The next day, when Tang Tang got up from the bed with his sore waist, the first thing was to find Little Brother Tang and beat him violently.

Tang Gang, who was scratched last night, wanted to cry without tears, "Sister, you beat me for Mao?" ”

Tang Tang ruthlessly attacked and reprimanded: "Listen to the corner? You're really capable, see if you have a long memory in the future! ”

As soon as he heard this, Tang Gang also lost the confidence to defend himself, snorted twice, and swallowed his anger. But he didn't expect that this was not the end, as soon as he went out, he found Xu Changlin waiting in the corner, beckoning him to come over.

Tang Steel: "Σ( ° △°|||) ︴！ ”

…… He's so good!

"Brother-in-law-" Tang Gang held his face, he couldn't move his steps under his legs, he felt that his legs and feet were weak, his limbs were weak, his mouth and tongue were numb, he just wanted to turn around and run home quickly, and never go out to cause trouble again.

The outside world is so scary!

Xu Changlin leaned against the wall and said lightly: "Come here." ”

Tang Gang held his breath in his throat, thought about it for a long time, and slowly moved over with a sense of determination to go to the execution ground. As soon as he got to Xu Changlin's side, he couldn't help but hug his thighs to show his loyalty, and said, "Brother-in-law, I was wrong." ”

Xu Changlin glanced at him and chuckled.

Suddenly, it was like thunder in Tang Gang's mind, and he didn't dare to speak casually, and the whole person was timid and unconfident, and shouted hesitantly. "Brother-in-law, I promise I won't dare again in the future."

When Xu Changlin heard this, he let him go. "Okay, I remember."

Tang Gang: "......" Ma Ma, is it really okay to hand over my sister to such a person?

Brother Tang was joined by his sister and brother-in-law in men's and women's doubles, and he was a little depressed after a day, which made Tang's mother quite strange to see it, and warned: "What are you doing?" Go back to the house and read a book! ”

Tang Gang subconsciously said what he had been thinking about for a long time, "Mom, I found that it is really better to find a good husband than to study." After he finished speaking, he smacked half of the salary, and felt more and more that he was right.

Look at his sister Tang Tang, now it can be regarded as completely hard backstage, someone is holding it, and he can walk sideways at home, and he is even more ruthless when he is taught a lesson.

He just wanted to talk to Tang's mother a few more words, but when he turned his head, he found that Tang's mother's face was completely dark.

"( ⊙ o ⊙ ) Ah, Mom?!"

Tang Ma threw down the rag in her hand, picked up the broom head and pounced on it, angrily scolding: "What do you mean by this? Do you still want to find a husband for me and your dad to come back? I see that you are beaten lightly, and your skin is itchy again, see if I don't give you the right bones! ”

"Alas, it hurts! Mom, Mom, you misunderstood! No, that's not what I meant! ”

Late that night, Brother Tang, who was huddled in the quilt and biting the corners of the quilt, felt that he was most wronged. Who did he recruit to provoke whom, what kind of grudge is this, why did he get beaten by everyone in the family repeatedly?!

Fortunately, Tang's father didn't know what he had done, so he escaped. Or maybe you have to break this leg?

Tang Xiaodi lay aggrievedly in the quilt and wanted to cry without tears, but Mao Mao opened up a new world in the new house.

"Here, mine! Here, too, mine! The whole realm is mine! It proudly patrolled the courtyard of the house, and regarded the house and yard inside and outside as its own property, eager to jump on the roof and roar loudly, announcing its existence to the world!

It happily thought so, and did so. When it jumped to the roof, it immediately meowed for a long time, listening to its own voice echoing in the wind, and felt more and more that this high-altitude place was good, no wonder people said that it was too cold to be high.

Sure enough, as soon as it stepped on it, it felt like the whole world was under its feet.

Tang Tang in the house heard its cry, and couldn't help but react in a daze, "Maomao is barking outside, is there something wrong?" ”

Xu Changlin's fiery body on his side covered him, "Don't worry about it, it will take care of it." ”

Tang Tang couldn't help but shake his head and refused: "No, not coming." ”

In the dark, I only heard a muffled laugh, "Well, I see." ”

After half a salary——

"You don't talk a lot!" Tang Tang was shocked.

Xu Changlin smiled: "What did I promise you?" ”

The atmosphere in the room was hot, and Mao Mao, who was squatting on the roof, couldn't help but feel that his heart was cold to scum.

It looked at the moon in the wind, speechless and choked, why let a meow bear all this? It's the only single animal in the huge mansion, so don't be too sadistic!

Suddenly, it swooped off the roof and jumped over the wall, determined to go out and find its second spring.

In such a quiet and happy life, the years passed quickly, and in the eighties in a blink of an eye, Tang Tang also graduated from school and was assigned to work in the magazine.

In the 80s, it was the era when magazines and periodicals across the country were shining brightly, and the total print run of periodicals in the whole year reached billions of copies, and the variety of periodicals in the country was also unprecedentedly popular. Among them, literary journals are the most anticipated.

After the twists and turns of the 70s, the folk customs have just opened, the taboos have just opened, and everyone has fallen into an unprecedented book famine.

Many books were burned in turbulent times. Now, what to see? What do you think? Is it good-looking? It has become a hot topic among young people nowadays.

If anyone can get a rare book or book at home, it can attract the envy of others, and it will provoke the people around him to rush up and circulate it to each other.

But in such a fiery atmosphere, Tang Tang's magazine "Hundred Flowers Literature and Art" is unexpectedly deserted.

