Yincheng, the compound of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

A small conference room.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen people sitting, and all of them had their eyes on someone sitting on the main seat.

This person is none other than Comrade Kang Xin, chairman of the Hunan Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles!

"Ahem...... I have just listened to your report, and I am deeply touched that the reason why our writers in Hunan Province can enjoy national fame depends on the joint efforts of all Hunan writers, but ......"

Speaking of this, Kang Xin paused slightly, changed his words, and said: "However, in recent years, the atmosphere of literary creation in our Hunan Province has changed, and the reasons for this, in my opinion, are mainly in two aspects, one is that there are too few young writers, and there is no new blood to supplement, and the other is that there are not enough literary journals. ”

"Your Yincheng Federation of Literary and Art Circles' recently launched "Dongting Literature" is very good, especially the core idea of the journal, distinct and unique, commendable, and just now I also listened to Director Li's report, about the required funds, the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles can solve part of it for you, Director Li, I will talk to you in detail about this matter later, and then I will talk about another thing."

Kang Xin looked at Director Li, who was sitting at the bottom right of him, and then said: "Regarding the matter of the writer's training class, I would like to give you two suggestions, first, to provide targeted training, not just in the form, to be effective, and secondly, after the training, there must be practical actions, such as organizing everyone to carry out pen meetings, review meetings and other activities......."

More than ten minutes later, Kang Xin picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of water, he was about to open his mouth to continue, but at this moment, a figure quietly walked in, leaned into his ear and muttered, Kang Xin's face immediately changed, waved his hand, and let the person go out, and said again: "Today's meeting will be here, Director Li, you come out with me." ”

After speaking, Kangxin got up and left the conference room.

When Director Li heard this, he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly followed Kang Xin out of the conference room.

After a while, outside the conference room, Kang Xin looked at Director Li very seriously and said, "Director Li, why didn't you report to me just now about Comrade He Yun serving as the teacher of the training class?" ”

"Chairman Kang, this ..... I didn't think it was important, so I ..... I didn't mention it to you. In the face of Kangxin's "questioning", Director Li hurriedly explained.

"How is it not important? You must know that although He Yun is only a writer, he is the most potential among our young writers from Hunan Province. ”

"And I also heard that you were supposed to take the afternoon class, and because you were going to have a meeting, you asked He Yun to help you top, you! You! You can't think like that! ”

After Kang Xin criticized Director Li very seriously, he thought about it and ordered him again: "You hurry up and replace He Yun."

"Yes, yes..... Chairman Kang, it's my fault, it's me who didn't think it through, I'll go right away! Go now! Hearing this, Director Li couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly said.

.........

Not long after, outside the hall, He Yun was called out by Director Li.

"What? Don't you want me to go on again? He Yun looked at Director Li with a puzzled face.

"That's right! I didn't think about this matter well, Xiao He, Chairman Kang seriously criticized me just now, so, I should come in person about the class, by the way, you don't need to take your next training course, I will arrange someone else to replace you. ”

As soon as Director Li's words came out, He Yun couldn't help but be stunned.

What is this?

Beginning and abandoning?

Belch..... It seems that the words are a bit inappropriate!

"Director Li, this ....."

"Xiaohe, you don't need to say it anymore, this is what Chairman Kang meant, he is right, you are a writer, not a teacher, and your stage is a sea of literature, not a podium of the training class."

After saying this, Director Li turned around and went back to the hall, leaving He Yun with a confused face.

"Uh...... An ocean of literature? All right! Since you don't want me to go to class anymore, I'll go back. ”

He Yun stood in place and shook his head slightly.

He wanted to leave there, but the next moment, he suddenly remembered something and turned around and walked into the distance.

However, when he arrived at the conference room, the door was closed.

Obviously, the meeting was long over.

"Hey..... Never mind. He Yun sighed softly, and had to leave the Yincheng Federation of Literary and Art Circles and return to the school.

..........

The next day, the weather was sunny and breezy.

He Yun looked at the letter in his hand as he walked towards the dormitory.

"Looks like I'm going to have to find a time to go to the provincial capital."

It turned out that just a few days ago, He Yun sent a letter to Gao Lao, asking him if he had some information about the tombs of the Han Dynasty.

In the letter, Mr. Gao said that he did not have any information on this matter, but he inquired with other colleagues and eventually found a retired professor of the history department, who was said to have such information.

However, he had to go to the provincial capital and visit the other party in person.

.......

After returning to the dormitory, He Yun looked at the class schedule and found that he only had time after tomorrow, so he immediately went to the post office and sent an urgent telegram to Gao Lao, explaining the matter.

The next day, he received a telegram from Mr. Gao again, and the word "yes" was on the telegram.

Seeing that Elder Gao agreed, He Yun began to prepare for this trip to the provincial capital.

And a few days later, accompanied by Elder Gao, he finally met the old professor.

This old professor, surnamed Peng, is said to have been a top student in the history department of Beijing University, and later participated in the revolution, and once served as a tutor in the history department of Yu Provincial University, and his research direction was the history of the Han Dynasty.

"Xiaohe, this is Professor Peng!"

"Hello Professor Peng, my name is He Yun, you can call me Xiao He, I came to you this time to ask you about the tomb customs from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty to the Three Kingdoms period."

"I know, I know, Professor Gao told me the general situation before."

"But...... Xiaohe, you tell me the truth, you won't be joking again, right? The article you wrote last time was called "Archaeological Notes: The Tomb of King Lang on the Night", but I strongly objected to it, yes, archaeology is archaeology, and the two must not be confused. ”

At this moment, the gray-haired old man in front of him had a serious face, and he seemed to be very disgusted by the article He Yun had written before.

"Professor Peng, Xiao He is just ......"

Hearing this, the old man on the side suddenly changed his face, and he quickly explained.

But the old man waved his hand directly, and immediately stopped him from continuing.

At this moment, his gaze fell on He Yun, as if to say, if you can't say an answer that satisfies me, then the information you need can't be taken away.

Seeing this, He Yun was suddenly asked.

"Uh...... Jokes? Am I joking? ”