With the diary given by Li Lao, He Yun naturally devoted himself to writing the outline like a tiger with wings.

It wasn't until Deng Chengjun and the others returned to the dormitory that He Yun came back to his senses.

"Teacher He, you ...... Another afternoon of writing in the dormitory? Deng Chengjun looked at He Yun, who was facing away from them, smiled, and said while picking up the thermos and pouring himself a glass of water.

"Yes, Teacher Deng, Teacher Chen, are you coming back from a discipline gathering?"

"Uh-huh...... Today's harvest is okay, the level of advanced training teachers sent by several middle schools in the county is very good, we have communicated for a long time, and we have learned a lot from each other. Deng Chengjun nodded and replied.

"Yes, I think such activities can be held frequently, Mr. He, haven't you Chinese teachers thought about exchanging teaching experience with each other?" On the side, the teacher Chen also echoed.

He Yun immediately put down the pen, sorted out the manuscript, turned around and said to them with a smile: "We have only three Chinese teachers who are studying in total, how can we communicate?" Unlike you, there are at least six or seven. ”

"Why can't three work? …… Forget it, it seems that I persuade you in vain, usually I see that in addition to classes, you either read books or write manuscripts, young people, you have to communicate more with the world, otherwise how to find a partner, by the way, Teacher He, you shouldn't have found a partner yet, right? Why don't I introduce you to you, I have a sister-in-law, she ......"

"Stop, stop...... Stop! Stop! Teacher Deng, don't say any more, I thank you for your kindness, you see, it's not too early, I still have classes tomorrow morning, do you want to turn off the lights and go to bed? He Yun tilted his head and looked at Deng Chengjun, and before he could finish speaking, he immediately interrupted him and said.

"Hahaha...... Teacher Deng, don't worry about it, Teacher He is so good, I'm afraid that he has already had a partner, so I don't need your introduction. At this time, the teacher Chen who was drinking warm water on the side smiled and couldn't help but say.

In this regard, He Yun smiled awkwardly, did not answer, but put the manuscript into the drawer, locked it, got up and picked up the hot water bottle he bought and said to the two: "I'll go to the boiler room to soak my feet in hot water, Mr. Deng, Mr. Chen, do you want to?" ”

"Uh...... You! We don't need it, Mr. He, you go! ”

"Hahaha......"

…………

On this day, the weather was sunny and breezy.

The provincial capital of Hunan Province, in the compound of an institution.

In a small two-story building, two elderly people over half a hundred years old were sitting opposite each other.

"Lao Kang, you can take a look at today's report in the Hunan Provincial Daily." The old man who spoke, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a pen pinned to his chest, handed a newspaper on the table to another old man sitting across from him, and then said.

"You don't need to read it, I've already seen it, Lao Xie, you want to say that let me think about it, can I absorb this young man to our provincial writers' association, right?" The old man sitting opposite the old man with glasses did not take the newspaper, but smiled and replied.

"Hahaha...... Those who know me, Lao Kangye! ”

"I understand what you mean, Lao Xie, in fact, I have been paying attention to this young man for a while, and I have also read several of his works, and it is indeed okay, but ...... Old Xie, let's wait, he still lacks some ...... in age."

"That'...... Lao Kang, do you think this year's Hunan Provincial Youth Literature Award should consider recommending his works? After all, several of our local writers in Hunan Province have won the Mao Dun Literature Award before, and many have won the National Outstanding Short and Medium Story Award, but in the past year or two, the works of our local writers in Hunan Province have been declining, and it is not okay to go on like this! ”

At this moment, the old man with glasses couldn't help but sigh softly when he said this.

"I understand, I'll think about it." Listening to the words of the old man with glasses, the old man sitting opposite hesitated, but still nodded.

…………

Besides, at this moment, Yincheng Normal School, the guard room.

He Yun looked at the doorman Uncle Zhang's joy, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Uncle Zhang, I still have some things, so I'll leave first." ”

"Xiaohe, don't go, what a good photo you took here! Look, this article is really well written, but I don't use your real name......"

"Ahem...... Uncle Zhang, I'm really in trouble, I'm ...... I've got to go, let's talk next time, let's go! He Yun coughed, and when he saw Uncle Zhang walking towards him with the Hunan Provincial Daily, he slipped away directly.

Seriously, he's a little embarrassed by this compliment.

As for the article about him published in the Hunan Provincial Daily, he also read it carefully.

Speaking from the heart, that reporter Zhao wrote really well, whether it was writing or storytelling skills, it was very good, but it was not good at all, and he praised him almost to the sky, which made him blush a little.

"You kid...... Don't go! I ......"

"Uncle Zhang, let's talk next time! We'll talk next time...... Yes! ”

He Yun "fled" and returned to the dormitory.

At this time, it was almost the end of April, and in the past few days, he has been writing the outline of "Far Island Spy".

In order to better improve the outline of this work, he repeatedly recited Li Lao's diary, and spent three days and dozens of hours writing a "character autobiography" for each of the main characters in this novel.

These "autobiographies" are portrayed from the perspective of each character himself, so all the main characters are portrayed from different angles.

His purpose in doing this, of course, is not for the sake of "water word count", but to go through the personality traits and handling styles of all the main characters in the novel, and even some small actions and habits that may be made in each plot involved in the relevant characters, so that he can be familiar with them by heart.

In this way, in the next formal writing, he will write more fluently, and it will be easier for him to bring his feelings into it, so that the whole novel will have more "soul".

And, in order to better write the novel, this time, he didn't use the regular third person or second person, but the first person.

That is, the title of the protagonist "I".

As for the narrative technique, he also replaced the "narrative" with "flashback", and even used the writing technique of "interpolation" many times in the novel, so as to better shape the image of each main character.

And the truth was just as he expected, when he took out a stack of letter paper and began to write the first chapter: "A thunder on the ground" five big characters, his pen was like a "lightning", quickly wrote on the letterhead.

"My name is Li Nong, code name Lone Wolf, today is October 1, 1949, I stand silently at the bottom of Tiananmen Square, solemnly watching a bright red flag slowly rise, and at the same time there is a loud and imposing Hunan sound in my ears: The People's Republic of China, the Central People's Government ...... today. And at this moment, unforgettable images suddenly appeared in my mind, which made me suddenly return to that era that I will never forget in my life......"