The afternoon sun shines obliquely through the window.

The Youth League Municipal Committee is located in the south of the Municipal Party Committee compound, a three-story building made of bluestone bricks, tall and solid like a castle, and the outer wall is crawled with wisteria, which is particularly quiet.

Chu Nu was lying on an old rattan chair, with her feet on the table, looking at the "Like a Tree" magazine sent by Nanjian No. 1 Middle School.

She has never read student journals, and the student articles of these school magazines and magazines can't see the students' real feelings at all under the guidance of the teacher, and there is no literary value and ideological spark, so what is there to see?

But this time it was different, "Oak Tree" was edited by Yang Zijian, and this junior's whimsical ideas were very much to her taste, so she reluctantly picked up this thin "journal" and looked at the title page-

oak

Issue 1 (September 1991)

It is co-sponsored by the Chinese Language Group of Nanjian No. 1 Middle School and the Oak Literature Club of Class 1 (2) of Nanjian No. 1 Middle School

Instructors: Lin Kechun, Cui You

Executive Editor-in-Chief: Wang Yun, Yang Zijian

Editors in charge: Zhang Yimin, Qian Li, Lin Yi, Meng Yun......

"Yang Zijian, you are also degenerate, just these few pieces of broken paper and a few articles, you have engaged in dozens of editors, sealed so many 'cadres', and even the literary club has come to play the official position, it really disappoints me!" Chu Nu scolded lightly, there was already a conflict that tore it apart.

Fortunately, Yang Zijian's name made him hold back.

In the blank space of the lower left part, there is a "Little Story of the Editor-in-Chief", probably a publication testimonial or an editor's note or something, in order to understand Yang Zijian's concept of running a journal and understand the core idea of the whole magazine, she still decided to read it——

After high school physical education class, the boys returned to the classroom in twos and threes, occasionally blushing and throwing their heads up to drink the water from their glasses.

Some boys asked girls to borrow napkins to wipe the sweat on their faces, and the corners of their clothes were turned up and down to fan the wind.

Girls walked into the classroom in groups, giggling and gossiping, discussing who and whom.

This was accompanied by several high-decibel screams: 'Who drank the water from the old lady's cup?' Stand out! ’

There were also some impatient students who complained to each other after writing their names on the test papers: 'Every day, every week, every week, big exam, test Mao!'

I smiled and stood right next to them, and when I couldn't help but want to interject-

Suddenly, everything in my eyes was gone, the light and shadow were hazy, and only an old graduation photo was left in my hand. ”

Chu Nu didn't say anything at first, but when she saw the last sentence, suddenly the softest part of her heart was kneaded, and those memories that had passed five or six years suddenly came to her heart, and tears flowed down like an unstoppable faucet.

There is also a line in the bottom right corner of the story:

"Before it becomes a graduation photo, please cherish your high school life - Yang Zijian."

After reading this little story, the students only thought that they were a little moved, and they didn't feel anything, but for the alumni who graduated out, and even the teachers in school, after reading this story, such a short short article, that kind of inexplicable nostalgia, but the feeling of the passage of time really went deep into the bone marrow and made people cry wet their clothes.

Only when you lose it, you will cherish it.

It is this little story of Yang Zijian that touches the soul that will make many adults put aside their prejudices and decide to continue reading.

"Good story!" Chu Nu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and decided to continue reading.

The works in it are all about the life of a middle school student, including narratives about school, dormitory, and family, as well as travelogues and poems.

For example, Qian Li wrote a "Dahlia in Dormitory 311", through the girls in the dormitory taking turns watering and cultivating the flowers, and finally waiting for the joy of flowering, the friendship of the dormitory girls is bland and touching; For example, Zhang Yimin's "My Little Flower Cat" uses a delicate tone to write about her happiness after studying; There is also "Street Lamps on Furong Road", which this student wrote about the feelings of reading under the street lamps in spring, summer, autumn and winter, especially on cold winter evenings, with scarves and gloves shrunk and holding books and reading, like a little girl selling matches......

And all this, she suddenly saw for the first time, many years ago, she also experienced it.

Similarly, many teachers and editors read it and found it very kind.

It is rare for Chu Nu to read the school magazine, more than 40 poems, of which less than 10 are out of the category of composition and can be said to have literary works, but they are already very rare.

Attached to the envelope was a letter of thanks from the Literary Society drafted by Yang Zijian, which was full of praise and cuteness, and finally hoped that the Youth Daily could open an album for the Oak Society, and "threatened" after the letter:

"I believe that as the kindest and most respectable senior sister, as the brightest and brightest alumnus in the school, you will not let us down!"

Chu Nu couldn't help but laugh angrily, she looked at the time, well, it seemed that the second class was over, she immediately called Cui You and said, "Teacher Cui, I read the Oak Club magazine you directed today, it is very touching and very aura." ”

Cui You said with a smile: "I didn't interfere too much, they did it all by themselves, just check it in the final review, editor Chu, don't praise them." ”

Chu Nu changed her words and said: "But they wrote me a letter, and I will read the last paragraph to you: '...... As one of the brightest and brightest alumni, you will not let us down! 'Teacher Cui, did you tell them to write this?' ”

Cui You broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this, he was not Lin Kechun, and he had never taught Chu Nu, he was a little scared of Chu Nu's background, and immediately explained: "I didn't know there was this letter at all, really." The idea of releasing an 'album', I can guarantee that it must be a bad idea from Yang Zijian! Xindao: If you want to blame, blame Yang Zijian, anyway, you fell in love with him, and gave him a suit and leather shoes.

Chu Nu said coldly: "Well, I guess too." You called Yang Zijian, it seems that your teacher is too indulgent to him, so let me, the senior sister, teach him a good lesson. ”

Cui You listened to the sound outside the strings and knew that there was a drama in the "album", but Yang Zijian was bold and reckless, and "threatened" that Chu Nu might suffer a "little crime", that's okay, the dead friends are not dead and poor.

He immediately said, "Okay, I'll call him over right away." ”

Then he strode to the nearby broadcasting room, and sent out a school-wide announcement with some anger: "Yang Zijian, immediately go to the senior one language room of the office building!" Yang Zijian, go to the senior one language room of the office building immediately! ”

In the classroom, Yang Zijian heard the loud sound of the radio, couldn't help but stand up, and said to Lin Yi: "This is Teacher Cui's voice?" ”

Lin Yi said: "It seems to be." ”

Yang Zijian had no choice but to run over, the third period was a self-study class, and he was still preparing to write "Triple Gate", what is this?

Cui You glared at him and whispered: "Chu Nu has read your journal and letters, this matter has a spectrum, but you have to admit your mistake well, and you are not allowed to talk back if you are scolded, do you know?" ”

Yang Zijian grinned and said, "Teacher Cui, don't worry, I have been beaten and scolded by my family since I was a child, and my skin is very thick." ”