Tian Sangsang took out the white manuscript paper and wrote dense words on the paper with a pen with the help of the light. It seems to go back to many years ago, when I was still a student, I used a black pen to do homework every day, writing word by word, I was very obsessed with writing, I like to write brushes, and I also like to use chalk to write board books on the blackboard, every time others will praise, the words you write are so beautiful. How tender the time was back then. Even if I often used the computer to work or type on the keyboard, I never forgot the habit of writing with a pen. There are some things that can't always be replaced by computers.

When the brothers and sisters were seen taking their mother's beautiful clothes to change rice and to fetch water from the well, they immediately knew that they were living in the tunnel, but no one came to visit them. ”

"They gather dead branches to cook rice, and when the salt is low, they go to draw seawater. Although there were also fighter jets along the way, life was relatively peaceful. There are fireflies watching at night, and they are used to the morning and evening in the tunnels. ”

Although she said that she was good at eating, her mother's clothes had already been sold out, and an egg on the black market cost three yuan, a liter of oil cost 100 yuan, half a catty of beef was 20 yuan, and a liter of rice was 25 yuan. Because of their proximity to the city, the farmers became very cunning, and they refused to sell the rice they paid for, so the siblings soon began to eat chowder mixed with soybeans again. ”

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"My sister has diarrhea, the right half of her body is white and almost transparent, but the left half is covered with scabies, a piece of erosion, and she cries and cries out of pain when she washes it with seawater. I went to the doctor in front of the train station, but the doctor just said, 'I need to get some nutrition.' He touched his chest with a stethoscope perfunctorily, and he did not prescribe medicine. ”

"When it comes to nutrition, it's fish, egg yolks, butter, and malt cream. Kiyota remembered the good old days: when he came home from school, he had chocolates from Shanghai sent by his father in the mailbox, and after a little diarrhea, he crushed the apples and squeezed the juice with gauze to drink. ”

"It seems like a long time ago, and in fact, until the year before last, the family still wanted something, no, just two months ago, my mother boiled peaches in sugar water, opened the canned crab meat for everyone to eat. The yokan that I didn't eat because I didn't have a sweet tooth, the foreign rice bento that I threw away because it smelled bad, the unpalatable vegetarian food at Manfukuji Temple in Huangbari Mountain, and the dough gnocchi that was hard to swallow are like dreams nowadays. ”

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Tian Sangsang wrote, his eyes couldn't help but turn red. The little girl in the book is so young, not much older than her son. Comparing her heart to her heart, if the little life that passed away was her own son, she would also feel bad in her heart.

"Buckle up. ”

"Come in. ”

Jiang Jinghuai pushed open the door, wearing a set of camouflage pajamas, his tall body leaned against the door, and asked in a low and lazy voice, "Don't you go to sleep?"

Seeing that her eyes were red again, she added: "Is there something difficult?"

"Not really. Tian Sangsang sniffed, covered the manuscript paper with the book, and said softly: "I am creating, and I am moved to cry when I write, I am really a good author." Only by moving yourself can you move others. ”

Jiang Jinghuai was stunned, and his deep eyes slowly crossed the ghostly light. Creation, she?

"So you're going to contribute?"

Tian Sangsang stood up, turned off the light, and walked back to the bedroom with him, "Well, I believe I can do it." Besides, when Yanyan's feet are healed, I will have to look for a job, and I can't rely on you to support me. "It's boring to be at home without a job, she can't be idle, it's better to take care of the children without affecting her work. And the woman, she doesn't have any money in her hand, where will she cry when she is dumped in the future? What's more, she and Jiang Jinghuai are not married in the real sense.

Jiang Jinghuai hummed, "I respect your decision." Furthermore, you should have your own private life. ”

Tian Sangsang looked at him in surprise, but he didn't expect him to be very talkative. "Well, thanks. ”

This year is not like later, you can send a manuscript directly to the mailbox. Of course, this is also an era of advocating reading, and most of the texts are published in newspapers and serialized in newspapers and periodicals. Instead of more than twenty years later, the text is getting shorter and shorter. From the initial long article, to the blog, to the Weibo, to the talk, to the WeChat, to the picture, to the small video, and even live broadcast.

After writing it, Tian Sangsang found the newspaper "Huaxia", which serialized "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". National newspapers and periodicals, which ranked among the top literary newspapers in later generations, are sold in all provinces and cities across the country. The first place is Chinese literature, after all, the field of Chinese is limited, only in aspects, not as wide as Chinese literature.

Looking at the typesetting, there are many styles in Huaxia Bao, there are fewer martial arts, most of them are scar reflection literature, and some are similar to the silent novella of the snowfall on the Yellow River. The address of the editorial office of the newspaper is in the city, and Tian Sangsang decided to take the manuscript and submit it himself.

To go to the editorial office, you have to take a bus, and at this time you pay for a penny for one stop. When he walked to the gate of the family compound, Tian Sangsang happened to see a fashionable girl in front of him, wearing a pink midi skirt with a corseted waist, covering her hips, and her back curling Nana, very beautiful. That person also looked like a person from the military region, walking very slowly, Tian Sangsang pushed a wheelchair, and walked almost like her in a few clicks. As if sensing someone behind her, she looked back arrogantly, she wore toad glasses on her face, she couldn't see her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were hooked with a sneer.

This is her hostility, which is not disguised in the slightest.

Tian Sangsang remembered that she was Li Qiong'er's cousin, Ji Yao'er. And Lu Chi is her brother-in-law.

When they took the bus, the two were in the same car. When I arrived at the station, I was quite surprised to see that it was the same station.

Since he was not a person all the way, Tian Sangsang didn't pay too much attention, but took the letter to the building of the editorial department. It is said that Huaxia originally belonged to Chinese literature, but after the separation this year, it was a little cold. This time, it was Li Yibai who made the first step. Whether it sells well or not, the market is very important. The public is extremely thirsty for literature, and when they go out hungry, literature is also a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought are contending. It can be said that serious literature was very popular at this time, and popular literature was also a popular choice.

In the 80s, the streets were still very spacious, and Tian Sangsang pushed Meng Shuyan to walk, paying attention to the surrounding buildings as he walked.

"Chunzi Crisp!" Meng Shuyan's surprised voice.

"Mom, it's Junzi Su!"

I hadn't heard these three words for too long, so that Tian Sangsang was stunned for a while, looked at his son's happy eyebrows, and then slowly looked across the road.

There were a few young people standing across the road, estimated to be college students, dressed very sassy and avant-garde Zhao Chun, he was followed by two young people, dressed the same as him, toad mirrors, unkempt hair, slightly non-mainstream taste in clothes, among them there was a woman talking to Zhao Chun, smiling. There was an undercurrent between the two, and the object was dealt with?10