Yincheng, next to the Zijiang River.

On a shoal, Qin Ming was holding a fishing rod and was looking at the swim bladders in the river.

On the side, there was also a person sitting, this person had silver hair, and he looked to be almost seventy or eighty.

He is an old acquaintance of He Yun who studied in Yincheng, Director Zhang.

"Ahem...... Old! When you are old, you just sit for a while, and you feel uncomfortable, so it's better for you young people! Director Zhang said with a smile.

"I said Lao Zhang, don't laugh at me, I'm almost fifty years old, and that's all I have for the rest of my life." He Yun glanced at Director Zhang beside him, and couldn't help but say with a smile.

"What, you're already famous now, what do you want?" Director Zhang glanced at He Yun, and continued: "Unlike me, I have been retired for so many years, and I am about to be buried in the soil, maybe you will have to attend my funeral one day!" ”

After Director Zhang said this, he sighed again and again.

Also, more than 20 years have passed, and if it weren't for this school celebration and graduation ceremony, it would be difficult for He Yun to meet this former leader.

"I see it's almost time today, why don't we go back! It's a pity that I met the Air Force today! He Yun put away the fishing rod, but said to Director Zhang with a smile.

"It's okay, it's too late to go back, I'm afraid of being scolded by my wife! Gotta go back early! At this time, Director Zhang couldn't help but nodded, and then He Yun's words.

Although the two haven't seen each other for a long time, they are still the same as before, they are also teachers and friends, and the relationship is still very good.

"Let's go! Why don't we go to the vegetable market and buy some fish! Just come to my house for dinner! Director Zhang, who had packed up the fishing rod, couldn't help but smile and proposed to He Yun.

He Yun thought about it, and then replied casually: "Okay, it just so happens that I also have something to talk to Director Zhang!" ”

……

The explosion of inspiration is different, He Yun wrote this time, and wrote it directly until dawn, and when he turned around and sorted out the manuscript again, he found that he had written at least more than 4,000 words this time, which was really efficient.

"I didn't expect to wake up and write so well, why don't I try to write in the morning another day?"

He Yun muttered secretly, thought about it for a while, but denied his thoughts.

Although the efficiency of writing this morning is very high, but inspiration, how to say, some are not sure, sometimes you don't have a trace of inspiration for half a day, naturally you can't write a high-quality manuscript, sometimes you burst out of inspiration, soon can write a full page, inspiration This thing can not be generated at a specific time, which requires you to accumulate more, charge more, and expand your knowledge.

Of course, you need a little luck, because good luck will always give you a different experience.

However, all of this is far away, so let's go back to this time.

He Yun saw that it was dawn, so he hurriedly packed up the manuscript, put it in the drawer, took the textbooks and textbooks and left the dormitory, and after he locked the door, he went straight to the first class of junior high school.

There's his morning reading class this morning, and he needs to keep an eye on it so that the students don't get lazy.

After reading early and having breakfast, He Yun came to the teacher's office, and what he didn't expect was that Principal Zhao was actually there.

What he didn't expect was that Principal Zhao didn't say anything about yesterday's leave, he patted He Yun on the shoulder as usual, and left after saying a few words of encouragement.

As for the other teachers in the office, the same was true, they all bowed their heads, busy with their own things, as if they did not know that he had taken a leave of absence yesterday.

In this regard, although He Yun was a little puzzled in his heart, he did not delve into it.

It's just that he always feels as if he's overlooked something, but he can't think of anything.

"What the hell did you overlook?" He Yun couldn't help muttering to himself.

..........

Time passed day by day, and a week later, he finished writing the second part of "Fanghua" "War Plot".

After some deletion and proofreading, he began to write the third part of "Fanghua" non-stop.

The third part of "Fanghua", according to the outline set before, is mainly to explain the endings of each protagonist and supporting role, and the length will not be very long, and it will not exceed 20,000 words at most.

