Liu Qiaozhen flashed a pair of big watery eyes, glanced at Gao Jialin crampedly, and then took out a melon from the grass basket that was ripe and the skin was a little yellow, handed it to Gao Jialin, and said, "Our family keeps their own land." I planted it. Eat it, it's so sweet! ”

Then she took out her well-washed handkerchief from her pocket and asked Gogarin to wipe the melon.

Gao Jialin took the melon a little embarrassed, took her handkerchief again, showed a bright smile, and said to her: "Thank you, Sister Qiaozhen, I am in a hurry to send a letter to the county seat, and I will talk ......to you when I come back."

Liu Qiaozhen seemed to want to talk to him, but when she heard him say this, she hesitated.

Gao Jialin took a bite of the melon, waved his hand to Liu Qiaozhen, said thank you, and strode away. Now that I have a clean breeze on my sleeves, it is not the time to fall in love.

Liu Qiaozhen sighed, lowered her head and walked on the path back to the village.

Gogarin rushed to the post office, and it was not yet two o'clock. He bought two buns, filled his stomach, and waited a little longer for the post office staff to arrive. Gogarin went in and bought four envelopes, four stamps, and spent four dimes.

When he bought the stamps, he saw the 80-year-old monkey stamp, a sitting golden monkey with a cute red background, full of festive feelings. Of course, he knew that this was the stamp with the largest value and the fastest value among the stamps officially issued by New China. It's a pity that I am shy in my pocket, and I can't wait for this thing to increase in value. I swallowed my saliva and put this thing down!

Gogarin picked up the pen and was about to write the mailing address on the envelope, but it got stuck! He didn't know the address of these newspapers and magazines, so what should he do?

He suddenly remembered the reading room of the county cultural center that he had not seen for a long time, where there should be these publications, and there was a mailing address on them. Gao Garin immediately left the post office and went straight to the county cultural center north of Cross Street.

Because Gogarin loves literature, he also has a few acquaintances at the cultural center. Gogarin greeted him calmly, took a sip of tea, and even trayed out his intentions!

The other party glanced at the manuscript of the poem, was amazed, and praised: "Gao Jialin, you kid, you can't hide it deeply!" I didn't expect the poems to be written so well now, no wonder I dare to vote for these national publications! I announce it in the future, and please have dinner by all means! ”

Gao Garin also smiled and greeted modestly, now is not the time to hide it, you must beat your reputation as a literary genius in an all-round way!

Gao Jialin took these poetry magazines, copied the submission address on the envelope carefully, affixed stamps, stuffed the classified poetry manuscripts, and sealed them, so that he could settle down. Whether you can fire this first shot depends on this experience!

Now that you're here, it's better to take a look at the news and current events, and then start your first novel, but you have to figure out the current situation and don't write anything that shouldn't have happened or hasn't happened.

Gao Garin took a bunch of newspapers from the newspaper rack, "People's Daily", "Guangming Times", "China Youth Daily", "Reference News", and newspapers from his own province, sat on a chair and looked at it. There's not much of a person here. In the hustle and bustle of the city, it is rare to find this calm place.

Gao Jialin first read the "People's Daily" and then flipped through various newspapers. He curled up in the long chair, and after reading almost all the important content of several major newspapers for many days, he felt very comfortable.

It wasn't until the staff of the reading room came to close the door that Gogarin was surprised: it was already time for lunch!

Gogarin came out of the reading room and saw that the sun had tilted far to the west. The sound of the city has basically fallen, and there are not many people scattered on the streets.

He hurriedly rushed to the post office with the envelope, and sure enough, the post office was already off. Fortunately, it was the same when it was delivered to the mailbox, and Gogarin checked the envelope again, and then stuffed it into the mailbox in turn, and the matter was finally done, so hurry home! I didn't say a word to my parents when I came out, the other party must be in a hurry!

Gogarin hurried out of the city and walked towards the Dama River Road. When he walked to the Dama River Bridge, he suddenly saw Liu Qiaozhen standing on the bridge, holding a red handkerchief in his hand and fanning his face, supporting the "Flying Pigeon" brand bicycle that his family had newly bought.

Liu Qiaozhen saw him, took the initiative to come over, and stood in front of him, "Brother Jialing, I met you again, what did you do?" ”

Gogarin's heart pounded as he looked at this beautiful girl with a radiant face.

The original body is very familiar with Liu Qiaozhen, and when she grew up, she naturally didn't notice how dazzling this girl was, but disliked that the other party was an uneducated rural girl in her heart.

But now Gogarin is completely different, he almost immediately understood the idiom of love at first sight, it turned out to be this feeling. His heart was beating faster, his face was flushed unconsciously, and he didn't dare to look at each other's eyes, but he couldn't help but want to engrave the other party's shadow in his heart.

