Qian Xiaoyu brought good news, she first apologized to Mao Dan, saying that she secretly gave Mao Dan's thick diary "The Price of Youth" to her father Lao Qian, who was an editor in Xiaocheng Story Magazine.

After Lao Qian watched it, he felt that a high school student could already depict the other side of youth so vividly and so movingly, to be honest, Lao Qian did shed tears like an old father.

Under the begging of his daughter Xiao Qian, Lao Qian did make some efforts, found some connections, and contacted a publishing house.

Soon this book "The Price of Youth" was interviewed.

Mao Dan also received a considerable amount of copyright fees, which finally brought a glimmer of light to this obscure summer.

The day after he got the manuscript fee, he simply packed a few clothes and left a note for Lao Su, saying that the world is so big, he wants to go out and break through.

By the way, he left a wad of money for Lao Su on the table, and the words were very touching, probably to thank Lao Su for his care and care for so many years, and when he came out of the hall, he would not forget to be filial to his old man.

Lao Su took the note, and the pile of money, five big and three thick men, and his eyes were wet in an instant.

At the train station, Mao Dan is carrying a simple camouflage bag, to be honest, where is the road ahead? He was quite confused.

But as long as he can get him out of that very oppressive town, he is willing to go anywhere.

What Mai Tiantian, Fang Tingting, Lao Yu...... Everything, fucking don't want to break into his mind in the middle of the night and torment him.

I don't know who said it, but Mao Dan thinks it's quite philosophical.

They have lived in his heart for so long, and have never paid half a cent, but they always have various reasons to dislike his heart for not being spacious enough.

Now, it's time for his atrium to be toppled and rebuilt.

When the train was about to move forward, Xiao Yu's figure was like a slow motion in a movie, slowly walking into his line of sight and coming to his side.

Mao Dan admitted that at that moment, he was moved, and his throat tightened.

It's all in plain sight.

The sea breeze in the preserved egg market may have blown away the haze in the hearts of young writers, and with Xiaoyu's company, it seems that everything is moving towards the season of spring flowers.

That book "The Price of Youth" became popular in the autumn when Mao Dan was eighteen years old.

Overnight, the boy who once read his propositional essay on youth in front of the whole class without changing his face.

He became a well-known juvenile writer.

The students and teachers said without changing their faces.

Since Mao Dan read his essay about jerking off, they knew that Mao Dan would definitely be an extraordinary character in the future.

Since then, the liberal writer Mao Dan has taken root in this spring preserved egg market, and his continuous wealth has allowed him to have a pretty good bungalow near the sea in the preserved egg market.

In the small city, the house that carried the helplessness of the hairy youth, the mottled and very strong iron door was closed, and the iron door that was closed was silent.

Lao Su is inseparable from this small native city, and he is also the captain of the city management.

Mao Dan bought him a good new house in the newly built community in the small town, with all the furniture and air conditioning.

Lao Su moved in for a few days and said a word to Mao Dan.

"I'm still used to living in an old house, after all, I've lived in it for more than 40 years."

Mao Dan also left a sentence for Lao Su: "If you want to move back, don't think about it for the rest of your life." ”

Xiaoyu is indeed a girl who can get out of the hall and enter the kitchen.

The agent of the popular liberal writer Mao Dan is Xiao Yu, and she helps Mao Dan take care of all affairs outside.

Mao Dan just needs to continue his writing in his room with a sea view.

To be honest, Mao Dan was born to eat this mouthful.

Over the next few years, he went on to write several more best-selling books.

While fame is growing, the past of youth has become a thing of the past.

He learned to smoke, he learned to drink, and he grew a beard that didn't match his age.

The neon lights of the city are full of all kinds of temptations, hairy eggs, and the young boy stood on the podium and read the essay of youth. flaunts his consistent devotion to the girl named Mai Tiantian in his childhood.

After all, I couldn't withstand the temptation from all directions, lingering in various bars, pretending to be literary and artistic young people with stories.

In the last two years, he has not written a single book.

Xiaoyu finally couldn't stand the betrayal from a man who had been together since he was a teenager.

waved his sleeves, without taking away a corner of his clothes, a drop of the past.

Only the young boy with pimples on his face and reading an essay was left in his heart.

Mao Dan claimed that he was a complete bastard, and he didn't even call Xiaoyu to save him, let alone go to her.

Xiaoyu, this girl is already out of his world.

The villa with a sea view is often full of laughter.

After the laughter, it was a mess.

As the saying goes, sooner or later, you have to pay it back.

When the female student of the No. 3 Middle School in Dashi jumped from the fifth floor, Mai Tiantian and Fang Tingting, who moved out of Maodan's heart, forcibly moved in without paying rent.

They often go out late at night to wander around and have youthful conversations with Mao Dan.

For quite some time, he didn't dare to stay alone in the room, he didn't dare to face them directly.

Later, he felt that the conversation did not matter, so he accompanied them to talk thoroughly and understand.

that they may leave his heart.

But that didn't work, especially Fang Tingting, when the autumn wind in the small town was rising, on that stretcher, a wisp of green silk floated down, often wandering in his mind, wandering in his heart, and even wandering in every corner of the world that he could see.

When he faced himself in the mirror again, he was already an unknown self in the mirror.

With long messy hair, his originally delicate face was replaced by a circle of beard.

When he laughed, his white teeth had been scorched by the cigarette.

Haha, he laughed.

Such a self that they don't know, Mai Tiantian, Fang Tingting, and the old man should also not know themselves.

They should have been buried in the rubble of their own toppled hearts.

It was the most restful sleep he'd had in a long time.

When I woke up, that terrible feeling came back to me, and in every corner of the house, it seemed to be filled with their wandering shadows.

Just like many years ago, he didn't know where to find the camouflage bag.

He carried it on his back and walked out of the sea-view room, where the manuscripts of youthful memories were scattered everywhere.

This place did not belong to him in the first place, and he wanted to stay away from it all, just as he desperately tried to escape from that small city.

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