Fang Yuanyuan couldn't laugh or cry when she heard Yu Xiumei's words, what a great writer, the cowhide was blown out, she just published a few articles in the "Middle School Student" magazine, "Composition" magazine, and Spring Bamboo Shoot Newspaper, she usually likes to read literary extracurricular books, when she first started writing essays, she didn't know how to write, and there were no brothers and sisters at home to teach her to write, a Spring Festival experience was written in a mess, and then she looked at the compositions written by other classmates, she had some understanding, the Chinese texts she read were written by famous writers, and later, Her writing level gradually improved, and every time the composition was just sent, some students rushed to read it.

When she was in the second year of junior high school, she wrote a lesson taught by the chemistry teacher, after the evening self-study in the summer night, the students on the way home, often saw a ball of fire flying in the field or on the side of the road, the adults said that it was a ghost fire, and the chemistry teacher said, it was not a ghost fire, but a phosphorus fire, phosphorus fire is very light, slightly less than the specific gravity of the air, at night, when there is no wind in the field, if the air is stationary, it also remains relatively stable, if the air flows, the phosphorus fire will flow with the air, If people stop, the phosphorus fire will stop because there is no air flow, and people will be frightened to think that the ghost fire is on the body, and the phosphorus fire is the chemical reaction between phosphine produced by the decay of human or animal corpses and the oxygen in the air to cause spontaneous combustion.

Fang Yuanyuan listened to the chemistry teacher's explanation, from then on, she is no longer afraid of walking at night, she has a little secret, every time she walks at night, she will hold the hands or clothes of other classmates, she follows others with her eyes closed, she doesn't dare to look at the wild at night.

She wrote these into her composition, published it in the magazine "Composition", and received a sample book and a little manuscript fee, and she was ecstatic and formed an indissoluble bond with the text.

And harvested a few literary friends, the literary friends sent letters from afar, she sincerely replied one by one, eight cents of stamps can not afford to buy, she saved the money to the canteen to cook, but also to buy stamps to the literary friends to reply to the letter, only a literary friend in Shandong Province to the southern butterfly specimens, Fang Yuanyuan really can't do it, so she did not send it, she felt very sorry in her heart.

There are gains and losses, she will also receive rejections, and some manuscripts are like mud cows entering the sea, and there is no news, which makes Fang Yuanyuan feel timid, knowing that he still has to work hard, but in Xiumei's eyes, she seems to be really a

"Great writers", their voices startled one of the willow trees, it

"Know" flew to another tree. The rosy sunset in the sky had already dispersed, and a crescent moon was silently attached to the canopy.

"It's not early, I'm going to cook fresh food tonight, let's go." Saying that, Yu Xiumei carried the pigweed basket, and when Fang Yuanyuan carried the pigweed basket again, she felt so heavy that she almost couldn't carry it, others often said that she didn't have the strength to eat milk, she almost didn't eat any milk, it was all batter and fed, and her body was really a little thin, and as soon as she gritted her teeth, Fang Yuanyuan carried the pigweed basket.

The two walked to the fork in the road, Yu Xiumei turned back to Fang Yuanyuan and said, "I'll go to the Ant River tomorrow to visit relatives, because it's across the river, and I may not be able to come back until the day after tomorrow." ”

"Well, bring something delicious back with you." Fang Yuanyuan said politely. When Fang Yuanyuan crossed a small bridge on the Baolu Canal, turned the corner and was almost home, there was a tall figure on the other side of the canal, and he shouted to Fang Yuanyuan: "Yuanyuan, we have a letter from you here, you come and get it." Fang Yuanyuan looked back and saw that it was Yang Renshou, the accountant of the brigade, and she responded: "Hey, Uncle Yang, I know." She guessed it must be from her father.

She returned home, put down the basket of hogweed, ran across the bridge in three steps and two steps, and took the letter from Uncle Yang's hand.

At first glance, the address is: Zhiping County, Hejiang Town, Qianjin Middle School, Ye Xuan. She guessed that the person surnamed Ye should be Uncle Ye, a good friend of her father, yes, he was from Hejiang Town.

She walked into the house with the letter, and her grandmother came out of the kitchen to greet her: "The meal is ready, hurry up and eat, today is it with Xiumei and the two of you to fight pigweed?" ”

"Yes, she beats more pigweed than I do, and her hands are so fast." Fang Yuanyuan said, brought water to wash his face, scrubbed the towel, wrung it out, walked over, and wiped the sweat on his face for his grandmother, who was covered in sweat.

At the dinner table, grandma had already put on the green cold cucumber, the spicy and fragrant fried black bean sauce with green peppers, and the soaked capers, the crispy green beans had a few red millet spicy, Fang Yuanyuan ate a few bites of rice and asked, "I don't know when Dad will come back?" I just received a letter from Uncle Ye to my father. ”

"Your dad is coming back soon, it's going to be a few days." Grandma said.