Just when He Yun and the others were "retreating" in the hotel, he suddenly received a telegram.

The telegram was sent from Hunan Province, and the person who sent the telegram was none other than Gao Lao.

The telegram probably meant that he had received a letter from the National Writers' Association, and the content of the letter was only one letter, inviting him to join the National Writers' Association.

Seriously, he was a little incredulous about this sudden news.

National Writers' Association, what kind of place is that?

It is a gathering place of famous writers in the country, and those who can join it are all the best among writers.

He Yun is only 23 years old this year, and although he has made some achievements, it is almost impossible for him to join the National Writers' Association at this time.

"Could it be that Elder Gao is mistaken?" He Yun couldn't help muttering secretly, but he fell into a deep thought.

He pondered for a while, and finally decided to send a telegram back to Elder Gao first to further confirm the matter.

So, he asked the chief screenwriter Zhang Xiaoming for a few hours off, and then left the hotel.

The next day, he again got a telegram from Zheng Xiaolong.

The telegram was written with the words "undoubtedly".

Now, He Yun can be sure that it was not Gao Lao who made a mistake.

But since he was not mistaken, why did the National Writers' Association invite him to join?

It doesn't make sense!

"Ahem..... Comrade He Yun, what do you want? I see you're absent-minded, is something wrong? Just as He Yun was secretly pondering, Wang Su on the side coughed lightly and asked casually.

"Brother Wang, do you think it's possible for the National Writers Association to invite a writer in his twenties to join?" He Yun raised his head, grinned, looked at Wang Su and asked rhetorically.

"How is this possible? In your twenties, it's hard to ..... even if you create from your mother's womb."

"Wait..... What do you mean....."

At this moment, Wang Su couldn't help but show an incredible expression on his face, and he looked at He Yun in a daze, as if he wanted to see him through.

"I also think this matter is a bit unreliable, but the National Writers' Association did send me a letter of invitation, and I ..... I don't know why? He Yun smiled bitterly and said to Wang Su.

"Oh...... Then why don't you go directly to the National Writers' Association and ask, anyway, you're in Kyoto right now! Wang Su thought about it and couldn't help but propose.

After a while, he seemed to think of something again, and added again: "Or you can also ask Wang Meng Wang Lao to inquire, after all, Wang Lao is now in a high position, maybe he knows what is going on." ”

"Elder Wang?" He Yun was stunned, then nodded.

It's a good idea!

So, after some inquiry, He Yun finally got Wang Lao's contact information and immediately called him.

As soon as he heard He Yun say what he meant, Wang Meng on the other end of the phone suddenly laughed and said, "Boy! How dare you think about it! How is this possible! The National Writers' Association is something you can enter if you want to. ”

"Elder Wang, what do you mean is that this is fake?"

"That's not all, in fact, there are indeed people on the side of the National Writers' Association who propose to invite you to join, but this matter is still being discussed, I think it may be that the telegram is not very clear, so it will cause such a misunderstanding."

After Wang Lao finished saying this, he continued: "Xiao He! I advise you not to think nonsense, whether this can be done or not, in fact, it doesn't matter, the key is to rely on the work to speak, not to mention, joining the National Writers Association so early, for a young writer like you, it is not all a good thing, you should think about it yourself! Hung up! ”

After saying this, Wang Meng hung up the phone.

And after He Yun put down the phone, he couldn't help but secretly think about Wang Meng's words.

"Forget it! Why do I think so much? Since even Wang Lao said so, I'd better create with peace of mind! He Yun shook his head slightly, muttered to himself, and went back to the hotel directly.

.......

However, what he didn't know was that for this matter, the National Writers' Association did hold several meetings to discuss and invite him to be a member of the National Writers' Association.

But in the end, a big leader spoke, saying that this matter would stop and should not be mentioned again.

In this way, the matter will not be over.

Of course, these are all later words, so let's not mention them for now.

When He Yun returned to the hotel, he once again devoted himself to writing the script.

Every morning, after getting up, everyone started to discuss the script after breakfast, and then went to rest until 12 o'clock in the evening.

