When the mother who had obviously been talking to Aunt Xue for a while came back after going downstairs, the two girls shut up.

Su Hang took a short nap and continued to revise the draft after waking up.

Until evening.

There is no need for further infusion today, but the first dressing change is going to be carried out, and Xu Chengyao, the attending physician of Suzhou and Hangzhou, came again, and two nurses, Lu Xiaomin and Yao Ran, helped.

After changing the medicine, he carefully asked Su Hang again if he was unwell, and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, and Xu Chengyao left.

Lu Xiaomin pulled the reluctant Yao Ran to stay, and pointed to the red notebook he gave to Su Hang yesterday on the bedside table: "Big writer, how is the novel written?" ”

Su Hang saw Lu Xiaomin's expectant expression, picked up the notebook and handed it over: "You can take a look, but it's a little messy." ”

Lu Xiaomin took it and couldn't wait to open it.

Then, I thought, it's not a little messy, it's just very messy.

Not to mention the scribbled handwriting in almost cursive writing, each page is full of various alterations, almost like a patient with bandages, plasters, and plasters on his body at the same time.

Lu Xiaomin only barely recognized the title of the novel, which seems to be quite interesting: "Flower Season is Like This".

Flower......

How, exactly, and what?

Although it is curious, however, this trace and alteration is really prohibitive.

Yao Ran, who was beside Lu Xiaomin, was already prejudiced against a certain teenager, and was dragged to stay, and when he saw his colleague open the notebook, he also followed.

Instantly scoffed.

What kind of mess is this?

Yao Ran not only lost interest, but also couldn't help pouting, seeing that the ponytail girl opposite with very characteristic lips seemed to be a little unhappy with her expression, not only did not restrain herself, but also simply showed obvious disgust.

Writing a novel?

When you are Haruki Murakami!

Lu Xiaomin didn't notice her colleague's expression, she was a kind girl, although she was disappointed in her heart, she still patiently turned a few pages before handing it back to Su Hang, and said honestly with a smile: "It's too messy, I can't understand it." ”

"The draft that has just been completed still needs to be copied," Su Hang explained, took the notebook, and said with a smile: "If you are interested, you can read it again tomorrow." ”

In order to speed up and save time, Su Hang used a line of grass, coupled with a large number of alterations, Lu Xiaomin looked naturally struggling.

When Yao Ran heard Su Hang say this, he immediately 'cut' in his heart.

Who would be interested?

Lu Xiaomin didn't plan to mention this matter again, but he still said politely: "Okay." ”

Thinking that after all, he was just a teenager in high school.

Even if your academic performance is better, you shouldn't expect anything.

How can novels be so easy to write?

After chatting a few more words, the two girls left the Suhang ward, and as soon as they arrived in the corridor this time, Yao Ran had already spoken: "What about your notebook, I bought it for two yuan and five yuan." ”

Lu Xiaomin was also a little pity, he knew that he would find some manuscript paper and send it over, but at this time, he heard Yao Ran say this, but he didn't echo it, but said: "I see that I have written dozens of pages, people are only sixteen or seventeen years old, no matter what, it is the ability to write so many words." ”

"What's wrong with sixteen or seven," Yao Ran was unconvinced: "I'm only nineteen, and I've already worked to make money." ”

Lu Xiaomin teased: "Don't forget, you are still an intern." ”

"Even if the internship period is ......" Yao Ran raised her little face slightly: "...... My salary of 90 yuan a month, that is also a real 90 yuan, eat and drink without worry, can that kid make money? Hmph, I dare to have two girlfriends, I have no money, and I will run away sooner or later. ”

Lu Xiaomin laughed: "Yao Ran, Su Hang won't do anything to you, such a big opinion?" ”

"When he bullied my sister, he bullied me."

"Well, I still think there's an inside story," Lu Xiaomin said, "How about calling your sister to eat together recently, let's take a closer look?" ”

"Not recently, my sister went to correct the college entrance examination papers."

