By the time Huo Yaowen returned home by bus with watermelons, it was already more than six o'clock in the evening, but the days in summer were relatively long, and the sky was still dark.

"Brother, you bought watermelon!"

The younger sister Huo Tingting saw Huo Yaowen coming home with a big watermelon in her hand, and happily ran over to take the watermelon in his hand, looking at the green melon skin, thinking about the cool and delicious flesh inside, she subconsciously licked her lips, and her greedy nature was suddenly exposed.

Huo's mother heard the movement outside, walked out of the bedroom, and saw that her son came back and bought watermelons, and couldn't help complaining: "How did you buy watermelons and come back? This costs a lot of money." I heard that fruits are very expensive now, and when I was buying vegetables at the market two days ago, a pound of watermelon cost five millimeters. ”

"Almost. ”

Huo Yaowen knows Huo's mother's frugal character, and there are not many opportunities to eat raw fruits at home on weekdays, not that she is too poor to afford it, but Huo's mother has been thinking about saving money little by little, and keeping it for her son to buy a suite to get married. After all, Huo Yaowen is now 21 years old, and ten years ago, a man of his age could go to the museum to make soy sauce with a soy sauce bottle as a child. (Office: Small Grocery Store)

"The prices in Hong Kong are really getting more and more expensive. Huo's mother walked to the side of her younger sister Huo Tingting, took the watermelon, and said, "I'll go and put it in the water tank to ice it and eat it tomorrow." ”

"Eat now, Grandma. Huo Tingting greedily tugged at Huo's mother's arm and said coquettishly.

"Dead girl, I'm not afraid of diarrhea when I eat watermelon at night. Huo Mu nodded Huo Tingting's forehead angrily, and said, "I don't know who was going to eat popsicles at night last time, and I don't know how many times I got up and ran to the toilet at night." ”

My sister's stomach is not good, and once she eats too much cold things at night, she is prone to stomach upset, which is the case all year round, so Huo's mother strictly controls her food on weekdays.

"Okay. Huo Tingting reluctantly let go of her hand, she hadn't eaten watermelon for a long time, the last time was when Brother Ah graduated, when it was hot, Huo's father bought watermelon from outside and brought it back.

"Did Ah Wen eat? ”

"Okay, Grandma, I've been hungry for a long time. ”

Huo Yaowen replied to Huo's mother, turned his head and happened to see the little sister staring at the disappearing watermelon with a greedy face, and said with a smile: "Eat the same tomorrow, don't have diarrhea at night and make me sleep badly." ”

Huo Yaowen now sleeps on the floor in the living room, and he can sleep directly with a bamboo mat in summer, so if someone gets up at night to go to the toilet, he will be noisy, and he was a little noisy at first, but then he gradually got used to it.

"Hmph. Huo Tingting snorted arrogantly, not wanting to make more excuses with Huo Yaowen on this matter.

Seeing the arrogant appearance of the younger sister, Huo Yaowen smiled silently, he was an only child in his last life, and he had no older brothers and sisters, so there is a younger sister who likes to be coquettish and arrogant from time to time, which is quite interesting.

I thought that Huo Tingting would be as usual, arrogant for a while, pretending to ignore you, and then seeing that she ignored her, she came over again, completely without the arrogant appearance just now.

But Huo Yaowen didn't expect that in just a few seconds, the younger sister turned her head, stared at herself curiously, and asked, "Brother, I heard that you are going to write an article and submit it?"

"What did Ming Tsai tell you?" Huo Yaowen glanced back at his sister.

"yes, but he told me not to tell you that he said it. ”

"Huh. ”

Huo Yaowen burst out laughing, he wrote a novel and submitted it, except for Ming Tsai, basically no one knew, Ming Tsai asked the little sister not to tell him that he said it, isn't this an extra move!

The younger sister asked, "Brother, what kind of novel did you write, is it martial arts or science fiction, or is it prose and romance like Qiong Yao and Yishu?"

Huo Yaowen pondered for a moment and said, "Hmm...... A new genre of fiction. ”

"What is it?"

"Tomb robbing. ”

"Tomb robbery?" As soon as she heard this word, Huo Tingting's mind remembered the grave, and she had always been afraid of ghosts, so she couldn't help but shudder, and said a little timidly: "Brother, how do you write this kind of ghost story." ”

Huo Yaowen didn't want to explain to her sister that tomb robbery was not a ghost story, but when she thought of the ghosts and ghosts in it, and considering that she was afraid of these things, she didn't say anything, but said: "Why are you so curious, the exam is coming soon, so don't think about reading novels all day long." ”

"No, brother. Huo Tingting was in a hurry, got up and ran to a small cabinet next to the fan, took out a magazine from the books stored inside, walked back quickly and handed it to Huo Yaowen and said: "Brother, recently "Literary World" has held a literary competition, I think if you write a novel article, you can try it, the first place not only has a prize of 5,000 mosquito money, but also can get the publication of "Literary World". ”

Essay contest?

