Age: My Small World

As he wrote, Yang Jun felt deeply moved when he read his own works.

He incorporated a lot of rhetorical devices, using almost everything he had learned.

When I came to my senses, it was already noon.

The people around me had already gone to eat, and only the sound of sobbing was left next to me.

"Xu Yan, what are you doing?"

"Who told you to write so well? It made people cry."

Xu Yan rubbed her eyes. The red eye sockets showed that she was really engrossed in reading and was immersed in the story.

"It's just a story, don't take it seriously." Yang Jun comforted her.

Xu Yan shook her head:

"Although it may seem like a story to you, I think it's the truth. Most people who lived through that era have experienced similar things. It was extremely difficult for women to survive."

I didn’t expect Xu Yan could feel the same way.

But it's also true that she was born at the most chaotic time, and she also experienced that kind of pain since childhood.

"Especially after Sun Xiaoyu's child was born, she gradually transformed from a young girl into a mother. This is the greatness of a mother."

The subsequent stories of Yang Jun are equally deeply rooted in people's hearts. What he wants is to arouse people's feelings and sympathy from the bottom of their hearts, and then use the method of first suppressing and then praising to severely torture the readers, and then vent this anger in the ending.

If the reader is depressed from the beginning to the end, it may leave a deep impression on him, but he will also feel a lot of resentment, and there is no guarantee that a reader who likes him will come after him later.

Therefore, Yang Jun's ending often does not set a trap.

"Yang Jun, your story is really well written. I'll help you write a letter to my uncle."

Xu Yan became serious.

It might have been a joke in the morning, but now she was definitely not joking.

Yang Jun raised his eyebrows, picked up the manuscript paper and put it in his arms.

"Let me finish writing first."

Even a short story of only tens of thousands of words cannot be completed in one day. Moreover, since it is his own work, it takes some time to polish it. It will take about three days to finish it.

"I'm serious, I'm not lying to you, this is valid at any time."

Xu Yan continued.

"Let's go, let's eat."

Yang Jun waved his hand and left the classroom first.

When I arrived at the cafeteria, I saw Lego and the others eating today's meal together.

Even though everyone has subsidies, their food is actually quite simple. For example, on weekdays they just eat some steamed buns made of two-grain flour and some vegetables.

According to him, they wouldn't dare to eat such good food at home for a whole month.

Yes, two-grain flour is still a pretty good flour. Most people still eat simple cornmeal or mixed flour with wheat bran.

Sometimes, when you live in a beautiful environment for too long, you really think that all places in the world are the same as the one around you, but in fact, they are absolutely different.

"Okay, you guys, you didn't even take me with you to eat, and you didn't even call me." Yang Jun got his meal and sat next to Lu Liangjun.

Among the four, he was the only one who always liked to remain silent, which made his presence very low. In fact, Lego and Wang Chong didn't really like to play with him.

"Brother Jun, where didn't we call you? We called you several times, but then the squad leader stopped us and said we couldn't disturb you while you were writing." Wang Chong shrugged.

Now Yang Jun knew that it was Xu Yan's fault.

"Okay, eat first."

Several people were enjoying themselves, each eating a steamed bun.

Yang Jun's thoughts were also like water, and his desire for delicious food was suppressed at this moment.

After finishing their meal, they returned to the classroom arm in arm again.

When I arrived, I saw Xu Yan sitting in her seat, somewhat distracted, flipping a steamed bun between her hands without eating it. "Squad leader, please don't drop this bun, it's such a waste."

Lego chuckled, bringing Xu Yan back to her senses.

"oh oh."

She quickly withdrew her hand, then put the steamed bun to her mouth and ate it in small bites, but her eyes were looking at Yang Jun.

“Are you going to start writing again?”

Her eyes were full of anticipation, and it was obvious that she was a super reader waiting for updates.

"Uh, how about you wait until I finish writing it before you read it? I haven't even submitted it yet, and you've already read it."

"I wouldn't plagiarize your article." Xu Yan's cheeks were a little red, because she was angry.

"Then don't tell anyone."

Yang Jun was too lazy to care about her and just let her watch.

So their situation returned to the time when one person wrote and the other read.

It was not until the teacher called Xu Yan's name that she woke up.

Yang Jun also looked up and found that this class was actually taught by Mr. Shen. No wonder the class monitor was doomed. If she didn't look up at the blackboard, Mr. Shen would definitely be suspicious.

And why not care about Yang Jun? Because his strength is there, and his results speak for themselves.

"Teacher, I don't know how to do this."

Shen Tang's face turned slightly dark. He really didn't know what he, the class monitor, was doing during class. He couldn't even concentrate on the lesson.

"Go stand in the back and don't block other students from seeing the blackboard."

"Yes, teacher." Xu Yan walked obediently to the end and stood upright against the wall.

Shen Tang didn't want to bother with Yang Jun at first, but things had come to this point, and he would feel unwilling not to go and see what he was doing.

So he walked down slowly and soon came to Yang Jun's side.

"Ok?"

Seeing the densely packed words in front of him, he initially thought that Yang Jun was copying from a textbook.

But after a closer look, it turned out to be a novel.

"Yang Jun, come to my office after class." Shen Tang slammed his desk heavily, looking disappointed in him.

"I understand, teacher." Yang Jun didn't even raise his head.

Seeing him like this, Shen Tang turned his head away with some pain. He really didn't know whether such indulgence was right or wrong. He decided to see what Yang Jun himself said first.

After class, Xu Yan returned to her seat, and Yang Jun went to Shen Tang's office.

In the huge office, each teacher has his or her own office desk, and some even have the leisure to grow some small flowers on the desk.

Shen Tang’s office is still the same as always, so simple.

His shiny hair was combed neatly and his clothes were meticulously dressed. One could tell at a glance that he was a bit of a germaphobe.

"Teacher, you are looking for me."

"Well, sit down."

The chair Shen Tang was sitting on was an ordinary square stool, and he handed Yang Jun a small stool.

"Well, tell me honestly what you were doing during class."

"What else can I do? I'll write something."

Yang Jun didn't hide it from Shen Tang, after all, this was not the office's business.

"You're so brave! What on earth were you writing about? You made Xu Yan so confused. I won't let you do that next time." (End of this chapter)