Jiang Shuiyuan is a slow train, from Huai'an to Shanghai to take eight hours, fortunately it is very humane to send a day, and buy a sleeper ticket, the whole journey is not sad, sleep to the ten miles of foreign field, flowing gold and silver in Shanghai.

For Jiang Shuiyuan to participate in the competition in Shanghai alone, his father Jiang Youzhi is actually quite conflicted. Of course, he hopes that his son can participate in such an important event, but he feels not very relieved to let his son run to Shanghai to compete alone. Now that the high school entrance examination is imminent, Chen Fangyi lives in the hospital and needs someone to take care of him, can he still leave it alone and accompany his son to Shanghai to participate in the competition?

Jiang Shuiyuan seemed to have known his father's difficulties for a long time, and put the printed pages of the guide flat in front of him: "Dad, don't worry! I am ready for everything, and how to eat, drink and have fun in Shanghai is all on this piece of paper." It's really not good, don't you still have a mobile phone?"

"Okay," Jiang Youzhi had no choice but to trust his son's ability, "but remember, you must call me if there is anything!"

Without my mother's advice and concern, my suitcase was obviously much lighter than the last time I went to Nanjing. Jiang Shuiyuan dragged a light suitcase and walked out of the train station with the flow of people. Looking at the rows of high-rise buildings and endless traffic around him, and listening to the dialect of the south and north tones, he was confused for a moment. But soon he came to his senses, and deftly avoided the taxi driver who was picking up passengers, and went to the bus stop to catch a ride to the hotel he had booked.

After washing up in the hotel and eating breakfast, he took a bus to the "Cultivation" magazine, which is the location of the Organizing Committee of the Selling Meng Cup New Concept Essay Contest, to go through the registration procedures for the retest.

Previously, Jiang Shuiyuan had a general understanding that on average, more than 50,000 people submitted and signed up for the New Concept Essay Contest every year, and only more than 200 people were lucky enough to participate in the semi-finals. Among the more than 200 people, 70% of the students are in the third and second years of high school (Group A). Senior high school students, junior high school students (Group B), and young people under the age of 30 (Group C) other than secondary school students each account for 1/1/2. In terms of the proportion of first prize winners, the B and C groups are probably even lower.

Although there were only more than 200 people participating in the semi-finals, the number of parents who accompanied the test would be 500 yuan. Many people went into battle with their whole families, and their big bags and small bags were like immigrants, blocking the entrance of the "Cultivation" magazine tightly. Jiang Shuiyuan squeezed for a long time before he barely entered the courtyard. found that there was also a long queue inside, and it is estimated that there is no hour that will not be able to take his turn. He was not in a hurry, and took out the copy of "Complex Analysis: Visualization Methods" and began to compete with the Cauchy-Riemann equation.

After watching it for less than five minutes, Jiang Shuiyuan felt that someone was gently poked in the back. He subconsciously turned around and found behind him a small, dark-skinned girl with glasses staring at him with wide eyes. The girl seemed startled by his sudden turn, and stammered, "You—You're also here for the semifinals, right?"

"......" That's a good question! Not to take the retest, who is stupid to stand in line under the sun and get sunbathed? However, Jiang Shuiyuan still smiled kindly: "Well, Group B." What about you?"

"I'm from Group A," the girl paused slightly. Then he began to introduce himself: "My name is Yue Wenjing, a native of Lizhou, Chunan, and I am now in my second year of high school. Where are you from? I hear you have a northern accent, so it can't be from Qilu or the Central Plains?"

"No, I'm from this province, but I'm from Huai'an Mansion in Jiangbei, so I should be half a northerner, right?"

"And what did you write in the preliminary round?"

"Two little poems, both add up to less than ten lines. It was originally written to play. I didn't know how to submit the manuscript, and the result was even in the retest. I feel like I'm lucky enough to buy a lottery ticket!"

It is this kind of unintentional writing that makes people feel relaxed and happy to read. To be honest, I also submitted a manuscript when I was a freshman in high school last year, but the writing was too bad, that is, the heroine slipped the pearl when she cried, and the country fell into the city when she laughed. The kind where the hero looks up at the sky at 45 degrees at every turn, and ...... Anyway, it's pretentious and naïve! Looking back now, I want to slap myself in the face, so I lost the election without any suspense. ”

Personally, I feel that novels should be more difficult to write than poetry. Poems are usually 180 words long, and then they can be separated with their eyes closed. If you write obscurity and don't know what to do, others will think that you have a style! You can't write a novel, you must not only have a smooth sentence, but also have a plot that can attract people. Whether it's well written or not, you can tell at a glance!"

