The essay "Back" can be said to be the most perfect embodiment of the "scattered and scattered spirits" in the previous life.

Even if I read it once in junior high school, I never saw it again after decades, but this back is still deeply imprinted in Huang Yifan's mind.

Looking back on his previous life, isn't his father the same as Zhu Ziqing's father?

is honest and not good at talking, but the love for children is reflected in many actions.

That's what the back of the article says, describing the small things that the father does, but among these small things, it best reflects the greatness of a father.

There are only more than 1,000 words in the whole back, and Huang Yifan used the computer to type in just over 20 minutes. It's just that I don't know what I'm thinking, or this back is too touching. By the time the full text of the back was coded, more than an hour had passed. Sort it out and correct the typos, Huang Yifan sent it to Ji Ziping, a young man of literature and art.

It's just that Ji Ziping didn't react after receiving this back.

Huang Yifan was a little strange and sent a few question marks over, "Editor-in-chief Ji, what's wrong?"

After a long while, Ji Ziping replied to the message.

"Mr. Qiushui, I just read the back of what you wrote, and I thought of my old father. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm a little out of shape. ”

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen my father in a while. Mr. Qiushui, this article of yours is excellently written, but I am very ashamed to read this article of yours. I have already explained it, and I will definitely publish this back as soon as possible. However, I may take a few days off a few days off these days, and I have to go see my father. ”

"That's right, it's okay, you can go. ”

Huang Yifan was moved. I can't help but think of my father in my previous life, I don't know how he is doing now?

It's just that now the two are no longer in the same time and space, which can't help but make Huang Yifan a little sad.

Subsequently, Huang Yifan picked up his mobile phone and called Huang Yuan, the father of this world.

"Dad. ”

Came into the world. This identity of the father Huang Yuan made Huang Yifan feel a little strange. The reason for the strangeness is that on the one hand, Huang Yifan rarely meets Huang Yuan, and on the other hand, he doesn't accept it too much for a while.

It's not like my mother. After all, her mother Li Shuhua is a woman, and her mother's love is boundless. gave Huang Yifan boundless care during his middle school period, and Huang Yifan gradually accepted it in his heart. Huang Yuan had been working outside before, and Huang Yifan didn't feel much of it. But in the end, in this world, the closest people are fathers and mothers. was touched in his heart, but Huang Yifan wanted to talk to his father.

He wanted to ask his father how Huang Yuan was doing. Is the opening of the store still going well?

After the phone was connected, his father Huang Yuan didn't talk much, just listened to Huang Yifan quietly.

When the phone was about to hang up, Huang Yuan spoke slightly, "Your mother wants to ask you, are you still used to living in the second middle school." You have to take care of yourself more and don't quarrel with your classmates. Also, the manuscript fee you earned from writing the manuscript was originally intended to be used to open a store. But if I think about it, I'm more honest with your mother. I don't know how to do business, so I still save my money for your future wife. You also know that the bride price here at home is heavier, and hundreds of thousands are not enough. Dad doesn't have much interest, so I'm afraid that I will lose money when I open a store, and I won't have money to marry you in the future...... In short, you don't have to worry about the family, everything is fine at home. Your mother asked you, will you come back during the Mid-Autumn Festival? If you do, tell us in advance, and it's okay if you don't come back. It's also good to study well in school. ”

This is a rumbling advice, and Huang Yifan is about to cry.

He still wiped away his tears and nodded heavily. "Dad, don't worry, I'll go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

"That's good. ”

……

"Alas, this should be regarded as the most cultural war for me. ”

Seeing himself shouting something like "let Qiushui write an essay", scholar Li Qi stretched his eyes and felt ashamed.

In fact. In his heart, Li Qi already knew that his side would lose after all.

Moreover, the loss is convincing.

It's just that even if he is convinced, for the sake of reputation, for status, and for his own interests, Li Qi still shouted the slogan of making Qiushui write a classic prose together with other author friends who had criticized Qiuhuo before.

