With Meng Yun's help, Yang Zijian put down his travel bag, divided more than ten kilograms of home-grown oranges brought by the family to them equally, and then asked: "Wang Yun will move to the school at half past two in the afternoon, which of you is free, go with us to help move things?" ”

Yu Mao played the guitar strings and shook his head: "I don't like writing, I don't want to bother with Wang." ”

Xie Xiaoqin peeled the orange and smiled: "I will go." After I showed my dad the Oak Club magazine, he actually asked me to publish an essay in the club magazine this semester. ”

Meng Yun was born in a small official family, and immediately pretended to be serious: "It's too vulgar, what is a stammer?" This is a noble and pure friendship between classmates and an expression of unity and friendship. President Jiang's entry into the dormitory of No. 1 Middle School is not only a 'historic event' of the Oak Literature Society, but also a major event for the first (2) class of high school to open a new chapter, not to mention President Wang's high morality and hard work......

Yang Zijian secretly sighed that this is China, the official standard is everywhere, in the nineties, being a "cadre" is the pursuit of progress, above board, failure is not shameful, shame is not to strive for - Mr. Lin just mentioned to expand the editor, and then Wang Yun accepted Yang Zijian's suggestion, in order to reduce the burden of the two editors-in-chief, the editorial department was grouped, and the power of the draft was delegated to the team leader, and then the first batch of 23 members of the "veteran" immediately changed from sheep to jackals, tigers and leopards.

Yang Zijian interrupted Meng Yun's various "expressions of loyalty" and said, "What team leader do you want to compete for?" ”

Meng Yun said honestly: "The leader of the poetry group." ”

Yang Zijian laughed and said, "Then you have to come on." In this smallest poetry group, there are more than a dozen people competing to be the team leader. Hell, why do so many people like to write poetry? ”

Meng Yun said of course: "China is a big country of poetry, from the Book of Poetry, Han Fu, Tang Ci, Song Ci, poetry is the mainstream of China, novels and prose have always been sideways, ancient literati gatherings, exchanges have never been novels, but poetry and pairs, at that time you can't write a few lines of poetry quatrains, you are not qualified to be a cadre......"

Yang Zijian found that he was ahead of his time, in this era, Gu Cheng Wang Guozhen's poetry is not half a point weaker than Wang Shuo Luyao's novels, Gu Cheng's "Generation" "The night gives me a pair of black eyes, but I use it to find light" is still the mantra of the majority of literary youth, poetry is still the jewel in the crown of literature, and the king of literary genres.

Thinking about it, Meng Yun is also very hard, working hard for poetry, and all kinds of drill camps for this team leader.

Yang Zijian said very angrily: "I have read your poetry and have made a lot of progress, I will definitely vote for you this time." However, in the end, it was Mr. Lin and Mr. Cui who made the decision, especially Mr. Cui, who is a poet himself. ”

Meng Yun immediately cocked the orchid and pointed, "Good friend!" If Wang Yun also voted for me, I think Mr. Lin and Mr. Cui would be embarrassed to veto. ”

In the middle of idle talk, it was half past two in the afternoon.

Yang Zijian, Meng Yun, Xie Xiaoqin, and five or six other female students waited in front of the big iron gate in the dormitory.

It is a sunny day, the sun is shining, the autumn wind is blowing, there is no cloud, from here you can see that the rice fields in Dongpo Village behind the school are golden, many farmers have begun to harvest the rice fields, and the surrounding area is filled with the joyful atmosphere of harvest.

After a few minutes, a small pickup truck tool cart slowly drove in, and there was a small dresser on top of the back bucket.

Wang Yun jumped down from the passenger seat, saw Yang Zijian standing in front, immediately smiled, came over to greet everyone to express his gratitude, and then took advantage of everyone to help move things and get out of the car, pulled Yang Zijian aside and asked, "You went to Lan's house last night?" ”

"Go."

"Did anything happen?"

Yang Zijian said without changing his face: "No! ”

"Really?" Wang Yun was a little unconvinced, she knew some about Lan Xue, to some extent, they were the same kind of people, after entering puberty, they subconsciously used their advantages to attract the attention of excellent boys. But Wang Yun is unconscious, and when he finds something out of line, he will immediately cut it off; But Lan Xue will carefully and skillfully pull the fishing line, and always control the excellent boys who love her to use it.

Yang Zijian said seriously: "What can happen if you borrow a few books?" You're too careful, Lan Xue is my fellow countryman, and she is the sister of our classmate Lan Hong, what can you do to me? ”

Wang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, glared at him and said, "Remember, you are my person, and I will take a good look at you in the future!" ”

Yang Zijian nodded and said: "For the great cause of the lord, the minister is willing to do his best." ”

Meng Yun said there: "Zijian, come and move things, what is in this box, it's so heavy." ”

Wang Yun immediately shouted: "Be careful, those are my favorite magazines and books, don't spill them and get dirty." ”

Anyone who has moved knows that books are actually the heaviest things, Yang Zijian and Meng Yun carried a box of books, panting and moving to the staircase of the girls' dormitory, and then were blocked by the management teacher of the girls' dormitory.

The middle-aged old woman would not let the boys go upstairs when she died, as if the boys were all gangsters - although each boy did carry the tools to commit the crime.

Wang Yun and a few girls did a few minutes of ideological work, but the dormitory supervisor teacher just didn't let go, and he was very principled.

However, this principle has never been valid for the girls' dormitory, but it is unfair to the boys, who don't know how many times they have been in the boys' dormitory, but Mr. Chen has never taken it seriously. Don't girls have the tools to commit crimes?

Yang Zijian, Meng Yun and other boys had to move the cardboard boxes containing books, suitcases for clothes, straw mats, quilt bags, pillows, daily necessities and other large and small things to the downstairs of the girls' dormitory, and then the girls moved them to the third floor. After such a toss, it took more than half an hour to move, and the boys were tired, and the girls were even more tired.

Sending away the small pickup, Wang Yun took his friends to arrange the "boudoir" in the dormitory.

Yang Zijian and the others sweated profusely and went back to the sink downstairs of the dormitory to take a bath, and then lay down in the dormitory like dead dogs to read, while Yang Zijian was revising the draft.

At five o'clock, Wang Yun took three female members to visit Room 405.

"The boys from the 405 kennel, can you come in?" A girl shouted generously.

Hearing the shouts outside the door, Yu Mao hurriedly put on his trousers, this guy was a little fat, but the shelf bed shook for a while, scaring Yang Zijian below that the bed was about to collapse.

Meng Yun and the others had already guessed that Wang Yun, the female president, would definitely come to inspect the work, especially to inspect Yang Zijian's living conditions, so they had already waited for the arrival of the big car in neat clothes.

Yang Zijian checked the dormitory, it was very clean, there was no smelly socks and smelly underwear, so he went to the door to welcome Wang Yun, he smiled: "Please come in, the president Yu Jia is here in person, 405 dog friends are shining!" ”

Meng Yun and Xie Xiaoqin put a bunch of oranges on the rice bowl.