One is Zhang Qiuhong. The following is an excerpt from the letter:

I think that compared to you, you are a star in the sky, and I am just an ordinary grass, and the gap is too big. Honestly, if Dad were home, I would support your literary endeavor. However, when Dad will come out, I don't know.

Anyway, it took two or three years before I left the house. Hua has made it very clear. I don't know if you'll scold me after reading the letter, or get angry at wasting your time with friends you've been friends with me for a while.

How pitiful the letter is. In fact, I knew that I had nothing but a beautiful human skin given to me by my parents. I didn't know that the girl named Zhang Qiuhong, who had a small round face with a hat and a shell (she had a picture of her in the letter), knew about my experience.

After knowing that I cheated on my parents, stole money, and visited the X hospital, would you still worship me so much? I don't think so. Maybe in her heart, it was too sacred for me, a lover of literature.

In fact, such a girl will understand me and may support my literary career. However, I was not moved by this simple girl at that time, and I didn't take her simple words to heart.

The other letter was written by Jin Fengqin in Kaifeng. She wrote the letter with the name of the song:

My character in life is, go your own way and let others do what they say. One of my favorite books is "Green Water Without a Trace", Zheng Xiangshu's masterpiece. If you love to sing, the most inseparable thing is the radio.

"Friend", do you know that I am "blessing" for you, "My world changes for you", and the letter of "Reading You" is like harvesting a "Autumn Love". "I only wish to love one person for the rest of my life", "In that distant place", you "Are You Okay for a Person".

I will entrust this "Missing" to you in "Sleepless". "Thank you for your deepest love", accompany me through so many "X people". I'll wait until "The Flowers Are Thanks". "Big Brother, Big Brother, How Are You", "I am the one who cares about you", I wish you "All the best", and "Have a Good Way" on the road of life.

"Go your own way and let others do the talking." This is what I engraved in my heart as a motto after hearing a teacher say this in my second grade of junior high school. It seems that Feng Qin and I also coincide.

At that time, I didn't know the writer Zheng Xiangshu at all, and I didn't know that his "Green Water Without a Trace" also won the Mao Dun Literature Award, which was really a bit unheard of.

However, since the book won the Mao Dun Literature Award, and the organ is as much a favorite, I believe it must be well written. If I have the opportunity to come across this book, I will definitely buy a copy and read it.

Truth be told, young men and women at that time liked to connect them together with the names of songs. I'd like to do that, too, but I don't have the skills. Because although I like to sing, my family conditions do not allow it, and I can't afford to buy a tape recorder and tapes. Since then, very few songs have been known.

In addition to these two letters, I received two other letters. As soon as I looked at the signatures in the lower right corner of the envelopes, I knew that both letters were written by men. It feels a little weird to me.

I'm asking for marriage, but I'm not making friends, so how can a man write to me? So, I opened the letter and decided to take a look.

The first letter was written by a man who adored me, who was twenty-eight or nine. He said that he is also very handsome, but because of his introverted personality, he has not yet had a girlfriend.

However, he hesitated and hesitated, and never had the courage to broadcast the marriage notice on the radio. He said he admired my courage and wanted to be friends with me.

When I read it, I picked up my pen and wrote a letter back to him. In the letter, I told him not to think of me as too amazing, and that I was just a drop in the ocean, one of the many living beings, and then I gave him another word, which was "try".

I told him to try whatever comes his way.

There was also a letter saying that he was a friend of a girl who was also very beautiful and wanted to get to know me. But she was too embarrassed to write to me, so she asked him to write me a letter first, and then asked me to write back to him to talk about her views on the future and ideals.

After reading the letter, she decided whether she wanted to write to me or not.

I told my parents about the contents of these letters and asked them what should I do. Mother said, don't you want to write a novel? It's time to find a literate one. That kind of person can understand you. I said, yes. However, when someone wrote a letter and I wrote back, I never heard again.

"Where is she?" My mother asked me. "Nanyang County." I say. "Then you don't go back and take the letter to her." I think that's what my mother said. But my father said again, don't let me be half-hearted, so as not to be sorry for Lu Ying's father and daughter.

"However, people come once and they don't come, and we don't know where the specific address is, how can we find it?" I told my father. After thinking about it again, my parents and I reached a consensus that I would go to find Wang Yaling, the teacher in Nanyang, and my father would also ride a bicycle to find the father and daughter.

So I took the letter that Wang Yaling wrote to me, and first took a car from our county seat to Nanyang, and then to Shiqiao Town. If you ask someone, there is really a Jiazhai Primary School. I called a tricycle to get there.

When I arrived at the place, it was already about 10 a.m. School hasn't ended yet. When I arrived at the school gate, I asked a cleaner and asked her to call Wang Yaling for me.

After a while, a plump girl in a green velvet sweater walked over. When the girl saw me, she was a little surprised and asked, "Are you looking for me?" I said, "Yes." "Who are you?" I don't know you. ”

"My name is Zhang Jianming. You wrote to me. I said. Then, I took out the letter she had written to me from my jacket pocket.

When the girl saw the letter, her face flushed with shame, and she was a little excited, and she hurriedly welcomed me into her room.

When I entered, her room was similar to that of some of the teachers I had seen: a sofa in front of a brown desk next to the window, and a map of China on top of it.

There was an electronic keyboard on the right, and her bed was further inside. Because the curtain is open, I can't see what is inside.

Before I finished visiting, Wang Yaling asked me to sit on a sofa and pour me tea. I hurriedly stood up and said, "You're welcome, you're welcome. And took advantage of the situation to sneak a glance at her.

That Wang Yaling is not too beautiful, but it gives people a noble feeling. I think the plumpness of his body is a bit like Xue Baochai in "Dream of Red Mansions". I vaguely felt like I wasn't worthy of her.

That Wang Yaling also secretly glanced at me when she was pouring tea, and then stared at the pair of shoes I was wearing on my feet. The reader should know that I am a raunchy person, and I am in a hurry. When I went to her, I was wearing a pair of white sneakers, and I was running around for a while, and those shoes were covered with dust.

But Wang Yaling always kept her eyes on those shoes, and I really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

After looking at it like this for a while, Wang Yaling came to her desk and sat there facing the wall, bowing her head and not saying a word, as if she was thinking about something.

She lowered her head at the desk and thought for a long time, and finally raised her head and said to me, "Let's go, let's go out for a walk." Then she stood up.

I followed her to the school gate, and she said to me as we walked, "Since you are here, we will be friends in the future, and I can't promise you anything now, and we will continue to exchange letters in the future." When the water is settled, the emotional matter will come naturally. ”

I nodded. Then I talked to her about literature and told her that I had written a novel and had lost it. She asked me if I had ever published an article. I said, no.

She smiled wryly and told me that she was just like me, she loved literature and had never published any work.

We talked a lot about literature. From Chinese writers to foreign writers, from modern writers to contemporary writers. I think we still have a common language in this area.

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