I don't know, did you write about Qiushui today?

Or, will he say that he is shameless?

Or, will he stop paying attention to himself and others?

It's all possible.

However, the battle in the literary world is like this, although Li Qi also feels that he is really shameless in doing so.

Pick up the Youth Daily I just received, don't look for it, the middle position of the first page of the Youth Daily gives an essay by Qiushui.

Back.

It seems that he still fought back.

Why bother?

Some shook their heads, and Li Qi sighed.

Not to mention how well you wrote, no matter how well you write, we will not be able to approve of you.

Forget it, let's take a look at the article you wrote.

"That winter, my grandmother died, and my father's messenger was handed over, and it was a day when disaster did not go alone......

This is the beginning.

Li Qi dipped in his heart, "It's written in general, I don't see any meaning." ”

It's just that as he was talking, the following lines of words suddenly made Li Qi a little distracted.

"My father was so busy that he would not send me off, so he asked a familiar tea room in the hotel to accompany me. He repeatedly instructed the teahouse, very carefully. But he finally didn't feel at ease, afraid that the tea room would not be appropriate, so he hesitated for a while. Actually, I was 20 years old at the time, and I had already traveled to Beijing two or three times, so it didn't matter. He hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to send me himself. I repeatedly told him not to go, but he said, "It doesn't matter, they can't go!"

Li Qi is a well-known prose researcher, so he naturally knows that the above writing technique seems to be casual and slow, but there is always a thread that has always led the whole story. The above is just a few actions to explain the father, which seems to be inadvertent, but in a few words, a father appears. As the last sentence says, it doesn't matter, they don't go well. What simple words, but such a sentence touches people's hearts and goes straight to the bottom of their hearts.

Even if it was Li Qi, when he saw this sentence, his heart trembled, and he felt as if he had touched a string in his heart.

Read on.

"We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought the ticket and he was busy taking care of the luggage. There was too much luggage, so you had to tip the porter to get there. And he busied himself with them about the price. I was so clever that I thought he didn't speak very beautifully, and I had to interject myself, but he finally agreed on the price and gave me a ride. He secured me a chair against the door, and I made a seat in the purple coat he had made for me. He told me to be careful on the road, to be vigilant at night, not to catch a cold. He also asked the teahouse to take good care of me. I laughed in my heart at his detour, they only knew money, and entrusted them with nothing but trust! And can't a man of my age take care of himself? I think about it now, how clever I was then. ”

If the previous paragraph touched Li Qi's heartstrings, then when Li Qi finished reading this paragraph, he couldn't control his emotions at all. I saw that his right hand holding the newspaper had begun to tremble slightly, and the corners of his mouth kept reading two sentences.

"I was so clever. ”

"Now that I think about it, I was so smart. ”

Two sentences of cleverness, each self-deprecating cleverness feels like blood dripping from the heart.

A great figure has appeared.

This figure is my father.

Father, Li Qi was in tears.

Just seeing only half of this back, Li Qi is completely out of control.

He remembered that when his father sent him to college, wasn't it the same situation? It's ridiculous that he was just like the author, he was too smart. I just feel that my father is not beautiful when he speaks, so he has to interject himself. I also felt that my father said something useless, but in fact, I knew everything. When he is so old, how can he know the age of our youth? Ridiculous...... I was really smart at that time.

Tears had already wet his face, and Li Qi couldn't bear to continue looking.

It wasn't until a while that Li Qi calmed down his mood.

Looking at the previous polemic with Qiushui for prose.

watched himself shout before to let Qiushui write a classic prose.

Looking at himself and preparing for it, no matter how classic the article Qiushui writes, he will not agree.

But at this moment, at this moment, Li Qi made an unprecedented call to several fellow authors, "I'm sorry, I don't have the face to continue fighting in this battle, I quit." (To be continued.) )