"That bamboo is me too. Meng Fanzhu's words kept echoing in everyone's minds like an echo.

Lu Yuanyuan didn't expect this to happen at all, and a while ago I heard that there was an emerging writer with a pen name also called Bamboo. She was particularly interested in coming from a literary family and was about to be transferred from the Provincial Musicians Association to the National Writers' Association to take up an administrative position, so she checked some information. At first glance, he was shocked. The compilation of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" created a precedent for online history books on the starting point network, and made many literary and historiographers around him admire that history can still be written in this way, so that it can be more attractive to young people to learn and understand history, and it can be said that the merit is immeasurable, and the future life is terrifying! In the "Sprout" magazine, the youth literature "Triple Gate" was serialized, and the teenager's thinking, confusion and dreams were vividly expressed, and then "Sprout" What kind of place is the magazine, recognized as the cradle of young writers in China, and being able to publish serials here not only proves its strength but also shows that the author is not very old; after recently finishing the book "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", he has created a genre of tomb robbery novels on the starting point network, with exquisite ideas, rich imagination, and sophisticated pen power, which makes people unable to let go of the volume. It can be said that every time this son makes a move, he is the temperament of the founding of the sect, which is convincing!

When I met Meng Fanzhu again today, I loved this junior very much, and saw that Sun Weichang admired this child very much. Afraid that he would indulge in flashy vanity and be proud and complacent, he thought of this and took out the example of the writer bamboo to inspire Meng Fanzhu. The original meaning is: you see, there is also a young writer named Bamboo who is very talented, so you have to work harder and go further.

But I didn't expect that the bamboo in the music world was Meng Fanzhu, and the writer bamboo was actually Meng Fanzhu!

The first to react was Sun Weichang, who drank up the 2 taels of liquor in the cup in one gulp. Holding his breath, his face turned from white to red, and then from red to white, before he exhaled. Haha laughed and patted Meng Fanzhu on the shoulder, and gave an evaluation: "Demon!"

Anya looked at her boyfriend with rippled eyes, her big eyes seemed to be dripping, and she felt extremely proud of her boyfriend.

Godmother He Ying was even more direct, and excitedly ran over and hugged Meng Fanzhu and kissed her on the face.

The most calm thing at the table was Dudu, she only had the steak in front of her eyes, and she was fighting it with a small fork and a knife, and she didn't have time to pay attention to anything else.

Lu Yuanyuan sighed, indeed as Sun Weichang said, this is a demon, how can he have so much time to learn this and that, and he has done remarkable results!

"Duoduo, tomorrow I will report to the National Federation of Literary and Art Circles, you can go with me. Lu Yuanyuan sent out an invitation.

No matter what kind of circle you are in China, as long as you are involved in culture and entertainment, you will not be able to get around the National Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Do you want to be recognized as a mainstream musician, calligrapher, writer, dancer, music artist, film and television artist......

There is only one organization that can prove it to you, and that is the National Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Godmother He Ying put her arms around Meng Fanzhu's shoulders, and was so anxious that she almost agreed for her godson.

It's a pity that I can't go!

Meng Fanzhu really felt a pity this time, so he clicked his lips and explained regretfully: "Aunt Lu, tomorrow morning at half past 8 o'clock in the morning, the whole department will gather to go to Yanjiao for military training, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape!"

Lu Yuanyuan didn't realize it when he heard it: "You want to be a deserter, I don't allow it, what's the matter with bringing a deserter to the first day!" After speaking, he laughed first.

Godmother He Ying doesn't want her godson to lose this opportunity in vain, even if she can't go, she has to get some benefits back. So he hit the railway while it was hot: "Yuanyuan, Duoduo can't go this time, when the military training comes back, you can consider whether you can enter the Writers' Association, my family Duoduo is now the youngest member of the Long Provincial Calligraphers Association." ”

Lu Yuanyuan was stunned, of course she knew that more than a month ago, the Provincial Calligraphy Association recruited a member who was less than 20 years old, and there was a lot of controversy in the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles at that time, and even a few old artists came to the door to theorize, when did the title of calligrapher become so worthless!

Lu Yuanyuan only felt that his mouth was dry, and his temples jumped a little suddenly. took a sip of red wine and moistened his throat: "I originally wanted to introduce Duoduo to join the Writers' Association, but if you are already a member of the Writers' Association, I'm afraid it will be difficult....... I'll try it!" Lu Yuanyuan was a little embarrassed, they were all his best friends, this junior whom everyone loved, if he couldn't help, it would be too embarrassing.

Godmother He Ying originally regretted that she was quick to talk about the Provincial Book Association! Hearing Lu Yuanyuan's somewhat rebellious words, how could she not understand her thoughts: "Yuanyuan doesn't have to be embarrassed, first report Duoduo's works, let the above decide, if the leader agrees, let's find out that it is a member of the Book Association, and then it is a local Book Association, not a National Book Association, right!"

This seems to be helping Lu Yuanyuan find a way, but it is actually a general. Meng Fanzhu knew that his godmother was fighting for his pockets, so he hugged his godmother gratefully. But I don't want to embarrass Lu Yuanyuan: "Aunt Lu doesn't have to be embarrassed, she is not a member, I am still young, and I am not in a hurry." “

Lu Yuanyuan really didn't dare to take care of this matter, and felt a little guilty about Meng Fanzhu in his heart, so he gritted his teeth and said, "That's it, Duoduo, Auntie try it first." After all, you are still an emerging writer, and you don't have any connections in this circle, when you come back from military training, call me, and I will introduce you to an old-timer, he is my uncle's best friend, and he can be said to be the heavyweight predecessor of Taishan Beidou in the domestic literary world. By the way, I am also the honorary dean of the Chinese Department of your Peking University. “

"Wen Huaiqiu, Wen Lao!" Anya exclaimed, the name was too thunderous.

Meng Fanzhu hurriedly stood up, Lu Yuanyuan did his best to support himself, and this kindness had to be followed and put in his heart.

Godmother He Ying was very proud, Uncle Xiaochang stroked his palms and laughed, and the uncle-in-law of the Lu family also nodded frequently, it was the first time he saw his wife working so hard, it seemed that he really regarded this young man as his junior.

The dinner was a great event.

It was already more than nine o'clock in the evening when he took a taxi back to school, Meng Fanzhu also drank some wine today, and felt that the taste in his mouth and body would make Anya unhappy, so he didn't get intimate with his girlfriend as in the past, and when he passed by the dense grove, he was suddenly pulled in by Anya, and then his mouth was blocked by a warm and soft mouth.

Anya was particularly enthusiastic today, and she saw Meng Fanzhu's potential and hard work. Potential is innate, but hard work is subjective, she knows that her boyfriend has been working hard, not only for himself, but also for the future of the two of them. At this time, she was about to fly happily, and she could only use hot kisses to express her mood and feelings for Meng Fanzhu.

pressed the timeline of the locked door to watch Anya go upstairs, and then rushed back to the dormitory under the gaze of the uncle of his dormitory building.

It's only been two days since school started, and the roommates are already used to Meng Fanzhu coming back every time he pinched the lights. Whoever has such a beautiful lover who has brought disaster to the country and the people will not go back to the dormitory early to mess with a few boys, and if he doesn't go out to live and fly, he will already be considered a pure little flower.

On September 2nd, at half past eight in the morning, the whole school turned into a sea of green, and nearly 3,000 freshmen wore camouflage uniforms, carried strangely tied bedding bags, and hung dripping enamel cups gathered in the main entrance square, waiting to get on the bus and rush to the Yanjiao Garrison camp.

In 2004, the military training of freshmen of Peking University was officially opened!

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