"Didn't you hurt your foot?"

"It's just that it's almost healed, and it's not hurting your hand."

"Oh......" Lu Xiaomin said, "Then another day." ”

Yao Ran felt that she should also ask her sister to tell Lu Xiaomin about someone's hooliganism, so she nodded and agreed: "Okay." ”

As she spoke, the two women came to the nurses' station on the first floor, handed over briefly, hurried to the hospital cafeteria for dinner, rushed back, and began to distribute evening medicine to the ward on the second floor for which they were responsible.

Starting from the east side, I came all the way to the ward of a teenager on the west side of the stairs, and happened to enter the door with Su Hang's father, who was carrying all kinds of food.

The two girls divided the medicine and were about to leave, but saw Su Hang's father take out an envelope: "Xiao Hang, see if this is yours, there is no one in our house during the day, Xie Ling helped collect it, it can't be a mistake, right?" ”

Su Hang took it.

Lu Xiaomin was curious for a moment, and stopped for a while, and Yao Ran had no choice but to stop.

Su Hang took the envelope, glanced at the address of the letter, was a little surprised, and subconsciously pinched it, it was not thick, and it was obviously not a rejection.

Don't......

I sent it last Tuesday, and it's only been five or six days.

Even if it's in the same city, it's too fast.

Usually, in the journal's manuscript request, the reply period of one or two months is agreed, even in fact, taking Su Hang's experience of not submitting many manuscripts as an example, occasionally replying, to say the least, it takes more than half a month.

Slightly distracted, sensing the curious eyes around him, Su Hang raised his head, smiled at everyone, and opened the envelope.

I looked down.

Really!

Su Quanquan stewed chicken soup today, and He Fen and Gan Xin, who took the initiative to help, shared it with everyone, but they spoke first: "Xiaohang, what kind of letter?" ”

Su Hang had already browsed it, and seeing that his mother was curious, he handed it to his father nearby, and said with a smile: "Notice of the manuscript." ”

Notification of Manuscripts?

Su Quanquan, He Fen and Hong Aya were all puzzled, only Gan Xin instantly understood and looked up.

Lu Xiaomin and Yao Ran, who were left behind, had just talked to Su Hang a few times about the novel in the past two days, and of course they understood it, but the two girls didn't believe it for a while.

It's being written, so I'm here to inform?

Fake, right?

Thinking so, Su Quanquan took a thin letter from his son and read it out in front of everyone:

"Notification of Manuscripts."

"Comrade Su Hang, your article "Lin Qing and Xu Bai" has been reviewed by the editorial department and meets the requirements of our manuscript, and our journal intends to publish your work in August 1995 (postponed in case of special circumstances), please do not submit it during this period, after the publication of the journal, we will send a sample issue. Notice is hereby given. ”

"Qingxu Editorial Department."

After reading it so slowly, Su Quanquan also carefully glanced at the bright red official seal on the letter a few times before turning to his son: "Lin Qing and Xu Bai"? ”

"I just wrote a novel last week," Su Hang said, "I didn't expect that it would only be sent for a week, and there would be a reply so quickly, and it was hired." ”

Everyone: "......"

Last week, this week.

Both Su Quanquan and He Fen knew that their son was still writing novels in addition to his studies recently, but it was only used as a daily pastime for young people.

As for submission, it can also be hired by magazines, this kind of high-end operation that is only related to cultural people in their opinion, no matter what, it can't be connected to their own son.

I didn't expect ......

I just wrote it last week, and I was hired this week!

Everyone was in a daze, and when Gan Xin brought a bowl of chicken soup and put it on the small table in front of Su Hang, everyone came back to their senses.

He Fen subconsciously asked a question that he was more concerned about: "Xiao Hang, this ...... There's a manuscript fee, right? ”

Su Hang took the spoon handed over by Gan Xin and nodded: "There must be." ”

Su Quanquan felt that it was already a great honor for his son to publish an article, which was similar to the last time he stood on the stage to receive the first certificate of the grade.

