On Sundays, after 8 p.m., the boarders "return home" one after another, and the dormitory area at the top of the mountain is bustling with activity. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The dormitories, corridors, sinks, and bathhouses are full of people, and the students are either talking about Hong Kong and Taiwan stars, or commenting on Sino-British relations, gossiping about the scandals of the class flowers with ambiguous sly, and cursing the damn homework and endless exams through gritted teeth.

The nine members of dormitory No. 405 gathered, Gu Anjun, Tang Weiquan, Meng Yun, and Fan Long, who had gone home on Saturday afternoon, also returned, and after Xie Xiaoqin and Yu Mao boasted and publicized, they all knew that Yang Zijian had published a group of poems, and he was about to get eighty-one manuscript fees, and immediately took envelopes and newspapers to read them.

"Memories of the Frost Moon", what is this thing written, a single sentence can be understood, and it is confusing when it is integrated. In order not to fall behind, the high school students applauded one by one unconsciously, and as a result, they made a noise in the dormitory next to them and ran over to join in the fun.

The classmates and neighbors who originally had a mediocre relationship with Yang Zijian became familiar with each other all of a sudden, and all kinds of envy and jealousy shouted that they wanted to teach secrets, and some people heard that Yang Zijian's family was very bad, so they deliberately expressed sympathy and admiration.

The hustle and bustle didn't end until the dorm lights went out.

Yang Zijian was physically and mentally exhausted, lying on the bed and preparing to sleep.

In the dark, Tang Weiquan, who was a member of the sports committee, suddenly turned over on the top bunk in front of him and asked, "Zijian, did you have the consent of Mr. Lin to submit your poems?" Does the head teacher know? ”

"I didn't say anything about this." Yang Zijian smiled bitterly for a long time, knowing that this is a huge problem, the current teacher, to a certain extent, is their guardian, Yang Zijian avoided the guardian to contribute, and it was just not published, but now it is published, it is challenging the teacher's authority, questioning the teacher's teaching ability, and denying the teacher's educational grace.

"No way, if I show it to Mr. Lin, he may not let me submit it, but it will also be a student newspaper, and the student newspaper will not use this kind of 'graceful and negative' poetry." Yang Zijian defended himself.

Tang Weiquan said solemnly: "But there is a middle school in front of your name, and your address is also written in a middle school." I don't know what to say, it's not right anyway. The school is a big organization, the class is a small organization, and we cannot act independently from the organization. ”

Holy, so serious? Even the organization has been brought out!

Yang Zijian listened, thought about it, and found that this school was actually more like a big military camp, with orders and prohibitions, and strict hierarchies, and suddenly felt like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Fan Long, the son of a coal mine cadre, was a little jealous of Yang Zijian's sudden appearance and pride, and after listening to Tang Weiquan's words, he immediately saw the problem, and gloated: "The teacher said that the school is a big family, and the teacher is our parent, Zijian, you are in trouble, I believe that now these 'parents' are already discussing how to punish you." ”

Yang Zijian sat up uneasily, irritable.

In school, he is not free, to a certain extent, if he drops out of school and submits as a free person, it will be smoother on the road to fame, otherwise everything must be approved by the teacher.

Xie Xiaoqin comforted: "It's so serious, but publishing a set of poems, this is still a glory for the school, how can you say that it is also a good thing, how can it be punished?" ”

Fan Long sneered a few times and said confidently: "Don't believe it, right?" We'll see, we'll find out tomorrow. ”

The teacher criticized a few times, and he didn't care, it was a big deal to take a pen name and then secretly submit it, but the problem was that the first published poem in his works was the group of poems "Memories of the Frost Moon", which was very unfavorable to him, because the poetry was retreating, it was difficult to put a personal brand, and it would be misunderstood as plagiarism. On the contrary, travelogue essays will not, especially local landscape travelogues, which are often obvious to the editing teachers who are in charge of local literature.

The thought that he would be considered plagiarized by the school teachers made me feel uncomfortable.

In fact, Yang Zijian has long been alert to this, but because he only has more than ten yuan in his pocket and a terrible family environment, if he doesn't steal, rob or borrow, he can only use the poems with the highest manuscript fee to submit.

His brain was spinning, and he soon thought of many countermeasures: first, take the initiative to admit his mistakes tomorrow; 2. Prove your writing ability, poetry is not easy to assess, but you can let the teacher test your composition level on the spot; 3. Write a batch of works that can be published in juvenile student publications, hang the name of the responsible teacher, satisfy the sense of honor of the school and the teacher, and let the school and the teacher be tied to themselves......

But here is another question, in the composition test class in the first week of school, how to explain the "ordinary essay" he wrote before he crossed over? Of course, there can be many excuses, such as headaches that day, but they are always not satisfactory.

Yang Zijiancai really began to have a headache: a lie often has to be covered up with more lies.

In this way, tossing and turning, Yang Zijian fell asleep in a daze.

Flowing and dripping――

The next day, in the middle of the night, the rain continued to fall until six o'clock in the morning, when it stopped temporarily, and the ground was wet, and the puddles reflected the gloomy sky.

Because of the rain, the morning exercise stopped.

Yang Zijian hid in the dormitory, thought for a while, and finally made up his mind.

During the morning reading at six o'clock, he carried a schoolbag of books on his back and ran to the teacher's apartment area, asked the teachers who passed by about the home of teacher Lin Kechun, and then visited the door.

Room 307, Building 02, Teacher's District.

Yang Zijian stood at the door, combed his hair with his head fingers, straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and prepared to knock on the door.

Huh

The wooden door suddenly opened, startling Yang Zijian.

It was Mr. Lin who opened the door, he was of medium stature, with a Chinese face, square and majestic, wearing a pair of blue striped swimming trunks and a white vest, and was about to go for a morning run, but he didn't expect a person standing at the door, and he was also startled, and when he looked at it, it was actually Yang Zijian who was causing big trouble, and his eyes flashed with a trace of annoyance and sternness.

Yang Zijian preemptively said: "Mr. Lin, I am here to make a review of your mistakes, I published a group of poems in Nanjian Daily, the situation is complicated, can you give me a little time, let me explain what happened." ”

Teacher Lin looked at his watch, exhaled, the morning run could only be canceled, he said helplessly: "Come in, Yang Zijian, your business, the school leaders know, I was planning to take you to the teaching and research department in the morning for a review." ”

Yang Zijian breathed a sigh of relief and strode indoors.