl in her hand, eating. She had just finished her meal.

Yang Jun ignored her and continued to practice his moves.

Learning boxing is not a strange thing. In the past few years, everyone knew a little bit. After all, everyone was a soldier at that time.

It’s not bad now. If everyone hears someone is about to attack, they will definitely want to pick up their guns.

"Just keep quiet."

Xie Xiaobei muttered when he saw that he didn't answer.

"By the way, I haven't thanked you for the glutinous rice cakes you gave me just now. We all thought they were delicious. Thank you."

"No need, just thank my mother." Yang Jun was quite unmoved.

He knew people like Xie Xiaobei too well. Once he responded to him, he would probably become very familiar. If Xiaoyuer saw that scene, the consequences would be disastrous.

"cut!"

Seeing that he was still like this, Xie Xiaobei finally realized that he was asking for trouble. He finished the last bite of food and went into the house.

Yang Jun continued to practice his boxing skills.

It's different from the boxing techniques used in battle. If you practice it alone, each move looks quite entertaining rather than having a strong lethal effect.

Several children watched with great interest, but no one was willing to learn. If someone really wanted to learn, Yang Jun would not hesitate to teach him. After all, this was no longer the ancient times, and the habit of teachers holding back had long been broken.

In the future, even all the routines and moves can be found on the Internet, so there is nothing left to hide.

"You don't know the value of it." Yang Jun curled his lips and turned back to the house.

The next day.

Still go to school in the morning.

It takes quite a long time to ride a bike from Wangfujing back to school, and I have to get up at six in the morning.

"Brothers, I brought this for you."

Entering the classroom, Yang Jun took a few oil cakes and distributed them to Lego and the others.

"Hey, Jun brother, this is bleeding heavily today, just tell me what you want us to do."

Lego joked cheerfully.

He took the pancake without hesitation and took a big bite. The aroma of the oil made him close his eyes happily.

"fragrant!"

"Okay, eat yours."

Yang Jun patted him on the shoulder and said, "By the way, there is something I need you to do me a favor with."

Lego raised his eyebrows, swallowed the cake in his mouth, and said without hesitation: "Brother Jun, your orders."

"Don't tell me anything, just help me find some manuscript paper later."

"What the hell? You want to write? How come I didn't know you have this ability?" Lego used up all the Beijing dialect he had learned in the past two years in these few sentences.

“I just write something.”

Yang Jun really wanted to return to his old job.

When he was in school, he discovered that some topics could still be touched upon, as long as they were not taken too far.

And he still has a passion for writing, otherwise he would not have used it as an excuse before.

By the way, Editor Xu from the provincial newspaper would write to him from time to time, asking him to send his articles to the provincial newspaper if he had any, so that he could get them approved quickly.

Even though the current royalties are not as high as in the past two years, they are still not small. It’s just that it’s difficult to get that much profit share after publication.

At this time, Xu Yan in the front row turned around.

"Yang Jun, do you want to write an article?"

She was a little curious and surprised. She really didn't know that Yang Jun had such a skill.

The last time he made the blackboard newspaper, he had beautiful handwriting.

"By the way, my uncle works for the provincial newspaper in Shandong Province. If your article is okay, I'll ask my uncle to take a look at it for you. If there are no problems, it might even be published."

Yang Jun raised his brows.

Provincial newspaper, uncle surnamed Xu?

"Squad leader, your uncle's name isn't Xu Congwen, is it?"

This made Xu Yan shocked.

"How do you know? My uncle is indeed Xu Congwen."

Yang Jun patted his forehead. It turned out that Old Xu was Xu Yan's uncle. What a coincidence.

No wonder Xu Yan was able to get into Beijing University. It’s different to have a senior intellectual in the family.

"Yang Jun, you haven't answered me yet. How do you know my uncle? Have you known each other for a long time?"

"Well, I've read quite a few provincial newspapers, and they all have that editor in common. I'll naturally remember him after reading him for a while. Editor Xu has also published some articles, and I've read them all."

This was not to deceive Xu Yan, because he had indeed read the articles published by Xu Congwen. The main thing was to observe everyone's writing style, and then think about how he should write, without exceeding that limit.

And it's not just the present, he also has to consider the possible boundaries in the future, so he has not started writing yet.

It is definitely not true to say that he doesn't want to write. His dream of becoming a writer has never been extinguished.

Now that he is wielding swords and guns all day long, Yang Jun almost forgot that he used to make a living by writing.

"I can also earn some royalties to supplement my family income. At least it's earned through legitimate means." (End of this chapter)