Huo Yaowen took over the weekly magazine of "Literary World", opened the literary competition mentioned by the younger sister, and saw the title in black capital letters at the top of the page, which was: "New Mandarin Duck Butterfly Dream!"

"Thirty-six mandarin ducks with the same fate of birds, a pair of butterflies and poor insects. “

"The Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School is a new literary genre with a milestone effect in the new generation of literature after the Xinhai Revolution. ”

In the past, there was Mr. Zhang Hatshui's "The History of Chunming Dynasty" and "The Family of Gold Powder", which promoted the integration of new literature and popular literature, and then there was the new literature of Mr. Bao Tianxiao's "Shanghai Spring and Autumn" and "Sea Mirage", as well as the literary prosperity of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School jointly created by many predecessors. ”

Today, through the efforts of many new generation literary writers such as Zhang Ailing, Qiong Yao, and Yishu.

Mandarin Duck Butterfly Pie, the sad parting between the talented and beautiful women born in the Republic of China period, gradually faded away from the shell of the old era in the past, and formed a new romance vernacular novel with the background of the modern city, which can be easily understood by more readers. ”

At this point, the Mandarin Duck Butterfly School has embarked on a new journey, forming a new Mandarin Duck Butterfly School led by a new generation of female writers such as Zhang Ailing, Qiong Yao, and Yishu. ”

Now, at the strong invitation of this weekly, we have won the support of Ms. Zhang Ailing, Ms. Qiong Yao, Ms. Yishu and many other famous artists, and hereby hold a literary essay contest called "New Mandarin Duck Butterfly Dream". ”

Ms. Zhang Ailing, Ms. Qiong Yao, Ms. Yishu and other famous judges jointly selected the top 10 of the competition, and every writer or literature lover can write and submit. ”

"Registration and submission address: 412 Kwong Tung Street, Nathan Road, Hong Kong. ”

"Tournament Prize: 1st Place ......"

After reading the content of the essay, Huo Yaowen touched his nose, looked at the little sister and said, "Then what?"

"Then?" Huo Tingting opened her big watery eyes, blinked twice, and said curiously: "Brother, don't you want to submit?" You must know that the first place has 5,000 mosquito money, and there is a chance to publish, and there are comments from famous judges such as Qiong Yao and Yishu. ”

"Not interested!"

Huo Yaowen closed the magazine, threw it on the table, looked at the little sister and said: "Most romance novels are glamorous, and if you read too much, not only is your IQ easy to drop, but you are also particularly easy to immerse yourself in the fantasy world you have constructed. ”

"Huh?"

Huo Tingting understood the previous words, but what does the last domineering president and soft and cute warm man mean?

"Well, I'm not going to write romance novels anyway. Huo Yaowen then remembered that the era of domineering presidents had not yet appeared.

Huo Tingting blinked her eyes and deliberately tempted: "Brother, you think about it carefully, what about the five thousand mosquito money! There is still a chance to publish! It is said that you can also meet Yishu and Qiong Yao in person!"

Hearing that the little sister kept mentioning Qiong Yao and Yishu, it was not difficult for Huo Yaowen to guess what the little sister was thinking, and said with a helpless smile: "Even if I submit, I may not be able to win the first place, and it doesn't say that I can meet with Yishu and Qiong Yao, so the thing you want to sign will stop." Don't you like to read this kind of romance letter? No, you can try to write about it. ”

"Me. Huo Tingting said dejectedly: "My culture class is the worst, if I can write, what else do I expect you to do." ”

At this time, Huo's mother, who was having a hot meal outside the house, shouted: "Awen, what are you talking about with my sister? ”

"Yes. Huo Yaowen stood up, stretched out his hand and rubbed his sister's long hair, and grinned: "How can you know if you don't try? Maybe there will be a talented girl in our family! Didn't people Yishu also start trying to write some essays and publish them when he was in middle school? Look at their current achievements, a well-known literati and female writer in Hong Kong, if you also become a well-known female writer, how face-saving it will be for my brother to say it." ”

After that,

Huo Yaowen went out directly to eat.

Leaving Huo Tingting pouting, looking at the "Literary World" magazine on the table, she first complained for a while, and then perhaps thought of Huo Yaowen's words, gritted her teeth, and looked vicious, as if she had made some decision.