The wind blew faintly, blowing the leaves and swaying merrily over the branches, and as the dancing wicker came out of its twisting reserve, and swayed boldly and greatly, the wind gradually became presumptuous, and after a few attempts to howl, it began to blow violently, and then dragged the clouds, lightning, and thunder to move out in unison, and to vent wantonly, and to look haughtily at the busy people, and to flee in all directions—

"Brother Xian" was immersed in the appreciation of the "carcass" when the dead branches and leaves flew across and slammed heavily on the window, and the room had obviously begun to be dull and gray; "Brother Xian" climbed on the window, looked at the black clouds in the western sky, and muttered: "The heavy rain is coming!" After saying that, "Brother Xian" hurriedly sealed it with brown paper according to the creases and stuffed it into his schoolbag; walked to the counter and followed the "Literary Monthly" Provide the remittance address, fill out the remittance form, go through the formalities, pout your butt, kick hard, push away the wind, face the dark clouds, and go straight to the school cafeteria.

"Brother Xian" and "Zhu Bajie eat the fruits of life", they almost poured the food directly into the stomach, saving a series of actions such as chewing to delay time, swallowing dates, and eating three times and five by two. When I came out of the restaurant, the rain drops the size of fingernails had been sporadically slamming on the ground, and there was a flash of lightning in the sky, followed by the thunder of "Boom, Boom, Boom—" from west to east.

"Brother Xian" hurriedly stepped on the bicycle, pushed the wind forward, and ran back to the dormitory. The door was still locked, and when Brother Xian opened it, it was obviously still a little stuffy in the room, and the pages on the table by the window were blown off by the wind, so he leaned over to pick them up one by one and pressed them against the telephone. "Brother Xian" sat down on the edge of the bed, put down his schoolbag, wiped his hands with a towel, tilted his head and blew the dust on the table with a big gulp, carefully took out the "carcass" wrapped in kraft paper from the bag, and opened it lightly, and the seductive, intoxicated, smooth, and warm "body" was once again exposed, like a delicate girl, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, bowing her head to her ears, pulling the bangs in front of her forehead with one hand, and looking at him shyly-

"Brother Xian" gently picked up a copy, reverently like a Buddha, cautiously opened it, carefully and carefully, carefully looked at the content of each page, turned to the table of contents page, excited, and couldn't hold back, searched for his name from top to bottom, and finally found: "Page 36 "Story" - Liu Guixian", eye-catching appeared in front of him, all kinds of strokes, structures like smart and changing light and shadow, flying and jumping in front of him. "Brother Xian" did not hesitate any longer, trembling with two fingertips, pinching the pages of the book, cocking his orchid fingers, and cautiously turning to page 36, the first thing that caught his eye was not the neat pen words that had become regular pencil characters, but a few hundred-yuan bills, "Brother Xian" picked them up, counted them, three hundred, and put them next to them; I took a look, which roughly means that the work was selected, and by the way, the manuscript fee was sent together with this issue of the publication; this time the following appeared, neatly arranged, black on white - the title "Story?" is the third Chinese amber font, the lower right "Liu Guixian" is the fourth bold Song style, the text is the small four Song style - "Brother Xian" carefully browsed, there is a feeling of reading other people's works, some can't believe that this is their own masterpiece, see the fifth italics at the end of the article "Author Profile", "Brother Xian" is satisfied, Smirked.

The wind outside the window is already small, but the pouring rain is "whooshing" underground, the dripping water in front of the eaves is pouring down like a pillar, there is no one on the road, it becomes an ocean, and the water that turns over the waves runs along the road, wrapped in filth, and rushes away to the mouth of the rainwater well, or the low-lying place——

"Brother Xian" pushed open the window, and a smell of earth and a hint of coolness flowed in; "Brother Xian" completely removed the kraft paper and counted it—the manuscript fee was 300 and 10 books and periodicals; he sandwiched the manuscript fee of 300 yuan in the book, took the book he had just flipped, and lay on the bed beautifully, crossed Erlang's legs, and shook and hummed the tune with the sound of rain and raindrops—

With the sound of "puff puff", the dormitory began to be noisy; "Brother Xian" got up and looked out the window, the rain was light, and there were more people jumping on the road to run to the dormitory; the sound of the rain was no longer audible, and the sound of running water and the sound of raindrops on the ground began to reflect each other.

After entering the door one by one, they grabbed towels to wipe their hair and folded their hair, and before "Brother Xian" had time to clean up the "stunner" on the table, "Brother Feng" came over and asked with concern: "Brother Xian, you haven't eaten like this--Before he finished speaking, he saw a stack of brand-new books and periodicals in his hand and on the table, as well as a hundred-yuan bill exposed, and then asked: Brother Xian, are you buying books or selling books?" "Brother Xian" smiled wryly, put the books in his hand on the bed, and went to pick up the books and money on the table, and began to clean up; picked up the book on the bed, saw the name of "Brother Xian", and read to himself: Liu Guixian-and then turned to the next page and looked at the following "author profile": Liu Guixian, formerly known as Liu Guixian, School of Liberal Arts, Gudu Normal University-

After reading it, "Brother Feng" held up the book and shouted loudly: "Brothers—brothers—come and see—Brother Xian's masterpiece—When the others heard it, they flocked to it, their heads crowded together, and they stood on tiptoe, competing to watch—"Brother Feng" moved out of the head and said solemnly: "Brother Xian—real people don't show their faces, they don't show their faces!" "Brother Xian" smiled embarrassedly, and said modestly: Brother Feng, don't make fun of me, ordinary journals are still thousands of miles away from the publication level of core journals!

"Brother Fei" smiled "hey, hey, hey", and interjected: "Brother Xian, this is last time, that night" - "Brother Xian" nodded happily and excitedly, and said: "Brother Fei, you are right, I have to thank you!" "Brother Shan" read it carefully, and said faintly: I can't envy - I can't envy it, we don't have that talent, we can only read textbooks! "Brother Xian" hugged his fist to "Brother Shan" and saluted, and said: "Brother Shan, the blind cat touches a dead mouse!"

After speaking, I looked out the window, the rain had completely stopped, the dark clouds had faded, the sky was brightened, and the dazzling sun seemed to be about to come out - "Brother Xian" looked at the time, put the remaining books into the cabinet, put the money in his trouser pocket, picked up his school bag, walked to the door, and said to everyone: Brothers, I will use the manuscript fee in two days - please eat!

After speaking, "Brother Xian" went downstairs, went straight to the north gate, and walked into the typing and copying department. He took a mess of handwritten manuscripts from the hostess's hand, and began to pound on the keyboard skillfully, the fan whirring, and the rhythmic beating of the keyboard, in this quiet atmosphere, until the sliding door was pushed open—