Their magazines have gradually been delayed from semi-monthly and monthly to bi-monthly, not because the magazine is unwilling to print more, but because the published magazines are cold in the market, and the readers who are willing to subscribe are few and few, so that they cannot sell even if they are printed.

For this reason, everyone in the whole company was sad, and Zou Chongwen, the editor-in-chief of the magazine, was so anxious that his mouth was full of fire and he couldn't sleep all night.

Early in the morning, he gathered the whole company together and urgently convened a discussion meeting, and he had to come up with a solution anyway, and he couldn't sit back and watch the magazine go into decline.

Zou Chongwen stayed up all night and kept his face black, and at this time he was drinking hot tea to refresh himself, and he said in a low voice: "Don't sit down, everyone, at the moment, our magazine is not as good as a day, let's talk about it, what are the good ideas?" ”

Lao Zhang, who had a straightforward temper, immediately couldn't help but chatter, and said in a hurry: "I don't think our magazines are bad, and their ideology and literary quality are not lower than others. ”

He sighed helplessly, feeling a little pity.

After he finished speaking, there was a sudden silence in the small room, and everyone's faces were thoughtful and silent.

Seeing that the atmosphere was cold again, without a little vitality and vitality, Liu Tou, who had been in the magazine for the longest time, couldn't help but clear his throat, attracting everyone's attention.

"There must be reasons for the high and low qu." Hearing him say this, everyone's spirit suddenly slackened again, thinking that he was also going to repeat Lao Zhang's opinion, and there was nothing new. Unexpectedly, his next sentence was like a series of rhetorical questions, and the questions came out like a series of cannons.

"But did the ancients have high intentions? The Four Books and Five Classics, which is not an extraordinary work with lofty intentions and profound style, can be said to be everyone's work, which is worthy of being passed down for centuries. But not to mention ordinary people, even all of us here, how many of us can directly recite it now? Let's talk about it, who can recite an article from beginning to end completely, and I will be the first to serve him! ”

Lao Liu's shout, like a heavy alarm bell, knocked heavily on everyone's hearts, suddenly making people feel refreshed and deafening.

Lao Zhang heard the rebuttal to himself in his words, frowned, and opened his mouth to say: "Xiao Tang, aren't you a graduate of the Chinese department?" Come, test your homework, and memorize one or two articles for Lao Liu Tou to see! ”

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the whole room, and there was no shortage of people cheering Tang Tang on her and moving her to show off on the spot.

Tang Tang smiled and politely refused, not forcing the limelight. "Seniors, in front of you, which round will you get my little pawn to succeed? What's more, I don't have a lot of confidence, old Liu, I'll go home tonight and hurry up to warm the book, and promise to go to you in front of you in two days to memorize it! ”

As soon as her words fell, everyone let out a good-natured laugh, and Lao Liu Tou even pointed at her and laughed so much that his stomach hurt. "You cramped ghost, okay, I'll wait!"

Seeing that the atmosphere of the scene was lively, everyone had a little relaxed on their faces, but the editor-in-chief Zou Chongwen still had a heavy face, and said thoughtfully: "So, do you mean that this song is not good?" ”

As soon as his voice sounded, everyone instantly smiled, quietly waiting for Old Liu's answer.

Old Liu Tou straightened his face and said, "It's not bad, it's out of place." If it is on the occasion of an academic seminar, it is natural that such masterpieces will make a great difference, but in front of the masses, he can't understand and can't understand thoroughly, and he is also lazy to spend time on the study of word by word, how can he really love our works? ”

Lao Liu Tou hit the nail on the head, but there was some inexplicable feeling in everyone's hearts.

They have always claimed to be editors and writers, but they are all literati in the industry, and they really like to delve into literary and artistic works in their hearts, is it true that they give up their bodies to write those popular works on the market? Isn't that a departure from their original intentions?

Lao Zhang immediately sank his face and pointed out sharply: "Our "Hundred Flowers Literature and Art" is not one of those things that go with the flow, you see that now anyone dares to run a magazine, and a society without publishing qualifications also dares to run a magazine in the name of a book series, and the good and bad are all together. The more we are in this torrent of mud and sand, the more we must be firm in our position, and we can't be grass on the wall! ”

Lao Zhang's words were loud, and they were hard like a piece of iron, and they smashed into everyone's hearts. He's right, isn't the person who writes the essay just to have such a rock-solid integrity?

However, Lao Liu Tou disagreed, and said coldly: "I admire your backbone, but what if the masses don't buy it now?" Do you want to watch the magazine go out of business? ”

In an instant, all the insistence was punctured like a soap bubble, and for a while, everyone's enthusiasm was boiled by Lao Zhang, and they all cooled down.

Lao Zhang snorted unconvinced, turned his head and sat aside.

Seeing this, the editor-in-chief Zou Chongwen asked directly: "Old Liu, do you have a way?" ”

Old Liu Tou sighed deeply and said, "Just one word, change." ”

"How?" The big guys are all confused.

"We will write what the masses like." Lao Liu Tou said succinctly, but after everyone was slightly silent, they suddenly burst into questioning voices.

"How can this work?"

"yes, does it work? Isn't it the same as the magazines on the market, where do we have any of our own characteristics? ”

"Go with the flow, and you will only be overturned by the waves in the end!"

For a time, there were different opinions. Seeing that the house was noisy like a vegetable market, Zou Chongwen couldn't help but feel that his head was about to explode in annoyance, only to feel that the room was suffocating.

He got up suddenly, pushed the door open, and walked out, until he reached the rooftop of the building, only to feel his lungs breathe.

Behind him, there was the sound of soft footsteps.

"Don Xiao, it's you!" Zou Chongwen smoked his cigarette silently, suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Tell me, what do you think?" ”