However, when he heard the conversation between his wife and son, Su Quanquan, who had been troubled by hardships for half a year, couldn't help but ask, "How many can there be?" ”

Su Hang shook his head: "I don't know the specifics, but this novel is more than 6,000 words, and the manuscript fee is ...... One or two hundred should be there. ”

One or two hundred ......

One or two hundred ......

In a few decades, this amount of money is not enough for even a hot pot.

However, now in 1995, it is already the salary level of many people in the county-level city of Heyuan.

mentioned money, Lu Xiaomin, who was watching, also came back to his senses.

Thinking of Yao Ran's words not long ago, he turned his head to look at his colleague, and saw that she was staring slightly, still looking unconvinced, smiled, and stretched out his hand: "Uncle, can I take a look?" ”

When Su Quanquan heard this, he carefully folded the draft notice in his hand before handing it over.

Lu Xiaomin took it and unfolded it, deliberately conceded some to Yao Ran, and looked at the letter.

The specific content on the 'Notice of Manuscript Use' is more than what Su Quanquan just read out, a very standard page, in addition to what I heard before, there is also information such as the organizer, the magazine number, and the mailing address.

Lu Xiaomin looked at them one by one, and finally carefully looked at the official seal in the lower right corner a few times, and basically determined that it would not be fake.

Look at the side again.

Yao Ran was also aiming, his eyes were still wide, and his face was still a little red.

Lu Xiaomin knew that this girl must be embarrassed now.

used to be teasing a teenager about writing novels, and said that he could earn 90 yuan a month.

It's been less than an hour.

Not only were people's novels hired, but also, one or two hundred, at a time.

Lu Xiaomin was a little envious.

Yao Ran's internship salary is 90 yuan, and she, a regular nurse, is actually not much, and her salary last month was only 162 yuan.

Now, someone writes a random novel, and it's worth a month's salary.

No wonder it's the first in the grade.

After reading it like this, he also folded the letter in front of him, so as not to be torn in the delivery process, and was about to return it to Su Quanquan, He Fen, who had no intention of eating for a while, had already stepped forward, took the letter, unfolded it very preciously, read it again, not enough, and read it again, until he found the look of Gan Xin on the side, and then carefully handed it to her.

Gan Xin took the letter, bypassed Su Quanquan next to him, came to sit down next to Su Hang, and then lowered his head and began to browse.

Gan Xin is the one who has the most confidence in a teenager, but he didn't expect it.

So fast......

Moreover, the first one sent was accepted.

The standard of manuscript used in those magazines is ...... Well, it's definitely not low, or he's amazing.

After being so firm, Gan Xin raised his head and handed the letter back to the young man who had already drunk half a bowl of chicken soup on the bed.

Su Hang took it, and when he saw Hong Aya's stunned appearance on the other side, he handed it over casually: "Na, take a look." ”

Hong Aya held it in front of her and read it word by word.

In the end, I didn't know much about the word 'Xu', and I recalled Su Quanquan's recitation just now, and remembered it as the word 'play' with the same sound.

I think it's good.

What about the green 'play'.

I also sing.

Moreover, I remembered again what the boy had just said, one or two hundred yuan.

And a small sigh.

The drama troupe hasn't paid its salary for a long time, and I can only eat rice.

A beautiful girl has an unfortunate life.

Seeing that the 'draft notice' was passed around, Lu Xiaomin remembered that the two of them still had jobs, said a few hellos, and did not forget to sweep his red notebook that was still on the bedside table, smiled at a certain teenager, and then pulled a colleague out of the ward.

Coming to the corridor, Lu Xiaomin lowered his voice: "Are you convinced?" ”

"The blind cat meets the dead mouse." Of course, Yao Ran was not convinced, but he couldn't help but whisper: "Look at him writing and writing all day long, there are more of them, and there will always be people who don't have long eyes to read the previous one." ”

"Hard-mouthed."

