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Yang Zijian felt that his mood was just like this cloudy weather, better than no stuffiness.

He likes sunny days or rainy days, sunny days make people lofty, rainy days make people peaceful.

"Let's eat, the queue won't be too crowded now." Xie Xiaoqin turned his head at the front table and said.

Yang Zijian didn't get up after saying anything, and left the classroom with Xie Xiaoqin and Lin Xun, in front of the moon gate of Taoli Garden, he suddenly had a whim, and turned his head to look at the hibiscus tree boulevard on the right.

"Yang Zijian, come here, come here!" Sweating profusely, Wang Yun ran from the direction of the school gate, waving at him shouting his name and holding a newspaper in his hand.

Wang Yun, as the head of the four major classes of class (2), has been very famous since junior high school, she is a bit like a Hunan girl, big grin, because she is a student cadre, engaged in propaganda work, often men and women are not taboo, and the scandals about her have been passed on one after another, and then no one has passed them on, so others don't feel abrupt.

Yang Zijian's eyes were sharp, and at a glance she could see that the newspaper in her hand was the Wednesday special issue of Nanjian Daily.

Could it be that his work was published ahead of schedule? Yang Zijian had this thought in his heart, and then he had a burst of ecstasy, and immediately ordered Xie Xiaoqin to go to the cafeteria first, and ran towards Wang Yun in great strides, which was a record in his life, and rushed to Wang Yun in a blink of an eye, breathing rapidly, staring at her eyes.

Wang Yun was also panting, his face was flushed, his forehead was a little sweaty, obviously he was trotting, and bursts of fragrant fragrance were rushing in with heat, full of youthful vigor and moving breath.

Wang Yun waved the newspaper rolled into a paper tube and exclaimed excitedly: "I was at my father's place and saw your "Snow Country", which is a set of poems written by you and published in the daily newspaper on Wednesday! ”

"Really?"

"Really, really!"

Yang Zijian's heart was full of joy, he felt that his whole body flew lightly, took the newspaper excitedly, stood under the hibiscus tree, and browsed the group of poems on the "Hundred Gardens" that were changed to "Memories of the Frost Moon".

It's actually a supplement headline! Supplements generally don't have a headline, but looking at the upper right corner first is the reader's reading habits, because it is also a headline by default, and the editor will also put the best works in the whole page on it.

Wang Yun's eyes lit up and stared at him, like a female dragon staring at a pile of gems and gold coins, she was even more excited than Yang Zijian: "Yang Zijian, you are worthy of being the pillar of my Oak Literature Society, if you are a one-person dragon, my Oak Literature Society has you, and there will be a literary Three Kingdoms that will unify the high school for one year, and the future belongs to us." ”

Of course, Yang Zijian wanted to be funny, and echoed her: "The lord is very kind, Zijian is unforgettable." Zijian is willing to serve the work of dogs and horses and assist the lord to achieve great things as soon as possible. However, it is not the first year of high school that we want to unify, but the whole school. ”

"It's just the widow's will!"

The two glanced at each other, laughed, and were in high spirits for a while.

Yang Zijian said suddenly: "Since it was published on Wednesday, the sample letter from the newspaper may have been sent." ”

So, the two ran to the guard at the school gate and asked about the letter sent to "Yang Zijian".

"Yang Zijian's letter? Of course there is, but do you know who took Yang Zijian's pen name? A few days ago, Director Liu of the President's Office was also looking for this person. An elderly doorman in a light blue security overalls said.

Yang Zijian pointed at himself and said, "I am Yang Zijian, this is my real name, you can investigate casually." ”

When the old doorman heard this, his eyes widened and he shouted: "What, the author of the poems published in the Nanjian Daily, is it you?" A high school student? ”

Yang Zijian has had a lot of ups and downs in the past few days, and he stood up a little carried away and said: "Yes, a genuine student in the first (2) class of high school, a member of the Oak Literature Club. I am a genius, the essay of primary and junior high school is a model essay, and I have won the winning prize in every school-wide essay competition, this poem was written by me the morning before yesterday, Wang Yun can prove it. ”

Wang Yun bowed his head and said, "Master Qin, I can prove it." I watched him write it with my own eyes, and I also recited the poem "Snow Country"! ”

Wang Yun's father is the director of the Chengxi Police Station, the doorman is responsible for security, and at the same time is controlled by the police station, of course he knows Director Wang's son-in-law, and Wang Yun has been studying in No. 1 Middle School since junior high school, and she knows the roots.

"It was supposed to be a mistake and returned to the post office the following Monday, but luckily you arrived in time." Master Qin immediately found the bulging large envelope containing the sample newspaper from a pile of letters, handed it to Yang Zijian, and reminded: "Student Yang Zijian, you should write the grade class on the envelope, so that it can be sent to your classroom." ”

Yang Zijian secretly thought that if he wrote the class, he might not be able to publish it, but he responded: "I'm sorry I forgot." It's too much trouble for you. I'll take care of the address in the future. By the way, I also voted for a lot of local newspapers, if it is sent to this name, help me stay here, I will come to pick it up. ”

The two then left the porter.

Master Qin watched the two leave, suddenly thought of something, immediately ran back to the room, and hurriedly called Director Liu of the principal's office to report Yang Zijian's situation.

The two walked on the sidewalk of the off-campus highway, and after the excitement, they were speechless for a while, after all, the two did not know each other very well.

As a boy, Yang Zijian planned to send Wang Yun to a bus stop near the school to express his gratitude.

When approaching the site, Wang Yun suddenly pointed to a small fried shop and said with a smile: "Great poet, the masterpiece is published, do you want to treat yourself?" ”

Yang Zijian was at the point of excitement, and immediately bent down and gestured very chic and said: "Of course, it is a great honor to be here, we will arrive at the ......" Immediately remembering that he only had more than ten oceanic properties, he couldn't help but show a bitter dry smile.

The manuscript fee has not arrived, and he still has to live on this money, he said embarrassedly: "I still have urgent things to do today, can I owe it first?" Well, when my manuscript fee comes, I'll invite you? ”

Wang Yun understood, pursed his lips and smiled: "This kind of good thing, how can it be delayed, after a few days, this excitement will subside, and if you want to celebrate, you have to celebrate on the same day, so let's invite you." ”

"What's so embarrassing?"

"You're welcome, I'm the president, you are my important advisor, and your achievements are the achievements of the Literature Club! My dad used to invite his colleagues to his house for dinner! ”

Wang Yun was influenced by his father's ears and eyes, and he has cultivated a cheerful and generous bearing since he was a child.

Yang Zijian didn't squirm anymore, nodded and said, "Okay, the lord will give a banquet, and Zijian will be cheeky to accept it." ”

The two entered the "Ah Rong Small Fried Shop", which is located between No. 1 Middle School and Nanjian Bearing Factory, and its main customers are workers, teachers and students, so it is quite clean and standardized.

After Wang Yun asked Yang Zijian about his dietary requirements, he very skillfully ordered "fried shredded potatoes", "Kung Pao chicken", "bitter gourd scrambled eggs", "fried back to the pot meat" and "clam soup".