On Wednesday, September 4, at 10 o'clock in the morning, two sweaty men walked outside the gate of Heyang No. 1 Middle School.

One is tall and strong, with a rough face, a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a bit exotic.

A thin and weak, fair-skinned face, with a delicate face, a handsome guy with the potential of a little white face, as feminine as his name.

Tall and strong is Liu Zelai, the editor of the Central Plains Evening News.

Thin and weak is Su Qing, the editor of the Hexi Literature and Art Publishing House.

Both of them are twenty-seven or eighteen this year, but just looking at their faces, Liu Zelai is more than ten years older than Su Qing, if someone misunderstands them as a father and son, it is not blind.

These two are classmates from Hexi University, and they are mixed up in a dormitory, so they can be regarded as iron buddies.

"Zelai, is that Xiao Fei really just a high school student?" Su Qing walked out of breath, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and asked.

I got up early in the morning, first took the bus to the long-distance bus station, took the long-distance bus for more than two hours, and after arriving at the county seat, I inquired from the station and walked more than two kilometers, and then arrived at Heyang No. 1 Middle School.

The weather of this autumn tiger is terrible hot.

Su Qing felt that she was about to collapse.

"Yes." Liu Zelai said briefly, he took a big stride and walked vigorously, as if he had endless energy.

"Alas! It's so young that people are jealous! Compared with Xiao Fei, I am considered the boss, and it is bitter to think about it! Su Qing said in a rambling voice.

Liu Zelai pursed his lips and did not speak.

This classmate and friend is also a character who complains too much to prevent intestinal breakage, and always feels that he has no talent.

They came to the gate of Heyang No. 1 Middle School.

The door was closed, except for a small one, and a gray-haired old man sat under a large parasol, his eyes like two hundred-watt light bulbs, looking warily at the two strangers who came by.

"Uncle, this is Heyang No. 1 Middle School, right?" Su Qing stepped forward to ask.

The old man rolled his eyes: "You don't know how to read or what?" Isn't that a word? What do you do? It's the time of the school year, and there are no outsiders. ”

Su Qing was choked up.

This old man is not a little angry.

Next to him, Liu Zelai took out his press card and showed it to the doorman: "Uncle, I am the editor of the Central Plains Evening News, and this is the editor of the Hexi Literature and Art Publishing House. ”

"Xiao Fei?" The old man frowned slightly, thinking hard, "This name seems to have been heard, which class is he?" What are you looking for him? ”

Then, the uncle suddenly slapped his thigh and remembered: "Wow! Are you looking for Xiao Fei who is not in the first class of liberal arts? This kid is not good, this week's weekly exam is actually 15 points short of a perfect score, and now, almost the entire county is talking about it! Gee! If my grandson could be half as good as him, I wouldn't have to worry about him. ”

"What? Xiao Fei is still a top student? Out of 750, he only lost 15 points? Su Qing was very surprised, this was another surprise for him.

Outstanding literary talent, works at a young age have reached a considerable height, so that Fu Mingde, the editor-in-chief of Hexi Literature and Art Publishing House, applauded after reading it, and cherished his talent and wanted to publish an anthology for him.

The academic performance is so good, and it is easy to lock in all the key universities in China.

It's really embarrassing for him!

This made Su Qing even more curious about Xiao Fei, wanting to see what this amazing young genius looked like as soon as possible.

"Xueba? This word is fresh, however, Xiao Fei is indeed a top student in our school, and the principal now treats him as a treasure, and he is careful to obey him, our Heyang No. 1 Middle School will point to him with a long face next year! The pride on the uncle's face.

Liu Zelai actually doesn't know much about Xiao Fei, after all, the correspondence between him and Xiao Fei revolves around submission and editing, and he was also surprised to hear the doorman say that Xiao Fei's academic performance is also very good.

"Uncle, we really have something very important to find Xiao Fei, let's be accommodating." Liu Ze said.

The doorman hesitated, looked at his watch, and said to the two of them during the morning recess: "Then I'll hang up the phone to Xiao Fei's head teacher first and ask his opinion, you wait." ”

As the uncle spoke, he went into the guard room and dialed Li Tangqiu's office.

Li Tangqiu heard that the two editors of the newspaper and the publishing house had come to look for Xiao Fei, so he personally went to the gate to greet him.

After checking Liu Zelai's work cards with Su Qing, Li Tangqiu shook hands with the two warmly and took them to his office.

"I wonder what the two teachers are doing when they come to Xiao Fei?" Li Tangqiu asked.

The editor of the newspaper and the editor of the publishing house came from afar, and Li Tangqiu vaguely guessed something, but he felt that it was unlikely.

In the final analysis, Xiao Fei is just barely a literature lover.

Publishing a few short articles won't alarm the editors of newspapers and publishing houses, right?

But these two people have work permits to prove it, and it doesn't look like a fake.

"That's the case, Xiao Fei has been contributing to me recently, I opened a column for him in our newspaper, our comrades from Hexi Literature and Art Publishing House were amazed after seeing Xiao Fei's column, and wanted to give Xiao Fei a collection, and today we are here for this matter." Liu Ze said.

Su Qing nodded on the side: "We hope to meet and talk to Xiao Fei." ”

Listening to the words of the two editors, Li Tangqiu was taken aback.

He really didn't know that Xiao Fei now had a column in the Central Plains Evening News. That's a column! What a lofty word, the literature lover who can open a column has already left the initial stage of literature, and can be regarded as a glimpse of the door of the palace of literature.

Of course, this is just Li Tangqiu's own thoughts.

In fact, there is a trend of newspaper supplement columns nowadays, and there are more and more authors who open columns, and it is not that they can be accepted by mainstream literary circles by opening columns.

What shocked Li Tangqiu was the matter of "publishing a book".

Since ancient times, it has been a great event, and countless literature lovers have worked hard all their lives to write and dream of publishing their works into books and spreading them widely.

Now, at the age of 19, Xiao Fei has already opened a column in a well-known newspaper in the province and is about to publish his own anthology.

It's unthinkable!

"Teacher Li......" Seeing Li Tangqiu in a daze, Su Qing shouted.

"Oh, you wait, I'll go find Xiao Fei now." Li Tangqiu came to his senses at this time. He went to the classroom to take a look, but Xiao Fei was not there.

That's in the dormitory.

Li Tangqiu led the two editors to kill Xiao Fei's bedroom directly.