Yongshen City, in September 2005, entered the end of a scorching hot season. Occasionally, a cool breeze with autumn comes slowly, but it can't compete with the white light that can bake the concrete pavement in all directions. On the edge of the busy roadside is a green belt known as the blood vessel of the city, and under the intense sun, no matter what kind of green plants are, they all sickly lower the leaves that have never bowed their heads even in the exhaust of cars.

The headquarters of "Anthology of Literary Miscellaneous" is located in Yongshen City.

Yongshen City is the financial center and fashion capital of the Kingdom of Greater China. In Yongshen City, there are four or five financial institutions every other street; Every other way, there is an international boutique store. However, no one has paid much attention to Yongshen City, which is still a literary city.

It is not very correct to say that it is literary and artistic, and the most famous thing in Yongshen is its feelings. From a long, long time ago, when that great man wrote an article in Yongshen City to open a newspaper to stir up the country, the world knew that Yongshen people are not only industrious and thrifty, but also more culturally passionate than other cities. After the change, more and more newspapers, publishing houses, and magazines were stationed in Yongshen, including the "Anthology of Literary Miscellaneous".

On this day, the sun is still scorching, and those office workers who are in a hurry on the street are still running around in stinky sweat against the sun. There is only a group of tourists who are getting more and more day by day, holding sun umbrellas and wearing sunhats in the major scenic spots of Yongshen, strolling casually.

"Lao Wang, did you receive any letter today?"

Li Yongkai, the current editor-in-chief of "Anthology of Literary Miscellaneous Works", entered the door of his house and came to the gatehouse, like the old Wang in the mailroom and asked. This is also what he must do every day, unless he is not on duty that day, he does not do it, or whether he is sick or clocks in normally, the first thing Li Yongkai does when he arrives at the company is to ask the old Wang in the mailroom.

After all, as one of the most demanding books and periodicals in the Kingdom of Great China, the "Anthology of Miscellaneous Works" receives tens of thousands of envelopes every day, and it takes those young men in the mailroom a day to sort out the letters they received that day, and then continue to repeat similar work the next day. As the head of the mailroom, Lao Wang must have his unique vision and literary literacy to help him pick out the most interesting letters.

Lao Wang, who was sitting on the chair, comfortably spit out a white smoke ring, and then replied to Li Yongkai's words: "Old Li, can you not come to my mailroom every day to suffer?" My old king is going to be annoyed by you, and he comes to me every day to ask me, after our mailroom is tidied up, won't we all send it to the editorial room? Could it be that my group of stinky boys didn't arrive in time every time? Then you have to knock and knock down. ”

When Li Yongkai heard this, he knew that this old friend was complaining about what he had to do every day, but Li Yongkai also knew that Lao Wang actually had no malicious intentions, based on their friendship for more than 20 years. However, Li Yongkai thought for a while, "Hey, Lao Wang, your group of young men are very good, and they have helped our editorial department a lot." Still, I want to ask you, is there a more interesting letter today? Forget it, I'll see for myself. ”

"Hey, wait, you old Li, you're in a hurry." Lao Wang straightened his body and put out the cigarette that had burned out his life in the ashtray and extinguished the last spark, "It's not that I don't give it to you, there are no interesting manuscripts, in the past few years, as you know, the quality of the manuscripts is getting more and more miserable." However, there is a contract reply, Lao Wang, this is the first time I have seen this kind of letter, special writer, tsk. ”

"Oh, really?"

Li Yongkai, who stopped, thought about it when he heard the words, it seems that last week, he had sent a contract envelope for a special writer, and last week, he didn't wait for a reply, thinking that the other party didn't agree, and he didn't think about it, so he actually gave him a surprise today.

After all, he was fortunate enough to read the manuscript for the first time and was deeply shocked, so he directly signed the author at the public evaluation team meeting once a week. If it weren't for the very high quality of the manuscript from this unmasked book friend, Li Yongkai would not have the confidence to convince every member of the public evaluation team. After all, the members of the public review group who can be selected for the "Anthology of Literary Miscellaneous" are all prestigious writers who have achieved certain results in the book market, and they have a very eccentric temper and are very cute and stubborn.

"Then show me it." Li Yongkai pushed his glasses, and behind the lenses, his curious and excited eyes were reflected.

"Well, here, take it." Lao Wang, who seemed to have anticipated Li Yongkai's reaction, had already prepared to pick up a letter from the table top of the messy book envelope and handed it to Li Yongkai.

Li Yongkai immediately opened the envelope again, briefly browsed it, and raised his hand, "Thank you, Lao Wang, I'll go back first." ”

"Get out."

What was left for Li Yongkai's back was Lao Wang's disdainful annoyance, but Li Yongkai couldn't care about it, because in this envelope, he saw another contribution from the author with a clear pen name.

After sitting in his office, Li Yongkai, who finished reading Ning Zhichu's submission, sighed deeply and was impressed by the story written by Ning Zhichu. Looking at the address on the envelope, Li Yongkai thought to himself, sure enough, the masters are hidden in the school, and I don't know what position this author with a clear pen name holds in Chengnan Middle School in Xinpu County, it is estimated that he is a backbone-level Chinese teacher, otherwise he would not have written such an evocative work.

………

When his works were remembered endlessly by Li Yongkai, the editor-in-chief of Yongshen's "Anthology of Literary Miscellaneous", Ning Zhichu was full of surprise and learned a news from Ning's mother.

"Mom, are you saying that the doctor finally allowed me and Coco to visit Grandpa in the hospital?"

Chen Yue'e nodded, washed her clothes quickly with her hands, and replied without looking back, "Yes, your grandfather's condition is relatively stable now, we have discussed it with the doctor, you and Coco, as well as Fangfang and Huihui, can all visit your grandfather." But it can only be through the glass, after all, your grandfather is now an infectious disease. Although the condition is stable, the children in your immune system who are not yet mature can only be separated by glass. ”

"That's fine, I haven't seen my grandfather in a long time. When? ”

Ning Zhichu didn't care about this, he only cared about when he could see his grandfather again. Because Ning Zhichu also knew in his heart that even if his grandfather was not an infectious disease, whether it was his father or his two aunts, he would not let the younger generation visit too closely. After all, Xinyang City has long had this traditional practice of avoiding medical treatment and keeping younger generations away from sick elders.

"This Saturday. When the time comes, you and Coco are ready. Chen Yue'e finished washing the clothes, wrung them out, and hung them up, "Go and dry them." ”

"Oh, okay." Ning Zhichu took the clothes handed over by Ning's mother, ran over, and hung it on the drying pole built with bamboo poles at the door.

The clothes that had just been hung up on the drying pole, and the unwrung out water beads, gradually condensed into a drop of water, dripping down, washing the green blades of grass.