He Yun was really not surprised to receive a letter, because he would receive a letter almost every once in a while, which used to be from a magazine or publishing house, and later, his fifth sister He Ying, his sixth sister He Xiaolian and Principal Zhao would write to him.

But today's letter really made him a little incomprehensible.

Time went back to two minutes ago, when he hadn't received the letter from the doorman Uncle Zhang, he thought it was sent to him by Gao Yunyan's father, Gao Lao.

But when he thought about it, it seemed a little wrong.

How did Elder Gao know that he had come to Yincheng Normal for further study?

Even if you take a step back, it was Gao Yunyan who wrote to tell him, but the question is why did he write to himself?

Does that make sense?

And just when He Yun couldn't figure it out, he got a letter from the doorman Uncle Zhang.

He looked at the sender and address on the envelope, completely stunned.

"Hunan Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles Writers Association? Belch...... I don't think I'm a member of the Provincial Writers Association, am I? Why are they writing to me? Is it inviting me to join the Provincial Writers' Association? ”

"No, it won't! Is this impossible? He Yun's face was full of astonishment and disbelief.

Although He Yun does not know much about the Writers' Association of the Hunan Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles, he also knows that the Provincial Writers' Association was established as early as the 50s, and it did not belong to the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles at that time, but belonged to the National Writers Association, and the official name was the Hunan Writers Branch of the National Writers Association.

However, even so, the Hunan Provincial Writers Association is extremely difficult to enter, and there are only more than 100 members at present, but the results are not expensive.

"Mao Dun Literature Award", "Horse Award" and other national-level literary awards, Hunan Province writers have won works almost every year.

The "National Outstanding Short Story Award", a literary award organized by the National Writers Association, has been won by writers in Hunan Province every year.

It can be seen that the strength of local writers in Hunan Province, especially provincial collaborators, is very strong.

And himself, although he has some achievements, he understands very well that he can't compare with these old-timers at all.

In this way, how could the Provincial Writers' Association recruit itself as a member of the Provincial Writers' Association at this time?

Thinking of this, He Yun shook his head slightly, he stuffed the letter directly into his pocket, and said to Uncle Zhang: "Uncle, I'll go to dinner first, are you busy?" ”

"What? You haven't eaten yet? Wait a minute, you come with me, I'll order some noodles for you to eat, where can there be food outside at this time now? Uncle Zhang said a word, and immediately pulled He Yun to the guard room.

But He Yun smiled and refused: "Still can't do it, I ......"

"Okay, Xiaohe, you don't want your mother-in-law's, it's just a meal of noodles, your uncle can still afford it! Let's go, come back to the guard room with me, and if you really don't want to go, help me buy a pack of hibiscus cigarettes, this addiction is committed again. Uncle Zhang, the doorman, smiled, pulled He Yun and walked towards the guard's room.

…………

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the guard's room.

He Yun stuffed the cigarette in his hand into the hand of the doorman Uncle Zhang, and then wiped the oil and water on his mouth and said: "Uncle, you must hold this cigarette, thank you for taking care of it during this time." ”

"You kid, what are you talking about, what are you thanking you for, you are Lao Lin's nephew, that is my Lao Zhang's nephew, what is there to thank!"

"However, this cigarette still has to be collected, old man, I just take this mouthful, tsk, it's still a hibiscus brand, good smoke!"

"It's good if you're satisfied, by the way, uncle, I still have some business, so I'll go back first, you can be busy."

"Okay, you go get busy."

"Well, that uncle, I'm ...... gone!"

Returning to the dormitory again, He Yun wanted to take out the manuscript again and continue writing, but at this time, Deng Chengjun and the others came back.

He Yun chatted with them for a while, but got a very unexpected news.

"What? This time Yincheng No. 1 Middle School College Entrance Examination Pre-examination, are you going to invite us to be the deputy invigilator? ”

"Well, I heard that there are not enough invigilators, so I think of us advanced teachers, of course, this is just a small news, and I'm not sure." Deng Chengjun smiled and said.

"So it's gossip? I thought it was true? Mr. Deng, this shouldn't be possible, right? ”

"Who knows? Anyway, let's go if there is definite news, and if there is no news, we won't go! Deng Chengjun spread his hands out, shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Teacher Deng is right, it's good to let things go naturally, if it's true, then it's even better, in this way, we should accumulate experience in invigilation, after all, such an opportunity is rare!" On the side, Teacher Chen also smiled and agreed.

Hearing this, He Yun couldn't help but be silent.

It seems like...... Probably, the two of them are really right, let's let it be, anyway, he hasn't officially received the notice now, so let's wait until I receive the notice.

So, He Yun didn't bother about this matter anymore, he turned around, and was just about to pick up the pen on the table, when suddenly he remembered something, and took out the letter in his pocket.

He hesitated, but finally opened the letter.

When he finished reading the content of the letter, he suddenly smiled and muttered in a low voice: "Dare to love is another notification letter, Xiang Provincial Youth Literature Award?" What is this award? The recommended works are...... Is it my "Fanghua" and "Dream of the Future"? How do you recommend both of my novels to the jury? "Fanghua" is okay, but my "Dream of the Future" is a science fiction novel, can this also be recommended? ”

He Yun looked at the contents of the letter repeatedly, but he was secretly pondering.

"Forget it, leave him alone, let's continue to write my "Far Island Spy""

"Teacher He, are you going to eat? It's almost five o'clock, ...... are you still writing? ”

"No, you two go, I forgot to eat at noon, and I just finished lunch."

"Uh...... Teacher He, are you really ...... Forget it, it's not as good as you great writers...... ”

"Hahaha...... Teacher Deng, let's go eat by ourselves, if our Teacher He hadn't written so hard, how could he have written so many good works, didn't you read the newspaper two days ago? In the case of the Hunan Provincial Daily, our great writer almost made the headlines. ”

"Really? I haven't had time to see it yet, so I'll buy one tomorrow. ”

"No, I have it, you take it, and when we eat, you can see it."

"Okay, let's go, let's eat."

Seeing the two of them return in a hurry and leave in a hurry, He Yun shook his head slightly, and continued to lie on the table and write the manuscript.

"Spy on the Lonely Island" is adapted from Li Lao's autobiography, so this timeline will definitely not be very long, so the number of words will not be too much, and he estimates that the whole novel will be 70,000 or 80,000 words at most.

Naturally, the number of water words is definitely not good, as in the previous novels, the text must be concise, and the focus on the description must also be placed on the protagonist Li Nong to complete each major task.

In particular, it is necessary to describe the tension and urgency of the protagonist Li Nong in each task.

He Yun already knew this, and he did it.

At this moment, he wrote on the twenty-fourth piece of paper: "This is the second time I have accepted the task assigned by my superiors, the mission goal: to cooperate with the red mouse to find the location of a radio station, the deadline, two days, the day after tomorrow at noon in the afternoon, near the dock, the East Bay Teahouse will meet ......." ”

"At noon on the third day, I sat down at the Dongwan Teahouse as if nothing happened, and asked the guy for a bowl of coarse tea, as soon as I sat down, I saw that the street was crowded, and someone shouted that the military police of the concession were coming, and then I heard the horns of many cars, and I immediately secretly said in my heart that it was not good, could I be exposed? Or is it that the person with whom I associate is exposed? ”