After repeating this for half a month, the second draft of the script was finally freshly released.

Zheng Xiaolong was naturally very happy when he learned the news, and that night, he invited everyone to a big meal.

Early the next morning, He Yun went straight to the train station.

It turned out that at this time yesterday, Zheng Xiaolong had already helped him buy a train ticket, which was the train at six o'clock this morning.

After all, it's the end of the month, and in two days, Hunan Normal University will start school, and he, a university lecturer, naturally has to hurry back to teach the students.

........

In Hunan Province in September, it is still very hot.

The gate of Hunan Normal University.

People come and go, so it's not lively.

At the door, a banner welcoming new students was hung on the school gate, and under the banner, Li Yan was standing there alone with a large bag and a small bag, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, a figure hurried over.

The person who came was He Yun!

It turned out that yesterday, He Yun received a letter from Li Yan, saying that she would come to the school tomorrow to report.

But today, because of something temporary, he was called by Professor Ma, so he was a little late.

"Li Yan, I'm really sorry, I had an urgent matter just now, and I really can't get out." He Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead, but said apologetically.

"It's okay, Brother He, I just waited for a while!" Li Yan shook her head and replied.

"Okay, I'll take you directly downstairs in your dormitory, I've already inquired for you before, you live in dormitory No. 503." After He Yun finished speaking, he led Li Yan towards the school.

More than 20 minutes later, He Yun took Li Yan to the bottom of one of the dormitories in the girls' dormitory.

"That's it," He Yun turned to Li Yan behind him and said.

"Thank you, Brother He! If it weren't for you, I'd have had to look for a long time to find this place! ”

"Actually, a freshman like you, even if I didn't bring you over, there would be seniors who would bring you over." He Yun replied with a smile, and then said: "When I went back last time, Chief Li asked me to take good care of you, so if you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me at any time, although I don't teach you, I am also a lecturer in the Chinese department." ”

"Okay! Brother He, I know! ”

.........

For He Yun, the job of a lecturer is too easy.

On average, he didn't even have one class a day, and most of the time, he was either reading books or writing in the dormitory.

Sometimes, of course, he also goes to some of the teachers' activities.

But after going there a few times, he was not interested.

The main thing is that these activities are too boring for him, either dancing or "sorority".

Even, once, when the teacher introduced him to a partner, He Yun naturally waved his hand again and again and said that he had a partner, and then he escaped.

And when he doesn't have classes, he will also go for a walk outside the school, such as swimming in Orange Island or climbing Yuelu Mountain.

One is to exercise oneself, and the other is to find creative inspiration and relax.

Not to mention, under such a combination of work and rest, the speed of writing has been significantly accelerated.

However, it was not until mid-September that he had written more than 50,000 words of his sci-fi "Skynet".

During this period, his military "Twelve Days of Life and Death" was also officially published by the People's Literature Publishing House.

As He Yun's third military-related, this one is significantly different from "Fanghua".

Not to mention the background and story, even the creative technique is also created in a script-like way.

Therefore, readers will have a stronger sense of substitution when watching.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that in just one week, Xinhua bookstores across the country have sold out this book, and they have to be temporarily reprinted and dispatched.

In fact, the appeal of He Yun's pen name "Man Jianghong" has already exceeded that of a few years ago.

Even many readers who don't like to read the military, because it is He Yun's new book, many people will buy one as a treasure.

Don't underestimate this kind of "fan" economy, in later generations, this model can be said to be open everywhere, and people have played all kinds of tricks.

Although at the moment, everyone does not have much money on hand, but the price of a book is not very expensive, so this sales volume is naturally rising.

Soon, the sales of "Twelve Days of Life and Death" exceeded 300,000 copies.

Although this sales volume is not very conspicuous in the country, you must know that this is a military book, which belongs to the "unpopular" theme, and it is not easy to have such sales.

Of course, no matter what the sales are, He Yun's manuscript fee is always the same, which cannot be changed.

And He Yun himself doesn't care about these, in his opinion, if you want to earn manuscript fees, you have to earn foreign ones.

.........

At the end of September, autumn is getting cooler.

