In the quiet afternoon, the wind outside the window blows the yellow leaves, pieces of flying, and the people in the window bury their heads, thinking and smiling.

looked at the note in his hand, which read the lyrics of the song "Spring Breeze Ten Miles is Not as Good as You".

After hearing Zhou Xuan sing that day, Liu Yixue specially asked Zhou Xuan to write to herself.

Zhou Xuan is also very attentive, his handwriting is timeless, strong and powerful, elegant and chic, and the lyrics are simply written in Liu Yixue's heart.

From yesterday to now, Liu Yixue's mood has never been so good, it is like eating honey, and she giggles from time to time.

Although yesterday's confession was not a confession, Zhou Xuan did not give any positive answers. But Liu Yixue knew that Zhou Xuan understood what she meant, and also responded to her meaning correctly.

Because of this song, she understood what he meant.

Everyone gradually realized that since the essay contest came back, Zhou Xuan and Liu Yixue have gotten closer and closer.

The two often discuss problems together after class, sometimes it is Zhou Xuan who asks the school flower, but more often it is the school flower who takes the initiative to find Zhou Xuan.

When it was even more speechless, they could occasionally meet during dinner, and then eat together and have a good chat.

Some people say that Zhou Xuan and Liu Yixue are already together, some people say that Liu Yixue, the school flower, is pursuing Zhou Xuan, and some people say that they are just discussing their studies and nothing else.

For the last one, everyone scoffed, and no one believed it.

No matter what happened to the outside world, Zhou Xuan and Liu Yixue were still calm, studying hard, for a common goal.

Since Zhou Xuan has achieved so many results, everyone seems to have expected Zhou Xuan to win the first prize in the essay competition. However, he was more interested in the 1,000 yuan bonus that Zhou Xuan received, which also indirectly made the class more interested in composition, which made the Chinese teacher very happy.

Zhou Xuan and Liu Yixue lived a life of eating together, which made other classmates envious, jealous and hateful.

On Sunday afternoon, in the study room of physical education teacher Li Yunxi's home, he only heard the sound of keyboards.

Yes, Zhou Xuan started coding words again. In the previous life, Zhou Xuan had been a code farmer all his life, and the first thing he did after he came back was a code farmer.

But when I think about income, it's much better than being a code farmer.

Therefore, Zhou Xuan's typing speed is also quite fast, because he has passion.

The first part of the Ming Dynasty, "Hongwu the Great", was almost 250,000 words and was finally completed.

After stopping, Zhou Xuan opened his mailbox and prepared to submit articles to several magazines.

Fortunately, many large magazines and publishing houses already have their own mailboxes, otherwise Zhou Xuan would have to print them out, which would cost a lot of money.

When you open your mailbox, you see that there are several unread messages. When I opened one of them, I saw a reply from a magazine.

It said that Zhou Xuan's "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" felt good, vividly reproducing the love of that special era, and hoped to be serialized on the "Novel Monthly", with a price of 120 yuan per thousand words. In addition, it is said that the magazine gives 80 words to ordinary new talents. The manuscript fee of 12 was also raised because the editor-in-chief came out of that era and felt particularly touching.

Zhou Xuan read it twice, which means that except for their magazine, Zhou Xuan doesn't have to think about other magazines, because other magazines can't give this price.

Zhou Xuan read the other two emails, and sure enough, they were replies from the other two, both of which said that they had passed the review, and the manuscript fee was 80 for 1,000 words, and 100 for 1,000 words for the other.

Zhou Xuan thought about it, and the love of the hawthorn tree wrote a total of about 150,000 words. According to the words of 12 thousand words, the manuscript fee is a total of 18,000 yuan, and after the final tax deduction, it must not be so much, but it is okay.

Zhou Xuan downloaded the contract attached to the email to a floppy disk, and prepared to print the contract later. As for the main text, it is stipulated that the manuscript will be delivered in three parts, each time 50,000 words, and the magazine will serialize almost 10,000 words each time, and it is estimated that it will take one year to complete the serialization.