Gao Jialin barely calmed down, showed a bright smile and said: "Sister Qiaozhen, I have written a few poems, and I plan to submit them to some magazines, so I will go to the post and telecommunications office to send a letter today. As a result, I went to the county reading room to read the newspaper, but I missed the time, and I was afraid that my parents would be in a hurry, so I hurried back. ”

Liu Qiaozhen saw Gao Jialin confessing to herself so much, and her eyes lit up with joy, "Brother Jialin, you are in a hurry to go home, then hurry up and get in the car, and I will take you back." On the way, you read me the poem you wrote! ”

Gao Jialin felt very embarrassed all of a sudden, in this era, he rode a car home with a school-age woman, so that the people in front of Zhuangqian and behind the village saw it, and people would gossip about Liu Qiaozhen.

Gao Jialin hesitated for a moment, and lied to Liu Qiaozhen and said: "I can't ride a bicycle to lead people, I'm afraid of falling you." ”

"I'll take you!" Liu Qiaozhen held the handlebar with both hands, glanced at Garin kindly, and lowered her head embarrassedly.

"Ahh Gao Jialin scratched one hand in his hair, didn't know what to do, and simply told the truth, "Sister Qiaozhen, in fact, I'm afraid that others will gossip, which will not affect you well!" ”

"What are you afraid of, let's be above board, I'm not afraid of anything!" Liu Qiaozhen's beautiful big eyes looked at him stubbornly, looking resolute.

"Okay!" No girl is afraid, but I'm afraid of a fart! It's a big deal to go back and catch up with the progress, publish a book as soon as possible to get rich, and marry Liu Qiaozhen home!

Thinking of this, Gao Jialin was full of strength, took the car from Liu Qiaozhen, and turned over into the car.

"Galingo, wait for me!" Liu Qiaozhen was like a brisk swallow, landing lightly on the back seat, plucking up the courage to grab Gao Jialin's waist.

Gogarin mustered up his energy, kicked his legs fast, and recited aloud his plagiarized masterpiece to her.

"The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but I am standing in front of you, and you don't know that I love you.

The farthest distance in the world is not that I am standing in front of you, but you don't know that I love you, but that you are obsessed with love, but you can't say that I love you.

……”

Liu Qiaozhen listened to it in the back seat, and couldn't help but lean her head on Gao Jialin's back and close her eyes happily.

In this way, the two of them shared a bicycle, got out of the bridge, turned west, and galloped along the simple road of Dama River Road to Gaojia Village, and the orange sunset sprinkled gentle light, wrapping all this, and happiness filled the whole picture.

Gao Jialin still can't ignore Liu Qiaozhen's reputation, she is a girl, in such a remote and isolated mountain village, a little crossing the thunder pond will cause a lot of gossip. There are really a lot of seven aunts and eight aunts who have nothing to do in the village and chew the root of their tongues. So before he reached the village, far away Gogarin stopped the car and jumped off. Give the bicycle to Liu Qiaozhen and let her ride it first.

"Sister Qiaozhen, there are too many gossips in the village," Gao Jialin looked at Liu Qiaozhen, who was a little at a loss, and explained: "Let's separate here, you can ride home first!" ”

"Brother Galingo, I'm not afraid of what others will say!"

Liu Qiaozhen was braver than Gao Jialin, which made him very moved, stretched out his hand to touch Liu Qiaozhen's head, and said gently: "Be good, obedient!" That's just for a while, and after a while my article was published, and everything was fine! ”

Liu Qiaozhen felt a warm current in her heart, and lowered her head shyly, "Okay, Brother Galin, I'll go first!" ”

After speaking, Liu Qiaozhen flew into the car like a swallow and rode away briskly. After riding a few meters, he stopped again, turned his head and waved to Gogarin, saying goodbye. Gogarin smiled and waved at her, and watched her go away, and then hurried home with a brisk pace.

As he walked, Gogarin conceived a new novel. He intends to write a novella that reflects contemporary rural life, showing the problems and setbacks encountered in the reform and opening up of the countryside. This kind of main theme novel is also the hottest thing in this era, and after writing it, it will definitely gain fame and fortune, and his situation will be improved immediately.

But what kind of novel should you write?

Almost without thinking, Lu Yao's "Life" was in his mind. There is no better way to write this book, it is directly the truth!

But after thinking about it, Gogarin dismissed the idea of copying again.

First of all, his writing style is very different from Lu Yao's "Life", and he likes to write some softer and more gorgeous writing, which is inconsistent with Lu Yao's style with a strong local atmosphere, and it is definitely not appropriate to copy it. As for rewriting? For such an ill-fated predecessor of the literary trench, he really can't bear to plagiarize the other party's masterpiece, and he can't go the way of others, so that people have no way out, right? It's so immoral!

Of course, there is one last point, if your environment is exactly the same as in the novel, and everyone has a corresponding role, then the day the novel is published is also the time when everyone around you is exposed to public opinion. It's okay to say that the positive characters are good, but aren't the corresponding characters with slightly negative characters going to be pointed out by thousands of people? There's no need to make your whole body like this! At most, just map Gaoming Lou out of gas!

Similarly, "Ordinary World" is not a good fit.