Lu Menglin, a sophomore in high school, published a novel in "Science Fiction World", like a sudden typhoon, which soon swept through the entire Liufang No. 1 Middle School.

At first, the students were a little skeptical, because this kind of thing was too far away from their campus life.

The identity of a science fiction author is difficult for ordinary high school students to understand, and in their cognition, the difficulty and probability of this kind of thing should be at least the same level as being admitted to college, right?

It wasn't until the principal and the director of education came to the classroom in person to summon Lu Menglin, and then made the news of "Lu Menglin, a student of this school, published a novel in Science Fiction World magazine" into a big red good news and posted it at the school gate, that the matter was completely known to the teachers and students of the school.

Soon, students from other classes came to the door and window of Lu Menglin's class, some came to ask how to write novels, some came to ask how to publish novels in journals, and some simply seemed to come to see the Western scenery, just to see what the legendary genius literary boy looked like.

Of course, more people directly took the newly bought issue of "Science Fiction World" to ask for autographs.

Rao is Lu Menglin's skin thickness is extraordinary, and he can't stand the endless stream of so many people watching giant pandas in a zoo.

It seems that there is only one way to skip class. When Lu Menglin asked the fat man Wang Shaoxiao to skip class together, he was rejected by the fat man's righteous and awe-inspiring refusal.

"No! You are a genius! How can you skip class? Don't even think about such a shameful thought!" The fat man's head shook like a drum, and his hands were on his chest, like guarding a chaste girl.

"Besides, if I take you to skip class, I'll probably be tied to a tree and burned to death by those people!

"I just... Alas, forget it!" Lu Menglin had no choice but to skip class by himself.

Lu Menglin returned to his new seat, cleaned up briefly, and secretly glanced at Su Xuejian, and found that the class leader was as calm as water, and did not seem to be affected in any way.

"Then I'll withdraw first?" Lu Menglin whispered.

Su Xuechen blinked, and quietly pushed the draft book in his hand to the left.

"I'll see you at the old place next night!" someone wrote a small line in Juanxiu's handwriting in the sketchbook.

Lu Menglin was so happy that his heart almost blossomed, and while humming a small tune, he strode out of the classroom under the fat man's extremely resentful gaze.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, it was the time for the female workers of the textile factory to go to work, looking at the group of female textile workers wearing blue cloth and wearing white aprons on the road, this familiar picture made Lu Menglin a little stunned.

Mom is also one of these female weavers, they work long hours, the middle shift starts at 4 p.m. and does not leave work until the early hours of the morning, and often works overtime, dedicating the best youth to the roaring loom all day long.

And what they end up with is poverty after being laid off, the hardships of life, and the uncertainty of the future.

Little did they know that in just two years, more than half of them would face a wave of layoffs and lose a stable source of income.

Even for a long time, they would go to the vegetable market together to pick up the leftover rotten vegetable leaves to satisfy their stomachs, and their husbands had to leave their familiar hometown and go to another country in order to live.

And among them, in order to feed their children, some did not hesitate to give up their dignity, wear heavy makeup, enter places of sensuality, and endure insults.

Thinking of this, Lu Menglin shook his head, no matter what, he would not let his parents become a member of the laid-off tide army, and then the whole family endured embarrassment for a long time.

When Lu Menglin returned home, Lu's mother was about to cook, and when she saw her son coming back, she hurriedly came out of the kitchen.

"Menglin, why did you get out of school so early today?" Lu's mother asked with a smile.

Lu Menglin replied with a smile: "I'm too lazy to attend the next two physical education classes, come back and make up for sleep." Mom, is my dad coming back for dinner today?

"Yes, it's rare that your dad comes home for dinner today, and I'm thinking about making a few good dishes!" Lu's mother smiled as she tied her apron.

"Oh! Then I'm back just in time, and I'm blessed again! What good dishes are you eating today?" Lu Menglin asked happily.

By the way, Menglin, have you heard of something? There is a rumor in our workshop that a student from your first middle school published a novel in a magazine and earned hundreds of manuscript fees at once!

"Oh, I heard that!" Lu Menglin said with a happy smile.

Mother Lu sighed with a leisurely expression: "It's better to study! You can earn hundreds of dollars by writing anything, and we only earn a few hundred yuan after working hard in the factory for a month." ”

"They are all the same age, you have to learn from others, study hard, and make a lot of money in the future, understand?" Lu's mother said to her son in such a serious tone.