Walking out of Li Yunxi's house, Zhou Xuan felt that it was better to move out and live by himself, and it was best to buy a computer. Thinking that Mr. Li had a channel to buy a computer, he asked him for help.

After printing the contract, Zhou Xuan went to the post office to send it out.

Then I went to eat and went back to study in the evening.

Unexpectedly, when the first class of self-study was in the evening, the head teacher, Mr. Liu, called Zhou Xuan out, saying that a teacher from Rongzhou College was looking for him.

Zhou Xuan was a little puzzled, although he had just come back from the academy to participate in the essay contest, he didn't seem to know the teacher of the academy.

When I entered the office, I saw a woman dressed in white, sitting quietly on a stool, not beautiful, but a rare intellectual beauty.

Isn't this the woman who sat next to us reading a book yesterday? Unfortunately, he and Liu Yixue thought that they were students, but they thought that they were already teachers.

Seeing Zhou Xuan come in, the man immediately stood up and said with a smile: "Hello, Zhou Xuan." I'm Yan Lanxi, a music teacher at Rongzhou College,"

Zhou Xuan shook hands with Yan Lanxi and said, "Hello, Teacher Yan." We met yesterday, but I didn't expect you to be a teacher, I don't know what you want me to do?"

Yan Lanxi looked at the head teacher, Teacher Liu, and thanked him: "Thank you, Teacher Liu, I want to talk to Zhou Xuan alone." ”

Zhou Xuan and Yan Lanxi walked out of the teaching building, came outside, and walked casually.

"Zhou Xuan, may I ask, is the song you sang yesterday your original song?"

It turned out that he came for "Spring Breeze Ten Miles is Not as Good as You", Zhou Xuan smiled: "I felt it for a while, which made Teacher Yan smile." ”

Yan Lanxi looked at Zhou Xuan and said with a smile: "Zhou Xuan, you are humble. The singing was so good that I was so moved that I almost cried. But where do you two junior high school students show affection, have you considered the feelings of those single people in the academy?"

Zhou Xuan didn't expect this teacher to joke, and said with a smile: "Teacher Yan, you are wrong." We are just pure classmates, pure friendship. ”

Yan Lanxi obviously didn't believe it, the songs were sung, and they were still their own originals, who believed them.

Yan Lanxi had to admire Zhou Xuan's talent, I heard that Zhou Xuan not only wrote well, but even his grades were the first in the age, and the sports meeting broke the city record.

When I heard this song yesterday, I called my best friend Fan Yixuan and asked her if she had heard this song. Hearing himself humming two sentences, Fan Yixuan over there promised that he had never heard it, and this song should have never been published. also asked Yan Lanxi to try her best to buy this song, this song is very good, her best friend wants to sing it by herself.

Speaking of business, Yan Lanxi spoke: "Zhou Xuan, I don't know if you can sell me your song?

Zhou Xuan didn't expect that a song he sang casually could attract a person who bought the song, but this song was given to Liu Yixue by him, and there was a corresponding novel, which definitely couldn't be sold.

"Maybe I'm going to disappoint Mr. Yan, I won't sell this song. Zhou Xuan refused.

Yan Lanxi couldn't help but be very disappointed when she heard it, and she ran all the way in vain.

He continued, "Why? If you are not satisfied with the price, we can negotiate again." ”

Zhou Xuan smiled: "It's not a matter of price, it's because this song will never sell." ”

Seeing Yan Lanxi's disappointed expression, Zhou Xuan continued: "You're asking for a song for your friend, right? I don't know which singer it is? If the price is right, I can consider writing two new songs for him." ”

"What? You're not kidding?" Yan Lanxi is a top student at the Central Conservatory of Music, and he doesn't dare to say that he can write two songs casually.

Zhou Xuan, a junior high school student, has such a big tone, and he really wants to leave.

Seeing Yan Lanxi's disbelieving expression, Zhou Xuan smiled: "If you don't believe it, forget it." ”