When I returned to Gangji Town, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, and the street lights on the streets were on. There is no way, there is no through train, and it is necessary to detour to Heqi City, which is particularly delayed.

Zhang Tan remembers that in winter, after three classes in the afternoon, when he went home during the holidays, he could only get home when it was dark.

And his way to deal with it is to surf the Internet overnight in Shuangdun Town on Friday and go home the next morning.

Of course not anymore.

The car stopped.

Walking off the train with a large bag and a small bag, Zhang Tan saw his father Zhang Quanshun at a glance, leaning on the telephone pole next to the station sign, smoking a cigarette in his mouth.

When the minibus stopped, he started looking this way.

But he didn't move his footsteps, obviously the first few cars didn't wait for Zhang Tan, which made him a little disappointed, and he didn't dare to look forward to this bus.

"Dad." Zhang Tan shouted.

Zhang Quanshun hurriedly threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, and then walked over quickly: "I'm back." ”

Usually Tan Mingxia is strict, and he rarely smokes.

The wind blew, Zhang Tan felt that there was sand in his eyes, astringent and moist, he squeezed his eyes fiercely, and greeted him: "I took a walk around the city, but it was late." Didn't you say on the phone that you wouldn't come and pick me up? Why did you start smoking, didn't you quit? ”

"Your mother is not at ease." Zhang Quanshun came over to pick up the things in Zhang Tan's hand, and didn't say anything about smoking, "Why are there so many?" ”

"I bought some gifts and brought them back."

"Where's the money?"

"I earned it myself."

"You earned it?"

On the way back, the father and son chatted rarely, of course, it was Zhang Tan who took the initiative to bring up the topic: "Dad, great news, our family has a writer." ”

"Who?" Zhang Quanshun didn't react.

Zhang Tan smiled: "Of course it's your son and me." ”

Zhang Quanshun looked at Zhang Tan in surprise: "Are you a writer?" ”

Zhang Tan looked at his appearance, the T-shirt and jeans on his body were newly bought, his taste was more mature, and he still improved his temperament when he wore it: "Dad, don't you think I have the temperament of a writer now." ”

Zhang Quanshun looked at Zhang Tan seriously for a while, and nodded: "It's a little different, like a city person, by the way, how do you get your hair cut like this?" ”

"This is the caliper head, and the big star David Beckham has this hairstyle, which is very crisp and energetic."

"It's a bit of a ruffian."

"Huh." Zhang Tan shifted the topic of hairstyles, "Dad, this month, how is the family?" ”

"It's all good."

"What about the grain station, I heard that there is a troubled layoff?"

"It's fine."

Zhang Quanshun said that it was okay, but Zhang Tan still heard a trace of frustration and confusion in his tone, it was obvious that the grain station was not as fine as he said, but was really laying off. After joining the army and retiring from the army, Zhang Quanshun was assigned to work at the post grain station, worked for more than ten years, and now he is about to be laid off, you can imagine how much depression and worry he has in his heart.

"Dad, layoffs are inevitable, and now the whole country is being laid off in a big way to solve the problems of state-owned enterprises. If you lose the job of the grain station, you will lose it, and if you lose the mulberry elm harvested in the east, it may also be an opportunity, so you don't have to be reluctant. Zhang Tan wanted to comfort, but found that even if he was a human being for two lifetimes, he still didn't know how to comfort people.

Zhang Quanshun suddenly raised his voice: "It's not that I'm reluctant, I don't understand, the benefits of the grain station are obviously not bad, why should I contract to a private boss!" ”

Zhang Tan Moran, the problem of being laid off is very profound, and he doesn't understand it very well.

As a small individual in this society and this country, he has no power to change any situation, so he can only try his best to make his family's life better: "Don't worry about the grain station, Dad, let's think about what to do after being laid off." By the way, how much money will be paid for the laid-off workers at the grain station, twenty or thirty thousand, right? ”

"It was said that it was 30,000 yuan to buy out the seniority, but everyone disagreed...... How do you know? ”

Zhang Quanshun felt very surprised, knowing that his son was Mo Ruo's father, and his own bastard boy even had a problem studying, let alone worrying about his family. As a result, now, his son actually talked to him about being laid off, which made him a little unable to keep up with the rhythm.