Lu Menglin laughed and replied, "Got it! Mom, I'll study hard." But I don't have to learn from him!"

"What is the ability of others! You can earn hundreds of dollars with a pen at a young age, why don't you have to learn from him? You kid, you must be modest, you know?" Lu's mother probably envied other people's children for a long time, so it was rare to lecture her son so seriously.

Lu Menglin picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip lightly, and then smiled slowly: "Of course I don't have to learn from him, because I am him!"

Lu's mother hadn't heard it too clearly, she was stunned at first, and then she watched her son laugh badly, and suddenly reacted.

"Son, what are you talking about, don't tease your mother!" Lu's mother spoke half-jokingly and half-seriously, even if she heard it with her own ears, she couldn't believe that the excellent child of someone else's family was her own son.

"yes, I wrote that novel, and it's been published. This is a sample issue. Also, the manuscript fee is not a few hundred yuan, but more than three thousand yuan!" Lu Menglin said with a smile.

Hearing only a bang, the spatula in Lu's mother's hand fell directly to the floor in shock, and jumped a few times, just like her mother's mood at the moment.

"What?" Lu's mother didn't care about picking up the spatula, but strode in front of her son, staring at the magazine on the desktop and the manuscript fee remittance notice.

Lu Menglin opened the catalog, pointed to the place marked with his name, and handed it to his mother.

Lu's mother looked at the name of her son who was printed in lead, and suddenly she didn't know whether to be happy or cry with joy.

"This, this, this is you!" Lu's mother's tone became stammering, with tears in her eyes.

When she saw the numbers on the remittance slip, her blurred eyes suddenly brightened again, and she looked at the list again and again, clinging to her chest.

Compared with the 3,000 yuan, the mother is of course happier than her son. It seems that overnight, my son grew up and gave himself a surprise that exceeded his expectations.

"Mom, where is my ID card? Lu Menglin looked at his mother's excited appearance, and was also very happy in his heart, and asked casually.

"Oh, oh, oh, with me! No, how can you take such a large sum of money from a little child! When Lu's mother heard that her son was going to withdraw the money, she immediately became nervous.

You must know that the three thousand yuan in this era, although it is not an astronomical amount, is definitely not a small amount of money, equivalent to one-fifth of the Lu family's savings, and equivalent to the tuition fee for Lu Menglin to go to college for half a year in the future.

"Okay, let my dad come with me tomorrow. Another thing, along with the sample issue, there is also an invitation letter, they want to invite me to the "Science Fiction World" annual conference, and I want to take a few days off and go over. Lu Menglin said.

"What is the annual meeting? Show me, it won't be a lie, right?" When Lu's mother heard these words, she suddenly became nervous again.

Lu Menglin handed the invitation in his hand to his mother, this is the invitation to the annual meeting of "Science Fiction World" to cutting-edge authors, there can be no fake, and who will send 3,000 yuan first to deceive people this year.

Mother Lu flipped through the invitation, looked at it again and again, suddenly raised her head, and asked beautifully: "Did you go to this meeting, you will be a writer in the future?"

"Uh... Not necessarily, but you should be able to see the world by attending this annual meeting. Last year they invited a lot of celebrities in the sci-fi world, and this year shouldn't be too bad. ”

"Son, if you tell your mother this, your mother won't understand. But Mom will definitely support you, if the money is not enough, Mom will give it to you! But Mom is very worried that you will go out alone! This says that you are going to Beijing!" Lu's mother said with a concerned face.

Mother and son were talking, and the sound of the key turning came from outside the door.

"I'm back!" With a loud and powerful voice, it was his father Lu Youshan who came back.

As soon as Lu Youshan entered the door, he saw his wife and son sitting at the coffee table, and he couldn't help but be happy.

I also said that I would talk to him when Menglin came back in the evening! Lu Youshan spoke quickly, and shouted as soon as he entered the door.

Mother Lu gave her husband a fierce look, and said angrily: "Your matter is important?

"What's the matter? Why don't you wait until I'm done?" Lu Youshan was stunned by what his wife said, with a suspicious face.

In his eyes, what can a wife and children do? It's all trivial things, and only his own affairs are big things.