Don't look at the short length of this part, the number of words is not much, and it seems to be relatively easy to write, but in fact, when it comes to writing, he is often stuck.

Sometimes I read it myself, but I found that I was not even satisfied with what I wrote, so I had to cross it out and start writing again.

Sometimes I write and write, and suddenly I get stuck, and I don't know how to write next, so I can only stop, meditate, and continue to write after I have inspiration.

It's actually a painful process.

But there was no way, He Yun could only write little by little, and after writing a little, he read through it again, and after feeling that there was no problem, he continued to write, and after reading and writing repeatedly.

It wasn't until mid-December that he finally finished writing "Fanghua".

He roughly estimated the word count, which was about 77,000 words.

This kind of length, to be honest, is much worse than the "Legend of the Sword God of Shushan" he wrote before.

In terms of style and writing, there is no comparison between the two, because compared with the latter, "Fanghua" costs He Yun much more effort.

Because before he started writing this, he not only wrote the outline and outline, but also repeatedly deleted many paragraphs and even the entire plot, and now he finally wrote this draft of "Fanghua".

After the first draft of this version was written, He Yun proofread it as a whole, and after making sure that there was no problem, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After more than a month and five or six hours a day to write, he finally completed this "Fanghua" that reflected the war.

If he were to rate this article himself, he would feel that he would get at least 70 points, at least he thought it was the most attentive and best one he had ever written.

You must know that when writing this, he will chew every word between the lines, and he will not stop until he finds a more suitable word or word, so the writing is not a problem at all.

Speaking of the plot setting, in addition to having a very positive three views, it also fully reflects the cruelty of war and the expectation of peace, creating flesh-and-blood characters, the plot is not old-fashioned, but it is not divorced from reality.

In this way, he feels that the chance of being approved by "People's Literature" should be very high.

…………

On this day, the sky was overcast, the temperature was unusually cold, the cold wind was blowing, and it was probably going to snow.

At noon, He Yun finished lunch at school and planned to go to the town to send "Fanghua".

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered something, slapped his forehead and muttered, "That's right! I almost forgot about that science fiction, and this time I just sent it to the People's Literature Magazine! ”

After muttering a sentence in a whisper, He Yun sorted out the first draft of "Fanghua", then took the draft of "Dream of the Future", and rode out of the school and went to the town on the 28th bar.

The delivery went very smoothly, it was done in ten minutes, and by the time he returned to school, it was only half past one in the afternoon.

After sleeping in the dormitory for half an hour, he arrived at the classroom office with his textbooks and textbooks.

How did he know that as soon as he came in, Principal Zhao followed, and he walked directly to He Yun and said, "Xiao He! Have you forgotten something? ”

"Forgot something? Principal, I forgot...... Wait! Principal, I'm really sorry, don't worry, give me three days, and I will definitely send you the questions to be released in the joint school unified examination! He Yun smiled awkwardly, immediately thought of something, and immediately promised.

For He Yun's answer, Principal Zhao couldn't cry or laugh, and he said bitterly to He Yun: "Xiao He! I didn't mean to urge you, although the time of this unified examination is still early, but you also have to take this matter to heart, how many days have you said this, if I don't mention this matter to you, I'm afraid you will forget it! ”

"Nope! No! Absolutely not! Headmaster, how can I forget this, isn't it a little busy some time ago? Don't worry, I will do what you explain, and I won't make you embarrassed! He Yun shook his head again and again, looking very embarrassed.

After all, his time had indeed dragged on for a long time, and if Principal Zhao hadn't mentioned it to him, he would have really forgotten about it.

"That's good! I'm really afraid that you will forget, and then I will lose my face! Principal Zhao couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

After receiving He Yun's affirmative reply, he quickly left.

And He Yun couldn't help but secretly think about the idea of the joint school unified examination.

The explosion of inspiration is different, He Yun wrote this time, and wrote it directly until dawn, and when he turned around and sorted out the manuscript again, he found that he had written at least more than 4,000 words this time, which was really efficient.