"Family affairs, national affairs, world affairs, everything is concerned."

Zhang Tan's sentence "Xiucai doesn't go out and knows everything in the world", dispelled Zhang Quanshun's doubts.

The son is a high school student, a well-educated person, and it seems not surprising that he knows about being laid off.

Zhang Quanshun found a reason for himself.

……

"What! Writer! The manuscript fee was given seven or eight thousand? ”

Tan Mingxia's reaction was much better than Zhang Quanshun's.

Back at home, you can imagine how angry Tan Mingxia was after learning that her son had bought a lot of things with random money. But when Zhang Tan explained that this was the money he earned from writing, Tan Mingxia was shocked.

It was heartbreaking before, and his son, who couldn't even pass the Changfeng No. 1 Middle School exam, became a writer in the blink of an eye.

"Dad, Mom, look, this is "Ancient Legends and Story Edition", my novel was published in this magazine, have you seen it, here, "The Four Famous Capture Earthquake Kanto", the first "Hunt and Kill", the author Tan Zhang. Next month, there will be "Ancient Legends: Martial Arts Edition", which also has my novel on it. ”

"How is Tan Zhang?" Tan Mingxia, an authentic farmer who did not know how to read, handed the magazine to Zhang Quanshun, who was new to Chinese, "The child is his father, you see, is it such a novel." ”

Zhang Quanshun nodded: "It was written by Tan Zhang." ”

Zhang Tan just followed up and explained: "Tan Zhang is my pen name, which is to write Zhang Tan upside down." ”

Tan Mingxia asked: "What is a pen name?" ”

"A pen name is the name used to publish a work, and a writer generally does not use his real name when he publishes his work."

"Why don't you use your real name." Tan Mingxia didn't know why.

Zhang Tan explained in detail.

During the Ming and Qing dynasties, novels were despised and considered unelegant. Some writers of novels use pen names for the sake of their reputation. For example, Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng, the author of the long masterpiece "Golden Vase Plum", is a pen name. After the May Fourth Movement, the class struggle became increasingly fierce and the political environment was extremely sinister, and the use of pen names became more extensive.

Gradually, pen names became a habit among Chinese writers.

Of course, foreigners also use pen names, such as Mark Twain.

"So that's the case, you need a pen name to write a novel."

After Zhang Tan took out the magazines, remittance slips and other things, there were pictures and truths, and the evidence was conclusive, Tan Mingxia finally believed that her son had become a writer.

Writer, cultural person.

In the eyes of his mother, Zhang Tan's identity was raised by more than a dozen steps at once.

used to be an ignorant bastard, but now he is a polite writer with a belly of ink.

"My son is a writer, good, good! Kid Dad, you're allowed to have a few beers with Yang Yang tonight. ”

The son has a chance, Tan Mingxia is happier than anyone else, and the whole dinner is like a festival. In the past, she forbade Zhang Quanshun to smoke and drink, and Zhang Tan couldn't even think about it, but now although she is still not allowed to smoke, Zhang Tan is allowed to drink beer, as if she treats Zhang Tan as an adult.

In the simple idea of farmers, if they can make money, they are adults.

"Yangyang, you hurry up and eat, after eating, go to your grandfather and uncle's house, and show them what ancient legend is. Didn't you buy a gift for your grandfather and send it over together. ”

Zhang Tan couldn't cry or laugh a little: "Mom, it's not like it, it's just to write a novel, there's no need to make it a household name." ”

"Well, your novels are all in print, you have to let them know. Save them from thinking that our family is the same as their children, and they are useless. My Tan Mingxia's son is better than other people's sons. ”

Looking at her mother with an excited face, Zhang Tan was not only amused, but also full of guilt.

In my previous life, I may have never made my parents so proud.