Lin Haven arranged the affairs of the capital, fortunately, "When Mother-in-law Meets Mother" has entered the filming process, and the poetry collection is almost ready, as long as the seminar is held on the 4th of next month--it is a very lofty arrangement that belongs to the kind of old writers. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info company, he still found a new place, mainly because there is no place to install a recording studio, must be replaced, this matter, Lin Haven also handed over to Mugu to contact, after the decoration is scattered, it will be at least summer to move in, at that time it is estimated that the college entrance examination is over.

Only then did he inform all parties that he was going back to Linchuan City.

Lu Songhua was stunned when he heard this, "The poetry collection is about to be released, I also said that I will take you to visit a few people, why are you going back to Linchuan?"

Lu Dong was even more anxious, "Are you going to run? I won't let you go to the event, can't you do it?" You really can't go, you still have to control the script." In two days, I'm going to invite you to the set and tape. ”

Lin Haiwen replied uniformly that he wanted to go back to prepare for the college entrance examination.

On the other end of the phone, there must be silence for a while, and then there is an unnatural "oh".

This is still a high school student, this one is still going to the college entrance examination, and this one is only 17 years old.

What else can be said?

Although he went to the capital again after the Chinese New Year, when he returned to Linchuan and walked out of the high-speed rail station at this moment, Lin Haven still had a little bit of a sense of not returning home for a long time. The capital is too big, the Internet is bigger, it's always easy to rush the little Linchuan to the small corner of memory, the Nancheng snack has a strong accent, the proprietress with a full sense of justice, the teddy of the first middle school, the little black sister of 143, and the old Han and the old man Wang...... Tsk, it's always going farther and farther.

When he saw Lin Zuodong, he was shocked, "Is it a weekend today?" ”

"No, I specially asked for leave to come out to pick you up. "Lin Zuodong is quite excited, he has done relatively little about this matter. When Lin Haven returned to Linchuan a year ago, he didn't come to pick him up.

Lin Haven glanced behind him, there was no bicycle, "You took a taxi?"

"Well, why don't I pedal my bike?"

The high-speed rail station is still far away from the "Linchuan Evening News" newspaper office and Fenglin Community.

After the two of them lined up and got into the taxi, Lin Zuodong glanced at him, and he saw that he was a little weak-hearted, "Master, go ...... the "Linchuan Evening News" newspaper." ”

Oh~~

"I haven't gotten off work yet, so we'll go back together later, and you can come to me for a while. Lin Zuodong cleared his throat, "How was the exam?

It's such an unnatural homely routine, so don't pull it, right?

Sure enough, when Lin Haven arrived at the newspaper, many people were waiting, and it had been more than half a year since he came over last time.

It can be said that it is a time, a time.

The editors who took the journal "Ancient Poetry and Guanzhi" and asked him to sign it were not one or two, but two female editors who took Bian Wanrou's "Ancient Rhyme and Tenderness" album to ask him to sign. Lin Zuodong stood on the side and watched, saying a sentence from time to time, just like the old lady.

"Hey, Xiao Xiao, you hold so many to sign and eat as a meal?"

"Don't squeeze that guy, don't squeeze him. ”

After working for more than half an hour, Lin Haven settled everyone down, and when he was about to sit down and rest, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper came.

"Oh, Lin Da Poet, come to my office and sit down?"

Well?

Lin Haven doesn't care, after all, he is his father's boss, and he can't afford not to give face, and now the editor-in-chief of a municipal newspaper is indeed not a great figure, and it is not the same as last summer. Lin Haven still remembers that in order to compete for the layout for Lin Zuodong, he also spent a puppet, and he never drew a puppet again - it was really a rebellious thing, but it was a pity that he wasted it.

I sat at Editor-in-Chief Han for a while, exchanged a few pleasantries, and listened to him compliment him a few times before talking about the things they were going to revise.

"As for the cultural version, the emotional garden has already made a word of mouth, but the response of the story will be relatively poor. Therefore, our president, secretary, and editors at all levels, including your father, felt the need for a revision. Of course, it's still your father who is in charge of the new cultural version, and this won't change. As for the current direction, one is the serialization of novels, which is also more difficult, and good novel writers are not so willing to submit to one of our local newspapers. The second is to open up a poetry column, both ancient and modern poems, mainly for the people of Linchuan to cultivate poetry literacy. After all, we are also very rare in Linchuan, and there is a great poet. ”

Lin Haiwen's eyes were bright, and his face showed a little confusion, "Oh, what do you mean?"

"Ahem, we also hope that you can support the construction of the newspaper in your hometown, and if you can publish your works in this new poetry section, you will definitely be able to attract quite a lot of poetry writers. The emotional garden is a good example, and now the emotional mouth of our "Linchuan Evening News" is also very famous in Hedong Province, and there are also authors in other provinces. It's all because you're here and, of course, your father's hard work. ”

As expected.

Lin Haven smiled, "What do you mean is for me to post a piece of work in your new section and make a name for yourself, right? Yes, no problem." ”

This is inevitable, hometown people, hometown people, you are a top leader, you also have to take care of your hometown people, contribute a poem, Lin Haven is still no problem, this point of Linchuan people's consciousness, he also has it. Editor-in-Chief Han looked unspeakable, so much so that he had a good impression.

"It's really no problem, you can see when you want, just let my dad tell me. ”

"Thank you for your support, hmm......" Editor-in-Chief Han drank several sips of water in a row, not looking like he had completed the task.

"Do you have anything else going on?"

"Haven, I'm an old colleague with your father, so I'll take it and say it straight. The society, and even the city, hope that in the future, you will publish all your poems in that new section of our newspaper and support us in making it a nationally renowned poetry column. ”

Lin Haven hadn't been so shocked in a long time.

Bao Yuan's poems?

Even the things that "Ancient Poetry Guanzhi" didn't dare to think of, and the poems that couldn't even be obtained from the supplement of "People's Literature and Art", "Linchuan Evening News" is going to be round?

In the society, in the city?

Lin Haiwen suddenly remembered that Gu Haiyan was here, and he forgot the feeling, after all, it was not so ecstatic. If you want to talk about the city, she is really in charge.

"Well, Editor-in-Chief Han, I'll think about it later, and then I'll give you an answer?"

If he still said that he had to reply on the spot, Lin Haven was going to throw the teacup in his face.

Fortunately, the tragedy did not happen. (To be continued.) )