"I didn't expect to wake up and write so well, why don't I try to write in the morning another day?"

He Yun muttered secretly, thought about it for a while, but denied his thoughts.

Although the writing efficiency is very high this morning, but inspiration, how to say, some are not sure, sometimes you don't have a trace of inspiration for half a day, naturally you can't write a high-quality manuscript, sometimes you burst out of inspiration, soon can write a full page, inspiration This thing can not be generated at a specific time, which requires you to accumulate more, charge more, and expand your knowledge.

Of course, you also need a little luck, because good luck will always give you a different experience.

However, these are far away, let's talk about this time.

He Yun saw that it was dawn, so he hurriedly packed up the manuscript, put it in the drawer, took the textbooks and textbooks and left the dormitory, and after he locked the door, he went straight to the first class of junior high school.

There's his morning reading class this morning, and he needs to keep an eye on it so that the students don't get lazy.

After reading early and having breakfast, He Yun came to the teacher's office, and what he didn't expect was that Principal Zhao was actually there.

What he didn't expect was that Principal Zhao didn't say anything about yesterday's leave, he patted He Yun on the shoulder as usual, and left after saying a few words of encouragement.

As for the other teachers in the office, the same was true, they all bowed their heads, busy with their own things, as if they did not know that he had taken a leave of absence yesterday.

In this regard, although He Yun was a little puzzled in his heart, he did not delve into it.

It's just that he always feels as if he's overlooked something, but he can't think of anything.

"What the hell did you overlook?" He Yun couldn't help muttering to himself.

..........

Time passed day by day, and a week later, he finished writing the second part of "Fanghua" "War Plot".

After some deletion and proofreading, he began to write the third part of "Fanghua" non-stop.

The third part of "Fanghua", according to the outline set before, is mainly to explain the endings of each protagonist and supporting role, and the length will not be very long, and it will not exceed 20,000 words at most.

Don't look at the short length of this part, the number of words is not much, and it seems to be relatively easy to write, but in fact, when it comes to writing, he is often stuck.

Sometimes I read it myself, but I found that I was not even satisfied with what I wrote, so I had to cross it out and start writing again.

Sometimes I write and write, and suddenly I get stuck, and I don't know how to write next, so I can only stop, meditate, and continue to write after I have inspiration.

It's actually a painful process.

But there was no way, He Yun could only write little by little, and after writing a little, he read through it again, and after feeling that there was no problem, he continued to write, and after reading and writing repeatedly.

It wasn't until mid-December that he finally finished writing "Fanghua".

He roughly estimated the word count, which was about 77,000 words.

This kind of length, to be honest, is much worse than the "Legend of the Sword God of Shushan" he wrote before.

In terms of style and writing, there is no comparison between the two, because compared with the latter, "Fanghua" costs He Yun much more effort.

Because before he started writing this, he not only wrote the outline and outline, but also repeatedly deleted many paragraphs and even the entire plot, and now he finally wrote this draft of "Fanghua".

After the first draft of this version was written, He Yun proofread it as a whole, and after making sure that there was no problem, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After more than a month and five or six hours a day, he finally completed this "Fanghua" that reflected the war.

If he were to rate this article himself, he would feel that he would get at least 70 points, at least he thought it was the most attentive and best one he had ever written.

You must know that when writing this, he chewed on every word between the lines until he found a more suitable word

"Nope! No! Absolutely not! Headmaster, how can I forget this, isn't it a little busy some time ago? Don't worry, I will do what you explain, and I won't make you embarrassed! He Yun shook his head again and again, looking very embarrassed.

After all, his time had indeed dragged on for a long time, and if Principal Zhao hadn't mentioned it to him, he would have really forgotten about it.

"That's good! I'm really afraid that you will forget, and then I will lose my face! Principal Zhao couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

After receiving He Yun's affirmative reply, he quickly left.

And He Yun couldn't help but secretly think about the idea of the joint school unified examination.