At the front door of the classroom, He Yun looked at the head teacher, Teacher He, with a surprised expression.

"Teacher He, is this true?"

"Of course it's true! Principal Zhao just received the news that you should set off today! ”

"But what should I do with this lesson? Final exams are about to begin! He Yun didn't expect this to happen.

It turned out that the time for the regional Federation of Literary and Art Circles to form the regional writers' association was actually advanced, and it was said that it was to cooperate with the relevant inspection work of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Therefore, he, a member of the Prospective Writers Association, must also set off in advance to attend the inaugural meeting in Yincheng City.

The time of the conference was set for tomorrow, and considering the time of the boat, he could only leave early today so as not to miss the time.

"Your class is arranged by Principal Zhao, he should ask other teachers to help you substitute for the class, besides, this is also a delay of a day or two, and you can't miss many class hours!"

"That'...... All right. I'll give the students a brief explanation first, and I'll go to town to take a boat right away! He Yun hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and turned back to the classroom.

He walked to the podium, tapped the podium with a blackboard brush, and then said to the students, "Everyone, stop for a moment!" ”

"In the next few days, the teacher needs to go out for something, and the Chinese class in your class will be substituted by other teachers for the time being.

As soon as He Yun said this, the students present whispered and discussed.

But at this moment, He Yun couldn't care so much, and after he said this, he left the classroom.

Back at the dormitory, he hurriedly took some money and hurried to town.

The last time I went to the city to buy a TV set, he inquired, although the boat from the town to the city has the same trip in the morning, but it does not mean that you can't take the boat to the city in the afternoon.

In fact, there is still a way.

It's just that you need to change boats a few times, and it will take longer.

He spent eight cents to buy a ticket to the three piers and got on the boat.

Four hours later, the boat stopped at the third pier, where he waited for half an hour, bought another ticket for one dollar, and got on another boat.

After another five hours, the boat docked at the county wharf, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

He Yun didn't rest, and after quickly buying another ticket, he finally got on the last boat.

Just after dawn, the boat stopped at the city dock.

At this time, He Yun had already fallen asleep.

However, when he woke up, he found himself sore and still tired.

But there is no way, taking a boat is like this, not to mention, he has been on the boat for more than ten hours in a row, and it is no wonder that he is not tired.

After yawning and going to the dock in the city, He Yun bought two steamed buns on the edge of the dock, and walked to the southeast while eating.

After walking half a mile, he stopped.

It's already a city area, and the last time he came, there was a bus passing by, so he just had to wait here.

Forty minutes passed, and the sky began to lighten.

He Yun's squatting feet were numb at the moment, and only then did he see a gray "big man" driving slowly in the distance.

All right!

The bus is finally here!

It's been a long time, and if this is put in the future, the driver will definitely be scolded for being bloody.

After getting on the "big" bus, a pungent smell welled up in my heart.

That's right!

It's the smell of diesel!

Most of today's buses burn diesel, of course, some burn gasoline, and even some burn gas.

And the car brands, most of them are Jiefang brand and Yellow River brand, and this car should be Yellow River brand.

Half an hour later, the bus was finally in the center of the city.

Looking for someone to inquire, He Yun couldn't cry or laugh.

I dare to sit down, and I have to go back to the office of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Well, He Yun found a place where he could look at the time and looked at the time, and when he saw that it was already eight o'clock at this time, he quickened his pace, hurried slowly, and finally came to the office of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles at half past eight.

It's a small courtyard with the prefectural government next door and the Education Bureau on the left.

The Federation of Literary and Art Circles is in this small courtyard.

However, as soon as He Yun inquired, he found that there were still several units working in the small courtyard where the Federation of Literary and Art Circles was located.

It turns out that the full name of today's regional Federation of Literary and Art Circles is the Yincheng Regional Federation of Literary and Art Circles, which has belonged to the two-level leadership of the prefectural party committee and the provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles since the resumption of work in 1978.

Now the Federation of Literary and Art Circles is just preparing to form a regional writers' association, which naturally does not have the scale of later generations.

Not to mention the Liaison Department, there are not even many people working in the office, and it is purely a "light pole commander" unit.

Naturally, this office is shared with other units.

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Ten minutes later, He Yun came to a small two-story building.

The overall Soviet style of the small building, which should be a building in the sixties, went up to the second floor, and he came to a conference room on the east side.

At this moment, the conference room was already full of more than a dozen people, and there were forty or fifty tables and chairs under the stage, but there were only thirty people sitting there.

At a glance, He Yun saw two people sitting in the back row with notebooks in their hands, one of whom still had an old-fashioned camera hanging on his chest.

"There are journalists? Could it be that it was reported by the province? ”

He Yun muttered secretly, but he couldn't help but think about it secretly.

At present, there is no local newspaper in the Yincheng area, so it is very likely that the two reporters came from the provincial newspaper.

And just when He Yun was standing at the door stunned, a middle-aged man with glasses and a polite demeanor walked over.

He smiled and asked He Yundao: "Young man, this is the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, are you on the wrong path?" ”

"Hello! This leader, my name is He Yun, and I am here to attend the inaugural meeting of the Writers Association! He Yun came back to his senses and hurriedly explained.

When the middle-aged man heard He Yun's answer, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but he looked at He Yun in disbelief, he glanced He Yun up and down, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and hurriedly said, "You are He Yun?" He Yun in Sanshui Township who wrote a novel and appeared in Wulin magazine? ”

"Young and promising! Young and promising! Come! Hurry on in! The inaugural meeting is about to begin! The middle-aged man patted He Yun's shoulder lightly, looked at He Yun, and said with an appreciative expression.

"Okay! Leadership! He Yun answered, and then walked into the conference room, under the surprised eyes of a group of "old comrades", he, a "little young man", could only sit in the last row.

It's just that, unfortunately, he happened to sit next to the two reporter comrades.

All right!

He Yun really didn't mean it!

He just felt that his age looked too young, and all the people here were old-timers, and he was a young man, and it seemed a little disrespectful to him to sit in front of them rashly, so he simply sat at the back and wanted to be as low-key as possible.

But he never expected that his sitting not only did not make a low profile, but instead seemed very abrupt, and he suddenly became "high-profile".

"Uh...... I really didn't mean to? Can you believe it? ”

"I believe it? I believe you are a big-headed ghost, you are a young man, and your mind is very ......! How dare you steal the limelight from us old men! ”