Xiangyang is still as usual, between school and home, carrying out a two-point and one-line lifestyle.

For Xiang Yang or the people around him, there is no essential change in life, in Zhu Dan's eyes, he is still the same bad student, a puddle of mud that can't support the wall.

In Yang Yixin's eyes, he is the boy who made her fall in love for the first time, bringing him heartbeat, excitement, and uncertainty, but the most is that faint warmth.

In the eyes of many people, Xiangyang has a lot of identities, which is actually no different from ordinary people, after all, everyone is different, and in the eyes of others, it is also different.

But at one point, many people had the same idea.

The man who writes about ghosts blowing out the lamp is really a genius.

This issue of the story will not increase sales much, which is also reasonable, after all, people are used to their own way of thinking, what they like will like it very much, and there is no need to force it if they don't like it.

And although the ghost blows the lamp is good, it may make more people like it and like the magazine of the story club, but if the other party doesn't know, it's useless.

Of course, it's only a matter of time.

A week after the May issue was published, the effect slowly began to come to an end.

Those who read it are naturally unsatisfied and eager to know what happened next, which will form a discussion. However, discussions require a companion, and this companion needs to have the same topic as himself.

What are their topics?

Naturally, it's a ghost blowing the lamp.

Therefore, this novel, which has just started, is constantly being disseminated and re-disseminated in people's topics.

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Li Zhouguo's body sat up straighter and straighter, the original Taishi chair no longer played any role, he felt that his current appearance was very familiar, isn't this what his students look like in front of him?

Sitting upright can describe his current performance.

Originally, this performance was not surprising, after all, no matter how powerful a person is, he will also have something or people that he is in awe, and when facing these, it will always make people awe-inspired, and sitting upright just shows due respect.

But the current situation is that there is no one in front of him, and there is nothing important, some are just lines of words, but these words make Li Zhouguo awe-inspired, which is a bit unbelievable.

This is his respect for these words, he did not criticize this as feudal superstition and fallacy like other old pedants, but only felt that he was brought into a magical world, which made him feel a kind of loss when he read the last word.

With a gentle exhalation, Li Zhouguo collapsed on the Taishi chair again, closed his eyes, and then opened them.

"After reading a story for so many years, it's the first time that a story can make me so eager to read it in one sitting." Li Zhouguo smiled bitterly, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

And Li Jianguo, who was far away at the headquarters of the story club, suddenly sneezed, feeling that he was not very cold around him, he had a trace of doubt, and once again stared at the large number of envelopes in front of him.

At the sight of these envelopes, his brow furrowed.

These are not manuscripts, but letters from readers to express opinions and suggestions to the magazine, which are very important to a magazine and cannot be treated like manuscript paper.

If necessary, you still need to reply one by one, but in the past, these letters were only dozens at most, but now hundreds are still few, and there is a steady stream of letters sent outside, how to reply?

This is a very serious problem, and if it is not handled well, it may become a blow to the magazine.

"Request for a supplement...... They are all letters asking for supplements, and their purpose is to blow the lamp out of the ghost......"

Putting a stack of letters on Editor Hu's desk, Li Jianguo expounded on one thing, which is a good thing, but he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Editor Hu pushed his reading glasses, and instead of looking at the letters, he asked, "Is there any news from that elementary school teacher?" ”

He is more concerned about this issue now, it is a good thing that the ghost blows the lamp can be popular, and this is not in vain for the joint recommendation of their entire editorial department, but now that the manuscript is scarce, this problem is more serious.

Originally, they were very confident, for the primary school teacher who could write such a story, they had shown enough sincerity, they had learned about this kind of subsidy for rural teachers, more than 100 a month, and they gave a price of 1000 words, they believed that the manuscript would continue to come back.

But the fact is the complete opposite, there is no movement on the other side.

"I pay attention to the manuscript every day, and I also have other letters as the postman, and as soon as there is a letter from Nansha Town, it will be sent to me urgently, but there is still no news."

Editor Hu was disappointed, and then asked, "Is there a problem with the manuscript fee and the other party didn't receive it?" ”

Li Jianguo shook his head and said, "What we sent is a registered letter, which shows that it has been received by the other party, and the remittance has also been taken away, there is no problem in this regard." And the sample issue after that was also accepted, but there was no information on the other side. ”

Editor Hu was silent for a while, then stood up and said, "You go get busy first, we still need to discuss this matter." ”

Li Jianguo returned to his office, but saw an unexpected person, sitting at his desk.

"Dad, why are you here?"

Li Jianguo was a little pleased, he was born with a sense of awe for his father, and he couldn't invite him in the past, but today he didn't know why, he actually came uninvited.

Li Zhouguo was a little angry, his eyes widened, and he said, "What's the matter, I can't come yet?" ”

"How is it possible, Dad, can you come and let my three inches of land shine!" Li Jianguo made an exaggerated gesture and smiled awkwardly, "It's just that Dad didn't say anything about coming here before, and he didn't even give the editor-in-chief face, why did he suddenly come to inspect his son's work today?" ”

The atmosphere is very subtle, this is the father-son relationship of that era, born in this kind of scholarly family, they are all well educated, that is, the so-called knowledgeable, less close, but also very interesting.

A May issue of the Storytelling Club was slapped on the table.

Li Jianguo was slightly stunned, his father likes to read stories, he knows it, and he just likes to watch it in the name of reviewing his son's work.

But he rarely shows emotions like he does now, and seems to be a little angry.

Could it be that there is something in this story meeting that angered the old man, what can make him so angry, is it a ghost blowing the lamp?

That's right, the thoughts expressed in front of the ghost blowing the lamp are indeed some of that...... But similar ones have been published before, and I haven't seen the old man have such a big temper!

Just as he was about to explain a few words, Li Zhouguo's words made him so shocked that he almost fell to the ground as a son.