The feeling of liking a person may be like swimming in a lake.

Some people fell into the water with a bang and could not pull it out again; Some people bounced on the surface of the water several times, splashing round and round water waves; Others, bounced all the way and jumped directly across the lake.

Zhang Tan didn't know which kind Liu Luyao belonged to.

But throwing yourself into the water, this is not realistic, how can there be so many infatuated lovers in this world.

After getting Zhang Tan's clear refusal, Liu Luyao left the small pavilion in the lake in a trance, and she was greeted by Zhou Chengcheng's eager inquiry.

But how the two girls coped with the failure of this confession, Zhang Tan is unknown.

He had a thought at his head and felt refreshed.

When I ate instant noodles in the evening, I added three extra ham sausages, and did 50 push-ups and 100 sit-ups until I was about to sweat. The fact that he couldn't take a shower in the room was a very helpless constraint, and he was a clean-loving person, so he could only take time to ride his bicycle to the old-fashioned bathhouse in Shuangdun Town.

If there is a large bath, Zhang Tan will definitely run the big bath, but there is none.

In short, a night of reverie.

Good dreams go to sleep.

The next day was the last day of December, and the day after tomorrow was New Year's Day, so there was no time left for the New Year's Day party, and the school had a three-day holiday on New Year's Day. There were three classes in the afternoon, and Zhang Tan ran away after the first one, because the last two were math classes. Luo Jinsong was impatient with him, he was dizzy from listening to math class, so he simply asked for leave, and everyone was happy.

When I got home, it was still bright.

Tan Mingxia is watching the Internet café, Zhang Quanshun is cooking at home, tomorrow the students are on vacation, the Internet café will be very popular, and the fried rice business is also thriving.

"Dad, are you still busy?"

"Hey, why did you get home so early, I still have time to pick you up."

"The station is a few steps away from home, and I can walk back with my eyes closed, and I can't lose it." Zhang Tan put his schoolbag on the sofa, and then took out a basically brand-new green book from it, "Dad, good news, my novel has been published, "The Four Famous Capture Earthquake Kanto", Taiwan Traditional Chinese Edition." It has been sold in Hong Kong and Taiwan. ”

"Got a book?"

Zhang Quanshun hurriedly threw the rice aside, wiped his hands carefully on the apron, reached out and took the book handed by Zhang Tan with some trembling, looked at the title of the book on the cover, and the name of the author next to him, and revealed many expressions of disbelief in his eyes: "It's really a book, your mother heard it, I don't know how happy to be." ”

Hearing the pride and pride in his father's words, Zhang Tan smiled slightly: "This is just the traditional version, which is mainly sold in Taiwan, and no one in the mainland has helped me out of the simplified version." However, as long as the traditional version sells well, it is only a matter of time before the simplified version is published. ”

Zhang Quanshun came back to his senses and hurriedly asked: "Is the traditional version selling well?" ”

"I don't know, it's only been a few days since the goods are distributed, and it's not convenient to contact the fresh culture over there, so I'm not embarrassed to ask in such a hurry, let's wait for ten days and a half months."

"Also, you can't sell books in a day or two." Zhang Quanshun pressed his eager thoughts, and once again whispered "The Four Famous Capture Earthquake Kanto".

"Then Dad, you're busy, I'll go and give Grandpa another copy."

"Okay, give your grandfather a copy."

When I ran to my grandfather's house, my grandfather Zhang Henong was turning on the TV and playing it loudly, but he was writing calligraphy with old newspapers on his desk.

"Grandpa writes."

"Zhang Tan, are you back from vacation?" Zhang Henong wore reading glasses and asked with a smile.

"Well, I'm back, grandpa, and I'll give you a book."

Zhang Henong took the book, saw the cover, immediately pushed his reading glasses, and then shouted: "Okay!" ”

Zhang Tan picked up a new copy of "Heqi Evening News" on the table, and said while reading it: "This is a traditional version that was produced with the help of Taiwan, which is mainly distributed in Hong Kong and Taiwan. The martial arts market over there is relatively mature, and the distribution and sales system is relatively perfect. ”

"It's a good thing to be able to publish a book, good, good, good!" Zhang Henong opened it, and there were indeed a lot of strokes one by one, looking at the dizzy traditional Chinese characters, "If you can publish one book, you can publish a second book, and there will be more books in the future." Work hard, strive to be a great writer, and glorify your ancestors. ”

There was a stove burning in Grandpa's room, which was warm.

After Zhang Tan gave the book, he was reluctant to leave, and stayed in the house to read the newspaper. Zhang Henong subscribed to many newspapers, such as Hehuai Evening News, Wenjie Weekly, People's Daily, Reference News, Anwei Daily, Global Times, and so on. There were also some magazines and periodicals, which were not ordered, but were brought back from the old cadre activity room in the town.

The old Zhang family has been farming for generations, and Zhang Henan is the only one, who has studied and been a national cadre. The usual hobbies are also different from the elderly in the countryside, and the farmland crops are not asked at all, that is, calligraphy, reading newspapers, and they have the courage to know everything in the world without going out.

In the past, there was a serious generation gap between Zhang Tan and his grandfather, because Zhang Tan was too young and didn't know anything about national affairs.

But now, he can chat with his grandfather about various current affairs at home and abroad very comfortably.

Because of his rebirth, the world has undergone a butterfly effect, but the basic international pattern has not changed. Zhang Tan can still talk about the major events in his memory.

For example, the impact of 911 on the world, the significance of the establishment of the SCO, the pros and cons of joining the WTO, the positive aspects of the construction of the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, and so on.

Zhang Tan knew that fifteen years later, China would become richer and stronger.

And the general public in this era also has a positive attitude towards a strong future. It is precisely this positive mentality that has supported China's rapid development, slapping those who talk about China's decline and collapse, as well as those who worship foreigners and flattering foreigners, in the face again and again.

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Zhang Tan was very calm when he got home, so he chatted with his grandfather.

But at six o'clock in the evening, after Tan Mingxia came back from a shift, the whole family was lively again. Without him, Tan Mingxia took Zhang Tan's traditional Chinese book and went door-to-door, showing off and asking for attention.

Publishing a book is more exciting news than publishing a novel in a magazine.

Lao Zhang's family, as well as the neighbors next door to Lao Zhang's house, were all alarmed.

At dinner, a group of uncles and aunts who were idle and had nothing to do came over to visit the door with rice bowls. Then Tan Mingxia proudly brought Zhang Tan's book over to the big guy to read one by one.

"Yang Yang's book, published by the publishing house in Taiwan, the traditional version, you can't understand it, it's mainly for people from Taiwan and Xiangxiang, it's all in traditional characters."

So the horses flocked.

"Aunt Zhang, your son has a great future!"

"That's it, it's all out of books, great writer."

"You gave birth to a good son."

"Mingxia is a blessed person."

"You were heartbroken before, and you were afraid that Yang Yang would not be capable, but now you don't have to worry about it."

Tan Mingxia will be very modest at this time and say: "Ouch, he just writes blindly, and he is lucky to be favored by the publishing house over there, it's nothing." ”

"It's not a matter of luck."

"It's just that people who don't have the ability don't have this luck."

"Mingxia, you and Quan Shun, just wait to enjoy the blessings."

The flattery of the neighborhood made Tan Mingxia particularly excited, and Zhang Tan, who hid at home and looked at the ceiling and begged for quiet, was also pulled down by her and treated as a giant panda for everyone to watch.

Inevitably, it is an uncle and an aunt who are short and so on, wearing a mask of a smirk, so they can say hello.

"Okay, it's painful to be a son, just be happy." Zhang Tan can only comfort himself like this.