He Yun changed into a coat and rode a 28-bar shuttle on the boulevard, beside him, passing by students holding books from time to time.

More than ten minutes later, he came to the bottom of a teaching building.

After putting the 28 bars in the simple parking shed, He Yun walked towards the teaching building with his textbooks and lesson plans.

Walking into the classroom, he glanced at the more than 100 people sitting under the podium, but he was secretly taken aback.

"This ..... What's going on? Why are so many people coming to my class today? Isn't there usually only about 20 people? ”

Despite the muttering in his heart, he pretended to be calm and walked to the podium, and after putting down the lesson plan and textbook in his hand, he picked up the chalk and wrote a few words on the blackboard.

"Today, let's talk about the development of Tang poetry for the literature of the Tang Dynasty, first of all, what is Tang poetry, as the name suggests, it is the poetry of the Tang Dynasty, generally speaking, Tang poetry is divided into five-character quatrains, seven-character quatrains and so on....."

For his own teaching methods, He Yun naturally has his own unique set of models.

For example, in his class, he usually does not ask questions first, but will take the lead in introducing a paragraph and talking about the topic or content to be discussed today.

Then, it is handed over to everyone to discuss, one party answers, the other side refutes, and finally he sits down and summarizes.

Sometimes, he would also bring up some extracurricular topics in his classes, such as modern literature, which he was best at, although he taught ancient Chinese literature.

"Good! Whoever comes first as the first defense! Raise your hand! ”

"Me!"

"Teacher He, me! I! ”

"Teacher He, me! Usually I am the first defense! ”

For a while, under the podium, there was a crowd of people, and many students rushed to raise their hands.

He Yun glanced at it and found that in addition to some of these people who were usually active, there were many fresh faces.

"Okay, then the classmate in the far left corner of the back!"

He Yun smiled and pointed to a classmate in the left corner.

When the classmate saw this, he was overjoyed and immediately stood up.

He seemed to be prepared, and then said: "I think Tang poetry is the most fundamental existence of the entire Tang Dynasty literature, and the lack of Tang poetry rhyme is like the lack of soul........"

As the first student to speak, he spoke eloquently, and what he said made He Yun nod again and again.

Seriously, the overall quality of this year's graduate students seems to be much higher than theirs.

Especially the students who refuted it next, their views are also very sufficient, and their refutations are also reasonable.

Therefore, after the whole class, the atmosphere in the classroom was extremely intense, and everyone's participation was very high.

And this, naturally, is what He Yun wants to see the most.

........

After class, as soon as He Yun left the classroom, he saw a person coming out of the next classroom.

"Teacher He! You're out of class! ”

"Professor Jiang! Don't call me Teacher He, it sounds weird! I used to be your student, and as the saying goes, you can call me Xiaohe, or call me by my name. He Yun smiled and said quickly.

The person in front of him is surnamed Jiang, a professor who is the same age as He Yun's mentor, Professor Ma, and has been teaching at Hunan Normal University for more than ten years.

Of course, he also once taught He Yun,

But now, He Yun has become a university lecturer and has become a colleague with him.

This made him sigh and sigh, but also filled him with pride.

In his eyes, He Yun is one of the best students he has ever taught.

"How can that work, you used to be my student, but now you are a lecturer at the school, is it natural to call you Teacher He! Besides, you're one of the best students I've ever taught, so how can I still call you Xiaohe. ”

"Professor Jiang, let's call it at will, that's right! One thing I want to ask you, do you know why so many students take my classes? When I was in class today, I found that there were many times more students than usual! ”

"It's not good to have a lot of students! This proves that everyone enjoys your class! You kid just steal the fun! You know, we old guys wish we had more students in our classes! Professor Jiang glanced at He Yun and couldn't help but smile.

"Professor Jiang, you misunderstood what I meant, I don't mind so many students taking my classes, I just think it's ........"

However, before He Yun's words fell, Professor Ma suddenly walked over to him and said, "Xiao He! Tomorrow, you should prepare well, and when the time comes, some teachers from our department will come to your class to listen to the class! ”

"Ah......h