A family building, second floor.

For unit subdivision, in fact, everything is good in the house, but there is one disadvantage, that is, the unit area is not very large.

Of course, this is also the house type characteristics of the family building in this era, there is no super-large house, generally 100 square meters, 70 or 80 square meters, or even 60 or 70 square meters.

Li Xiaobo's home is like that.

Although his family situation is not bad, and his parents are both "high-income" groups, because he is old and young, his room is small, so small that it can accommodate a small bed and a desk, and there is nothing else.

"Grandpa, I'm back." As soon as he entered the door, Li Xiaobo took off the schoolbag on his shoulder and shouted in the direction of the bedroom.

"It's back, it's back, why are you so loud? Grandpa is not deaf again? Why did you go to Xinhua Bookstore again? The speaker had not yet left the room, but the voice had already arrived.

Moments later, a gray-haired seventy-year-old man with reading glasses walked out of his bedroom.

He also had a book in his hand, and looking at its pages, the font on it was arranged from top to bottom, from left to right.

Obviously, this is a pre-founding book.

And the thread-bound cover on the top shows that this book was written at least during the Republic of China, or even earlier.

The old man is seventy-eight years old this year, but his body is quite strong.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was a national language teacher, and after liberation, he chose to continue teaching until his retirement, so to speak, he worked as an educator all his life.

In retirement, the elderly like to write something, but rarely have published works.

However, the more this is the case, the more the old man insists on reading the manuscript every day, and he is so stubborn that Li Xiaobo feels that his grandfather is an "old stubborn"

"Hmm...... Grandpa, look, Man Jianghong has a new work! Although he respected and feared his grandfather, Li Xiaobo was very happy to take out the magazine and show it to his grandfather.

"Oh...... Man Jianghong? Is it the writer you admire? I heard that this kid is very young, only in his twenties. ”

The old man obviously knew He Yun, after all, his grandson was a science fiction fan, and he had more or less heard the pen name "Man Jianghong" from his grandson.

For this reason, he also learned about it, and when he learned that the writer "Man Jianghong" was only in his twenties, he almost beat his chest and sighed again and again.

"Yes...... Grandpa, he's seven or eight years older than me, but he's amazing! ”

In the face of his grandson's praise, the old man was obviously a little panicked in his heart.

However, he still said: "Xiaobo, let grandpa appreciate it too!" ”

"Grandpa...... Don't you like to watch sci-fi? You've said before that the best genre of literature is prose, followed by poetry, and you said......"

"You kid, when did grandpa say that? Besides, isn't science fiction? Your grandfather taught Mandarin, can't he still watch science fiction? ”

Regarding his grandson's questioning, the old man directly refused to admit it.

And not only did he not admit it, but he also said something "crooked" to his grandson.

Well, science fiction does.

It's just that...... Why does this sound a bit "nonsense"?

And at this moment, in the face of his grandfather's "crooked reasoning", Li Xiaobo seems to have long been used to it, he said: "Grandpa, look! Naturally! You watch it first, and when you're done, I'll watch it again. ”

"Hahaha...... You kid, grandpa is joking with you, look, you can watch it to your heart's content, I'll go back to my room to write. ”

With that, the old man turned around and went back to the house.

After watching his grandfather enter the room, Li Xiaobo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and he couldn't help muttering: "Dad is right, grandpa is really a good-looking person, fortunately I was clever just now, otherwise ......"

"Forget it, it still matters, but I have to read it quickly, in case my mother comes back, I can't watch it."

Li Xiaobo couldn't wait to enter the room, then put his schoolbag on the table, after which he hurriedly lay down on the bed, opened the magazine, turned the title page directly, and read it seriously.

When he saw it, he lost track of time.

It wasn't until it was dark outside and the sound of his mother shouting for dinner came from outside the door that he came back to his senses.

"Oops! I was so fascinated by it that I forgot that my mother had come back to cook. ”

"No, I must let my mother know that I haven't finished my homework in order to watch science fiction."

Li Xiaobo thought about it, and suddenly noticed, he took the magazine, quietly walked to the door, after opening the door, he glanced at the kitchen, and saw that his mother was still busy in the kitchen, so he tiptoed out of the room and quietly entered his grandfather's room.

"Grandpa, you're still writing, I'll send you a book." Walking to the table, Li Xiaobo smiled and said to his grandfather.

Subsequently, he hurriedly handed over the "Science Fiction Literature and Art" magazine in his hand.

"You kid came to me to help you cover again, right?"

The old man turned his head to look at Li Xiaobo, and after saying something with a smile on his face, he suddenly became serious again, and said, "Okay! Grandpa can help you, but, Xiaobo, hobbies are hobbies, but this homework has to be done, so at night, grandpa sits next to you while reading your magazine, watching you do your homework. ”

After saying this, the old man took the "Science Fiction Literature and Art" magazine in Li Xiaobo's hand and couldn't wait to read it.

At first, he didn't think so, until after reading the first page, his expression instantly became weird.

I saw that he frowned for a while, suddenly realized for a while, talked to himself and commented for a while, and showed a smile for a while, but he was addicted to the plot and completely left Li Xiaobo aside.

And when the old man watched it with relish, Li Xiaobo was about to cry.

"I ......"

At this time, he suddenly understood that he was clever but was mistaken by cleverness.

He never expected that the old man's routine was deeper than his, and he would put him into it all of a sudden.

…………

Silver City, Normal School, a huge classroom.

Dozens of people were sitting there, chatting in groups.

"What are you talking about?"

At this time, He Yun suddenly walked in.

"The president is here, everyone hurry up and make room."

"Yes, yes, yes...... Our great writer is here, and we have to arrange the best position. ”

"Zhao Chunming is right, President, you sit here, this position is very suitable."

"Don't be so polite, everyone, I can actually sit anywhere." Seeing that everyone was so enthusiastic, He Yun hurriedly smiled, found a random place and sat down.

"President, today, we finally got together, you tell us about your experience in literary creation!" After He Yun sat down, a man stood up and proposed.

"Yes, President, tell us about it!"

"President, let's talk about it!"

…………

"Okay, I'll say it's no problem, but we have to change the way, everyone will talk about it, just as a meeting friends with texts, exchanging creative experiences with each other, what do you think?"

As soon as He Yun's proposal came out, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then nodded one after another.

Seeing this scene, He Yun took the lead in speaking.

However, before he could say a word, he heard a sound of footsteps outside.

Immediately afterwards, Li Hanming and Dong Jianwen walked in.

And with him came in another person.

This person is none other than Dean Yu.

Everyone saw that Dean Yu was coming, and they all came over.

"Ahem...... Why is everyone looking at me like this? Talk, talk? Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Dean Yu waved his hand and said.