1985, the year of the great writer, began with Infernal Affairs!

Chapter 95 What exactly did you do? (Seeking first subscription)

Shaoping and Xiaoxia went on a date on Guta Mountain.

Xiaoxia said, "Shaoping, do you know how much I love you?"

Shaoping said, "I know."

Xiaoxia said, "You don't know anything."

They stood on the mountaintop, looking down at Huangyuan City, where lights began to illuminate the city one by one.

After Xiaoxia's death, Shaoping went to keep their appointment.

On Guta Mountain, the old locust tree is still there.

He sat there alone, from dawn till dusk.

He left and never came back.

When Shao'an's brick kiln first started, he made some money. He kept a clear account of everything, paying off all the debts and distributing all the money.

Xiulian wanted to keep some money for herself, but he wouldn't allow it.

Xiulian had a fight with him and in the end didn't stay.

After Li Xiangqian had his leg amputated, Runye began to take care of him.

She wiped his body, fed him, and pushed him out to bask in the sun.

One day, Li Xiangqian suddenly asked her, "Runye, do you pity me?"

Runye shook her head and said, "No."

Li Xiangqian looked at her, and tears welled up in his eyes.

When Jinbo went to Qinghai to serve in the army, he met a beautiful girl at the military horse farm. He and the girl never had a normal verbal communication, but greeted each other with songs and their hometown dialects that neither of them could understand. They then expressed their admiration for each other with gestures. As a result, the two young people's hearts sparked with love.

Because of this incident, Jinbo was forced to return to his hometown. Before leaving, he did not see the girl, but instead received a white tea mug left by her.

But he always remembered that Tibetan girl and the Qinghai folk songs she sang.

Each scene is etched into my mind.

Xie sat up straight, picked up his pen, and wrote a few more words on the manuscript paper.

Shuangshui Village, Sun Shaoan, Sun Shaoping, Tian Xiaoxia.

As he looked at those names, a flood of thoughts suddenly welled up in his mind that he wanted to write.

These ideas all grow from the soil, flowing from the hearts of those who toil in the fields.

It is written about northern Shaanxi, but it is also about any piece of land where Xie Law Firm lives.

It depicts that era, but it can also depict any era, as long as there are still people struggling on the land, struggling in life, and struggling in love.

Xie Lu recalled the beginning of this work.

"In February or March of 1975, on an ordinary day, a light drizzle mixed with a few snowflakes was falling gently onto the earth."

The season is almost at the Awakening of Insects, so the snow will naturally not remain. Often, it will disappear without a trace before it even hits the ground.

The harsh and long winter on the Loess Plateau seems to be coming to an end, but the truly warm spring is still far away.

Xie Lu could never forget this monologue opening, no matter how many times he watched it.

Xie silently recited these words once, then put down his pen.

I'll just write this.

I will not change or alter the content; I will simply write about northern Shaanxi, about Shuangshui Village, and about the people and events there.

It is the most authentic depiction of rural changes and the most authentic portrayal of the spirit of farmers.

No one could write it better.

All Xie Lv needs to do is write it down.

No need to add or change anything.

Teacher Lu has already written it down. All he needs to do is act as a recorder, taking it out of his memory and writing it down word by word on the manuscript paper.

Xie Lu leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

He picked up his pen and rewrote those five words on the manuscript paper.

An ordinary world.

Then start writing on a new line:

In February or March of 1975, on an ordinary day, a light drizzle mixed with a few snowflakes was gently falling onto the earth...

The pen tip scratched on the paper.

He forgot everything: the light outside the window, the lamp overhead.

Only those words, one by one, flowed from the tip of the pen, falling onto the blank manuscript paper, falling into this quiet little room where he was all alone.

Xie Lu spent the whole morning writing in that small room.

"Ordinary World" consists of three parts, totaling more than 1.1 million words.

This number sounds alarming, but Xie Lu knew exactly what it meant.

There's still a month until the submission deadline, which is plenty of time.

He doesn't need to think about plots or make up stories; he just needs to write down what's in his head, word by word. It won't be slow.

He buried himself in writing, putting aside each sheet of paper he finished before taking out a new one.

The pen filled up with ink once, then filled up again.

The curtains were drawn inside, and the dim yellow light was always on, making it impossible to tell what time it was outside.

I don't know how long I wrote, but my stomach growled.

He didn't pay attention and continued writing.

After writing a few more pages, my stomach growled again, this time louder and a little painful.

He put down his pen and glanced at his watch.

It's 12:20.

He froze for a moment.

He remembered arriving just after class; how did it suddenly become noon?

He stood up and stretched his neck, which was a little stiff, and his shoulders were a little sore.

He counted the stack of manuscript paper; it was about ten pages long.

I locked the door, went downstairs, and headed to the cafeteria.

The sun is shining brightly, and it feels warm and cozy on my skin.

I ran into a few classmates I knew on the way, and we nodded to each other as a greeting.

He was still thinking about what he had just written, and he walked slowly and leisurely.

The cafeteria was already quite crowded.

He got his food and carried his tray to find a seat.

I glanced around and saw Chen Xiangdong and a few others sitting at the table by the window.

He walked over and sat down next to them.

Chu Yunfei was engrossed in eating when he looked up at him, his mouth bulging, and mumbled, "Fourth brother, where did you go this morning? I haven't seen you since get out of class ended."

Xie Lu picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of food, and said, "I have something to say."

"What's wrong?" Chu Yunfei swallowed the food in his mouth, staring at him. "What is it?"

"It's nothing."

Chu Yunfei wanted to ask something more, but Chen Xiangdong glanced at him and said, "Just eat, why ask so many questions?"

Chu Yunfei pursed his lips and didn't ask any more questions.

After dinner, the four of them went back to the dormitory together.

Xie Lu lay down on his bed and closed his eyes to rest.

I've been writing all morning, and my eyes and brain are tired.

I have classes this afternoon, so I need to rest up.

Chu Yunfei lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He turned to the side and glanced down.

Xie Lu lay there with his eyes closed, breathing steadily, as if he were asleep.

As he looked at Xie Lu's face, that thought popped into his head again.

Xie Lu has been frequently called away by Dean Zhou these days, and he knows that.

They discussed it at first, but later they got used to it and stopped taking it seriously.

But in the past few days, Xie Lu has either been called away or disappeared after class.

Sometimes I don't even come back to sleep at noon.

I clearly didn't see Dean Zhou come to see him this morning, so where did he go?

What exactly did they go about?

Is the fourth brother doing something shady?

We can't let the fourth son go down the path of crime.