Gogarin also doesn't know anything about it now. He hid in the small courtyard alone, and every day, in addition to rushing to the manuscript, he read some books and periodicals related to Britain borrowed from the reading room, and of course, waited for Liu Qiaozhen to come and bring him food.

On the day when Gao Jialin was rushing to the manuscript, he first received a call from Zhu Wei, the editor-in-chief of "Contemporary". The phone still called the post and telecommunications office, but now it is much more convenient for the postman Xiaohai to find Gao Jialin, and he will go to Gao Jialin's small courtyard in 10 minutes after leaving the post and telecommunications office.

Gao Jialin went to Zhang Kenan to rub the phone as usual, the long-distance fee was too expensive, he was not a local tyrant.

"Xiao Gao, in the past two days, many media reporters have asked our magazine about your contact information, let me ask your opinion first." After the phone was connected, Editor-in-Chief Zhu said something that surprised Gao Jialin.

"Teacher Zhu, what are they looking for me?" Gogarin was a little surprised.

He had no idea how heated the discussion was in this era!

"The repercussions of your novel have exceeded our magazine's expectations. Now we receive hundreds of letters from our readers every day. The vast number of young readers in rural areas seem to have found a window where they can pour out their bitterness. Major newspapers and periodicals have also taken note of this situation and are ready to carry out in-depth reports and discussions. Of course you were noticed by them. ”

"So you want to hear from him and come and interview him?" Gao Jialin was a little scared, he had already promised Ma Zhansheng, and Gao Minglou was his relative. If you are interviewed, the reporter repeatedly asks, what should I say?

Editor-in-Chief Zhu heard Gao Jialin's hesitation, and said helplessly: "Xiao Gao, I know that you are still young, and I also know that you are a little scared. However, you use your real name, so you can get your information with a little inquiry. Journalists in your hometown, in particular, may already be on their way to find you. You'd better be mentally prepared! ”

Gogarin put down the phone in a bit of a daze, what should he do?

Seeing Gao Jialin's blank face, Zhang Kenan couldn't help but ask, "Jialin, what's wrong?" Why don't you look bad after answering the phone? ”

"Konan, it's broken! I think I'm in trouble! Gao Jialin was a little scared and repeated the situation that Editor-in-Chief Zhu told him again, hoping that he could give him an idea. Now Gogarin was already a little panicked, and he wanted to grab and ask everyone when he saw him.

"Oh, that's what happened, you just know now!" Zhang Kenan was not surprised at all, "Now the whole city is investigating the cadres who obstruct the reform and do nothing, and the "horse shouting water" you mapped Gaominglou has become synonymous with this kind of cadre!" Yesterday, my mother came back from the county party committee meeting and was still praising you, saying that you are really amazing, and you let go of tens of thousands of rural cadres by yourself! ”

"Huh?" Gao Jialin was so frightened that he almost fainted when Zhang Kenan said this. I smashed the iron rice bowls of tens of thousands of people, do you still want to live?

"Haha!" Zhang Kenan pointed at Gao Jialin and laughed, "I think I'm timid, but I didn't expect you to be more timid!" This is the campaign launched above, what does it have to do with you! If you take down one or two people, they will resent you and find a way to get revenge on you! But now it's a big part of the country, so who cares about you? ”

Gogarin thought about it, too! The Sarajevo incident was the trigger for World War I, but then the Axis and the Allies fought each other to a bloody battle, so who cares about Sarajevo?

Gao Jialin was told by Zhang Kenan, but he felt a lot more down-to-earth.

"By the way, Kenan, I've been writing all these days, and I don't know anything!" Gao Jialin then remembered the prototype of the story, so many cadres have fallen, how about the two prototypes of Ma Zhansheng and Gao Minglou. He asked Zhang Kenan with some curiosity.

"Ma Zhansheng, this person is very slippery, and before he was found, he wrote a large review and handed it in. As a result, he was dismissed from his post as deputy director of the Labor Bureau and handed over to the personnel department for reassignment. The iron rice bowl is still saved! ”

"Gao Minglou is even smarter. Before the wind blew, he held a general meeting of all the villagers in Gaojia Village to organize the delivery of goods to households, and now the villagers of Gaojia Village praise him. Gao Shuangxing was also voluntarily withdrawn from his position as a private teacher. Gao Minglou's performance is so good, he can continue to sit if he can't get the position of commune secretary. ”

Hearing Zhang Kenan say this, Gao Jialin was in a very complicated mood, both relieved and a little unwilling. One last pat on the head, forget it, what does this matter have to do with us?

Gao Jialin left Zhang Kenan's office, walked home with a leisurely pace, and hummed a small tune in his mouth.

"I'm a sunny and cheerful big boy, a sunny and cheerful big boy, you see the corners of my mouth raised......"

"You're Mr. Gogarin! The author of "The Spring"? I am a reporter from YA Daily, my name is Wang Lin, I am commissioned by the newspaper to interview you, do you have time now? ”

Afraid of what comes.

