The night breeze is like water.

A crescent moon streaks across the streetside buildings, and the plane trees "sizzle" in the wind.

There were no buses in Nanjian City after half past seven, so Yang Zijian and Lin Kechun walked home.

There are very few vehicles on the road, more of a bicycle "jingling", many young men carrying girls, chasing me on the night road, leaving behind the laughter and laughter along the way.

Lin Kechun frowned and looked at these young people, many of them were obviously high school students from the third and fourth middle schools, and a considerable number of them went to dance the so-called "veneer dance".

This kind of ambiguous dance was popular in the 80s, but it stopped for a while because the "Strike Hard" campaign hit a group of organizers hard, and as the "Strike Hard" movement passed for a few years, this trend came back.

However, with the rise of karaoke in the 90s, veneer dancing was gradually driven out of the market.

It's just that the video halls all over the street, as well as the content written on the small blackboard of the video hall "add a film at ten o'clock in the evening", made Lin Kechun feel helpless and angry, and he said to Yang Zijian: "I agree with you to make the literary club bigger and stronger, and the school magazine will increase to forty pages in the future, not only to absorb the members of the No. 1 Middle School, but also to absorb the members of other schools." Solicit contributions from junior high school students in Jeonnam Ken City, let them submit papers, cultivate their correct interests, and let them return to the correct outlook on life and values...... There is no hope for the school magazine of No. 1 Middle School, after all, it is the mouthpiece of the school and cannot be too lively. Lin Kechun didn't know if he was stimulated by Xiao Gu and Yang Zijian's deeds, and suddenly made up his mind.

Yang Zijian walked, feeling a little hot, the collar of the jacket and school uniform was pulled apart, and echoed the teacher: "Thank you for your support!" The journal "Like a Tree" has several advantages, its manuscript requirements are only higher than the composition, and it is not too literary, between student works and literary works, which is the most suitable for students, and there is no need to pay for manuscripts...... If the funds are sufficient, we can also invite editors such as Yan Cong, Chu Nu, and Xiao Gu to give them lectures to cultivate a reserve army of writers for Nanjian City. ”

Teacher Lin looked at Yang Zijian strangely and said, "I found that you always think deeper than I can think." ”

Yang Zijian had no choice but to "hehe" and smirk a few times.

At half past eight, Yang Zijian returned to the classroom to continue his evening self-study.

Due to the determination of the literary column of "Yungu Township New" in Nanjian Daily, Yang Zijian adjusted and revised the outline of the "Hometown Series Prose" that night, adding travelogues about the scenery of Nanjian City, such as "Jiajing Ancient City Wall" and "Liyuzhou Ancient Pavilion".

The next day, Thursday.

During the morning recess exercise, after Yang Zijian asked the head teacher for leave, he called Chu Nu to report the opening of the column last night.

Chu Nu said with a smile: "This is originally a good thing of 'Lang Qing concubine' and 'love at first sight', Xiao Gu reported in many forums that the writers of Nanjian City had too much influence on wound literature and revolutionary literature, and they were so ambitious that they didn't care about their own local culture. You showed up, literally making him see an oasis in the desert. By the way, the campus edition of "Nanjian Youth Daily" published your article "Ginkgo Tree, Bronze Bell and Accordion" today, which wrote the best side of your teachers and students in Nantang Junior High School, which is very warm and touching. ”

Yang Zijian said with a slight liking: "Thank you, senior sister." ”

Chu Nu was a little disgusted and said, "This voice doesn't seem to be very happy!" ”

Yang Zijian was numb to the published article, and immediately denied it: "How can there be! I can get the weight of my senior sister, I can publish my works, and I am so happy that I am about to become a bird and fly into the blue sky......"

Chu Nu hurriedly interrupted: "Come on, come on, I know your thoughts, now that the works have been published more, the excitement has decreased, hasn't it?" I've also experienced it, and now writing and publishing has become a hobby, a habit, and a job, and I can't even determine what more points there are. ”

Yang Zijian had no choice but to laugh dryly.

Chu Nu said: "Let me tell you two good news: First, the 'campus' edition of Nanjian Youth Daily has also decided to start a column for you next week, called 'Middle School Rising Star'." At the same time, the 'Oak Album' of your literary club was also published together, with a total of eight works, six essays and two poems. ”

Yang Zijian is really happy now, the column or something, it has been decided a long time ago, and it is not very good, but the album is finally confirmed, which has laid a solid foundation for the development of the "Oak" magazine, and he is happy for his lover, friends and classmates.

Regardless of the shopkeeper's astonishment, he shouted in a shriek, "Great, great! Sister Chu, you are so interesting, I thank you on behalf of the Literature Society! You are really our guiding star, our Bole, gardener, rain and dew, wax torch ......"

Chu Nu laughed and said, "This seems to be the congratulatory message I wrote to the teacher before!" ”

The two talked about "Triple Door" on IBM again, and Chu Nu read it again and made some suggestions, but she didn't ask Yang Zijian to revise it.

After making the phone call, the recess exercise was over, Yang Zijian hurried back and reported to Wang Yun, Qian Li, Lin Yi, Zhang Yimin and other literary club members the good news that the "Oak Album" would be released next Thursday, and the articles of eight students in the class would be reported.

For a while, the whole class was thunderous, although most of them were jealous, but there were one and two, they worked hard, and the next album may be them.

Wang Yun happily fluttered in his ponytail, his pretty face flushed, and then asked in a low voice: "Which eight members are the works, is there any mine?" "She wrote a poem in praise of the school, and the likelihood of publication was a bit low.

Yang Zijian shrugged and deliberately complained: "This album doesn't have my work, it's my business, of course I forgot to ask, if you want to know, just call the editing room and ask!" And you are the president, and the achievements of the members are your achievements. ”

Wang Yun was happy and distressed mixed together, some of the gains and losses, and felt that it was better not to call, let the hope be kept for a week longer!

But then, Yang Zijian was very happy and sad.

The third class is the class of Chemistry Liu Duanchang, he pasted last week's "Senior One (2) Class Unit Examination Honor List" and "Senior One Year Honor List" on the back wall, and praised the top 100 students in the whole year, the first year of high school (2) is not bad, accounting for 17 people in the top 100 of the seven classes, and the champion of the year is Zhang Jin!

Liu Duanchang criticized the backward classmates by name from time to time, especially Yang Zijian, who had regressed a lot, and asked him to strengthen his study and have both study and interest.

After class, Yang Zijian ran to the right side of the blackboard newspaper at the back of the classroom, and squeezed the "honor list" of the class with a group of classmates.

It's not so much an honor roll as a ranking, a competitive list.

Counting the names one by one, he saw his overall ranking: nineteen.