Novels, just read a few youth literature magazines, hide at home and make up fiction, it's nothing more than growth, early love, friendship or something, the bigger the brain, the easier it is to write. But poetry is not made up randomly, it must have good inspiration and refined language, and it can be organically combined to form a poem. I've tried to write a few poems, full of adjectives and figurative sentences, and it's like taking lyrical prose apart, it's just unsightly!"

"Didn't I tell you? Keep your eyes closed when you go to the branch, and you can't meditate with your eyes wide open!"

"Really, I'm going to give it a try when I go back!" Yue Wenjing smiled and narrowed her eyes into a line: "Whose things do you usually like to watch?, or in other words, which writer's style is the best at imitating?"

Whose things do you usually like to read? Is this question difficult for Jiang Shuiyuan, Sima Qian, who wrote "Historical Records"? Tristan Needham, who wrote "Complex Analysis: Visualization Methods"? He thought for a moment before replying: "I don't have anything particularly liked, right? I usually read miscellaneous books, and I read whatever I caught, and I threw it aside after reading it, and I was too lazy to think about it carefully. Writing things is also a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, and in the end it has become the current four dislikes, and it doesn't match anyone. ”

I like Guo Siming the most, I have seen all his works, and every time I read them, I can be moved. My work in this competition is also an imitation of him, but compared with him, I always feel that there is a little less aura and melancholy. In fact, I came to participate in the semi-finals, it doesn't matter if I win the award or not, the key is to see Guo Siming. Well, he was one of the judges for this semi-final. ”

"I hope you can win the award and meet your idol again. "For people with ideals, Jiang Shuiyuan always has a sense of awe.

"Thank you! I saw you reading just now, what kind of book are you reading?

"A math extracurricular book. Saying that, Jiang Shuiyuan showed Yue Wenjing the cover of the book, "It's very interesting to write, and the teacher asks to finish reading it, so I took advantage of the queue to take a few more looks." ”

"Are you studying science?" Yue Wenjing was shocked at the time.

"Dude, you also study science, let's go together!" The tall and thin boy who was behind Yue Wenjing came over at this time, stared at the cover of the book and read: "Complex analysis and visualization methods?

"yes, you too?"

"How else to say it's a peer?" said the tall and thin boy took out a copy of "High School Mathematics Olympiad Gold Medal Course" from his schoolbag, turned to a certain page, pointed to a certain question and asked: "Dude, help me see how to solve this problem?" When I came, I thought all the way, but I didn't think of how to start, so anxious that I scratched my ears and cheeks and sat still. If this is not solved, I am afraid that tomorrow I will enter the examination room, and my head will be full of this question, what kind of essay will I write?"

Jiang Shuiyuan took the book, and saw that the blank space under the title was densely filled with various attempts to solve the problem, but in the end they were all knocked out by the big "×". And a few black finger prints on the feet of the sky and the earth fully prove that the owner of this book has indeed spent a lot of time on this topic. Jiang Shuiyuan read the question once, and then replied: "I think this problem has to be solved by the construction method." ”

"How? Construct auxiliary elements, or construct mathematical models, or practical examples?"

If you want to construct a mathematical model, you can directly use the drawer principle and the Chinese remainder theorem to prove it. If it is an actual example, it can be proved by counterproof. Both approaches lead to the same goal. ”

"You've come up with two ways to do it?

"Just say it here?" Jiang Shuiyuan was worried that he would be beaten to death in a group of literary youths talking about the solution to the problem of Olympiad mathematics.

"Then let's find a cool place and talk slowly? Girl, help us occupy a place, and we'll come when we go." Saying that, the boy pulled the river water source to find a place to explain the exercises.

"Okay!" Yue Wenjing agreed very simply, and only when they were far away did she read to her fingers: "It was not easy for people to muster up the courage to talk, but they haven't even asked for their names, schools, and mobile phone numbers...... Also, the ...... that was supposed to be taken together as a souvenir" (to be continued......)