In less than half an hour, Yang Zijian caught five carp, he and Lan Xue bragged easily, and the laughter sounded by the lake, which was particularly warm and happy, and the unhappiness of the symposium disappeared in a blink of an eye.

It was half past four in the afternoon.

Across a pine forest, the symposium at the main hotel is still going on.

"Zijian, you're actually fishing here!" A voice that seemed to laugh was heard, and then an adult version of "Blue Snow" appeared.

Yang Zijian was about to throw the line, he was overjoyed when he heard it, and turned his head to see that it was really a senior sister of Chu, although she was not as beautiful and delicate as Lan Xue, but her noble and elegant temperament far surpassed that of Lan Xue, especially the tall and plump figure, the dignified and decent silver evening dress, walked over from the lakeside path, and was as beautiful as a fairy.

"Hello senior sister!" Yang Zijian's heart was pounding, he quickly put down the fishing rod, trotted over to Chu Nu and saluted, and then followed her, looking very attached.

Chu Nu walked to the fishing platform, pulled a chair and sat down, basking in the sun leisurely, looking at the calm lake, ripples slightly.

Yang Zijian moved a small stool and sat beside her, without saying a word, but his heart was full of warmth and support, just like an abandoned child who suddenly found his mother again.

Lan Xue was a little annoyed that the "third party" intervened, which completely changed the atmosphere of the scene. Especially when she didn't wear any beautiful clothes today, with this loose school uniform, her demeanor immediately fell into disadvantage, but she still smiled: "Hello Sister Tang, at two o'clock in the afternoon, when you were in the internal conference room, it seemed that you sneaked away by answering the phone, I thought you had left Qiugu Manor!" ”

Chu Nu shook her head and said, "Xiaoxue, I'm not sneaking, but something is really wrong." The symposium was a bit too hasty, and to organize a group of singing and dancing programs, I was entrusted with inviting a few famous musicians. In order to show the literary and artistic style of Nanjian City, I specially found a batch of original music from Nanjian City, including Zijian's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond", for which I personally invited Mr. Xu Jing and Senior Sister Wu Fang to come over to perform. ”

Lan Xue exclaimed in surprise: "Teacher Xu Jing will also come over?" In May this year, Senior Sister Wu Fang also won the second prize of the Provincial Youth Singing Competition! ”

Chu Nu nodded, and then helped Yang Zijian to fight the grievances and said: "Zijian, I heard about you, and I know that you have been wronged today." Writers in the province don't attach much importance to your works, thinking that your hometown cultural prose cites too much content from Yang Shi, Zhu Xi, the Four Books and Five Classics, and classical masterpieces, and your prose poems have some negative thoughts and should not be encouraged. And Ma Qiuyuan's works are natural, innocent, and childlike, which should be supported. However, art knows no borders, and I will prepare a surprise for the guests in the provincial town at the party, so you should stay tonight to watch a good show! ”

Yang Zijian was a little embarrassed: "Teacher Yang Jun wants to give me English tutoring in person in the evening, I have to go back, otherwise he will be asked to wait." ”

Chu Nu pouted and said: "Teacher Yang will naturally go back when he sees that you are not coming, and the teacher has a lot of things in his hands - of course, he will scold you tomorrow." ”

Yang Zijian smiled bitterly, Mr. Yang will not scold, but he will continue to communicate with you in English what is "credit", "commitment" and other principles of life.

Chu Nu stretched out her hand and rubbed Yang Zijian's black hair, and said with some sadness: "You are also very difficult, a high school student, less than sixteen years old, originally the age of enjoying the happiness of youth, but you have to be busy, reading and writing day and night, worrying about hometown tourism, painstakingly planning to do cultural propaganda for 30,000 villagers to get rid of poverty and become rich, and running around to solve family poverty, Zijian, you are actually stronger and nobler than many people......"

This kind of comfort is so touching, Yang Zijian became self-satisfied, his eyes moistened and said: "If you are good, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be good alone." Ancient Confucianism did not bring scientific and technological civilization, but it forged the tenacious soul and profound cultural heritage of the nation. ”

Chu Nu changed her words and said, "Yesterday, my classmate and friend came to see me safely. I learned that when you followed Mayor Lan and Xu Pingfan to visit Professor Yi, you sang a self-created and self-composed song "The State of Etiquette". An Ran sang it again, wow, it's great, this ancient style is unique, melodious and passionate, and it completely broke my impression of the Dream of Red Mansions song. Therefore, I also asked An Ran to come over to accompany the music, which was sung by Wu Fang, which scared the writers in the province. ”

Then she urged: "These big writers and big leaders will definitely ask who wrote these two songs, and then I will push you out and let them understand what it means to have eyes and no beads - it can be regarded as a senior sister to help you breathe!" ”

Wow, isn't this a slap in the face of Chi Guoguo?

Chu Nu does have a bit of chivalrous thoughts, so she is so uneven.

Yang Zijian's blood boiled when he heard this, but after thinking about it for a while, he hesitated a little and said, "Senior sister, if I am here, I'm afraid it will be self-defeating!" The 'slap in the face' can be very satisfying in a novel, but in reality, it will increase the bad impression of the leader, which will be even more detrimental to my development in the future. So I still quit early, so that they will feel more guilty, at least they won't embarrass me in the draft. ”

Lan Xue agreed with Yang Zijian: "Yang Zijian's words make sense. Once, Mr. Shu took the wrong lesson plan and used the lesson of Class 3 in our class. I reminded him, and Mr. Shu confessed his mistake to his classmates. But after a month, he didn't look at me, the deputy squad leader, again. Whether it's a teacher or a leader, in fact, the heart is very small. ”

Chu Nu sneered, and after thinking about it for a while, she felt that it made sense, Yang Zijian was not qualified to slap her face now, so she said regretfully: "Then forget it, you eat in Qiugu early and go back to school early." ”

At seven o'clock, the night was falling.

Yang Zijian took a bath, he was comfortable, sitting in the classroom to tutor English, with Wang Yun in front and Zhang Jin in the back, and Teacher Yang sitting next to him, but the teacher kept "Doyouunderstand", which made him a little nervous.

After the first period of self-study in the evening, Mr. Yang left satisfied.

Wang Yun turned around and asked Yang Zijian, "How was today's symposium?" ”

Yang Zijian handed her an editor's address book and said: "The editors have known all of them, except for the editors of the evening newspaper, TV newspaper, and tax newspaper, everything else is friendly, and the best ones are the daily newspaper, youth newspaper, and overseas Chinese newspaper - I opened another column in the overseas Chinese newspaper." The columnist is actually half an editor, and as long as the quality is acceptable, all three newspapers will adopt it. ”

Wang Yun happily took the address book, copied it completely, and said, "Where are you going to put the communication between Lin Yi and Qian Li?" ”

Yang Zijian thought for a while and said: "Qian Li's article is in the daily newspaper, after all, her uncle has made contributions to the whole town, and it has a lot of weight. Lin Yi's put it on the Youth Daily, his father just did his duty as the village party secretary, and the most important thing is that there are not many people who read the Youth Daily, so there will be fewer people who imitate Qingfeng Village to grow peaches. ”

Wang Yun nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, if thousands of farmers and uncles go to plant peaches, it will be terrible." ”