As soon as Gao Garin arrived at the door of the small courtyard and was about to open the door, a twenty-seven or eighty-year-old female comrade with short ear-length hair and a capable spirit came over with a smile. Apparently she's been here for a while.

Gao Garin was stunned, this was directly blocked by the other party to the door, and he couldn't run away! He suddenly showed a helpless expression, this is miserable, ask for more blessings!

Gao Jialin turned sideways and made a gesture to reporter Wang to invite in, "Welcome, welcome, very welcome!" I'm Gogarin, let's go into the courtyard and talk slowly! ”

Gao Jialin took Reporter Wang into the small courtyard, the environment of the courtyard is very good, and Gao Jialin often lies here to write. So there was already a desk and a chair here.

Gao Jialin came into the house and brought another chair, placed it opposite the table, and asked Reporter Wang to sit down. Then he brought two cups, flushed them with the faucet, put them on the table, brought a thermos and poured two glasses of cold boiled water.

"I'm sorry, reporter Wang. I am currently the only one living in this small courtyard, so there is nothing to entertain, not even tea, only boiled water. Sluggish! ”

After pouring the water, Gogarin said with some apologies.

"It's okay, I think it's good!" Reporter Wang Lin thinks that this place is quiet and quiet, which is quite suitable for Gao Jialin's style of writing.

"Mr. Gao, are all your works created here?" Reporter Wang asked curiously.

"Not really, I only recently rented it, and it hasn't been long since I moved here. In the past, my works were created at my home in Gaojia Village. The environment in Gaojia Village is relatively poor, there is no electricity, and I am used to creating at night. One is the cost of oil lamps, the second is the cost of eyes, and the third is that it also affects the sleep of parents. So I rented a small yard here. Gogarin replied honestly.

"I write books at night with an oil lamp! Your creative environment is really tough! Reporter Wang was a little surprised, but even more with a hint of admiration, "Can you tell me more about how you created the book "Yongquan", which has already caused a big discussion across the country. ”

Now that this is the case, there is no need to hide it anymore. Gogarin simply said it bluntly.

"Oh, here's how it looks! I've always been a lover of literature, and I've been studying literary creation since high school, and I've written a few things before. After graduating from high school and not being admitted to university, I returned to my hometown to become a rural teacher, and in addition to daily teaching, I also wrote some poems and some creative fragments. Later, for some reason, about half a year ago, I left my position as a rural teacher. began to devote himself to creation, first of all, he sorted out and revised more than a dozen poems accumulated over the years, and submitted them to some publications, but fortunately, he was lucky enough to publish them. ”

"Oh, Mr. Gao has also written a lot of poems, what are the specifics, and where have they been published?"

This reporter Wang obviously didn't do his homework before he came, and even Gogarin didn't know that he was a poet.

"Those that are mainly published in the four poetry magazines "Poetry Magazine", "Poetry Forest", "Poetry Tide" and "Green Wind", the most famous should be "Birds and Fish", published in "Poetry Magazine......"

"Birds and fish, I think I've heard of this!" Reporter Wang suddenly interrupted Gao Jialin's words, "Oh, I remember, is it the farthest distance in the world?" As she spoke, she began to recite.

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

……

Gao Jialin's face is black, this Wang reporter is so unprofessional! I didn't do my homework before I came, I interrupted the interview casually, and I recited it passionately.

Alas! I knew that it was better to be interviewed by some big publications, and the reporters of this kind of regional newspaper were too unprofessional.

Next, reporter Wang picked out some things that he found interesting and asked. Gogarin just said what he should say, and jumped over when he shouldn't, anyway, this stupid reporter couldn't hear it.

The two talked for more than an hour, and reporter Wang finally put away the notebook with satisfaction, stood up with a look of adoration, and shook hands with Gao Jialin to say goodbye.

"Teacher Gao, your experience is so inspirational and your talent is too outstanding, I will definitely write your deeds well, so that the majority of rural intellectual young people can learn from you!"

Gogarin hurriedly opened his mouth to stop, "Don't! Don't let everyone learn from me, writing novels is a very talented thing, and if you don't have that talent, you can't change your destiny anymore. If you want to learn, you still have to learn from Ma Defu in "Yongquan", and change the fate of yourself and those around you by working hard to learn and apply technology. ”

Reporter Wang nodded again and again, "Yes, Mr. Gao, you are right, I will definitely write your sentence to the end of the article!" Not everyone has the talent you have, or should you be like Madford. ”

Seeing that reporter Wang finally didn't get things wrong, Gao Jialin breathed a sigh of relief and sent her out of the door.

Gogarin did not stay idle at home for long, and soon, another reporter came to the door. This time the fame is even greater, "SX Daily", it can't be well received.

This reporter Zhang is obviously much more professional than the previous reporter Wang.