"Why is your mouth stiff," Yao Ran asked, "Have you heard of Qingxu magazine?" ”

"I haven't heard much of it."

The two of them said, came to another ward, and quickly divided the medicine, Yao Ran couldn't help but continue: "Anyway, it's just a small magazine, I've only heard of "Harvest" and "October". ”

Lu Xiaomin said: "You usually love to read so much, and you have the ability to write?" ”

"I ...... There was no time. ”

"Tsk, people hurt their heads, and they don't forget to write when they lie on the hospital bed," Lu Xiaomin shook his head: "Gap, gap." ”

Yao Ran, who was already slightly red, was a little annoyed: "Why don't you write?" ”

"I'm not a duck," Lu Xiaomin said, "I admit it, I don't have the ability." ”

Yao Ran: "......"

Lu Xiaomin also continued to mend the knife: "It's our month's salary casually." ”

Yao Ran: "......"

After Lu Xiaomin and Yao Ran left, because of a 'notice of drafting', the excitement had just begun.

After eating, He Fen and Gan Xin left, Su Quanquan was still in charge of keeping vigil, Hong Aya continued to stay, and stayed until it was dark, and someone came to visit.

It was my father's colleague at the fertilizer factory.

This is also a human convention.

When a colleague in the neighborhood has something to do at home, they usually have to find time to visit.

And that's just the first set.

More than a dozen representatives of men and women brought gifts, and a group of elders asked about Su Hang's injuries, and chatted with Su Quanquan about the problem of the fertilizer factory, and everyone was looking forward to it.

Then, very unintentionally, Su Quanquan mentioned the 'draft notice' that Su Hang had just received.

The fact that the Su family kid suddenly took the first place in the school of Heyuan No. 2 Middle School has been spread all around these days, and Su Hang has become a well-known 'other people's child'.

Unexpectedly, I came to visit today, and there was such a thing.

Notification of Manuscripts?

It's rare!

It's the first time you've heard of it.

The concept of everyone is the same as that of Su Hang's parents, and this kind of thing is that only noble cultural people can do this kind of thing when they submit articles to the magazine and are hired.

Unexpectedly, the children of workers in our fertilizer factory also became a great writer.

So it was another circulation.

A pat on the back.

Praise.

Envy.

More than a dozen people turned around several times, and even though everyone was very careful, the thin page of paper was still torn apart in the end.

Su Quanquan planned to collect this 'draft notice' like his son's award, and he was a little distressed when he saw that it was torn, but he was more proud.

Then, the next day, Su Hang was still in the Sanhe Hospital, but the news that he was recorded in the magazine spread quickly.

Hey!

The Su family boy not only learned better, but also became a great writer.

Say what the magazine is.

After submitting the manuscript, it was only a few days before I received a 'notice of use of the manuscript' from others, and it will be published next month.

It's amazing.

Moreover, there is also a manuscript fee.

What?

How much does it cost?

Top your monthly salary!

Tut!

So, not only the close Zhang Yi family heard the news at the same time, but on Wednesday night, the workers of the textile factory where my mother worked came to visit, and we didn't have a few words, and someone mentioned the 'draft notice' again to open their eyes.

The thin page of paper turned several times again.

Moreover, as the news spread, not only the neighborhood, but also the nearby Sanhe Hospital, whether it was the patient number of the nearby ward, or the doctors and nurses of the hospital, all knew that there was a little writer in the ward of their inpatient department, and they came to see it.

Xu Chengyao, who changed the medicine for Su Hang again during the period, read the 'draft notice' that had been left in the ward, and was envious, and said that he must educate his daughter with this education after he goes back.

Outrageous.

Especially compared with Suzhou and Hangzhou, I can't wait to beat it.

Su Hang could only mourn silently for a little girl who was about to be devastated by 'other people's children'.

Think about the recent ......

A lot of friends, we didn't mean it!

is so lively, the time spent in the hospital flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is July 15th.

Saturday.

On Tuesday morning, after sorting and transcribing, Su Hang sent out "The Flower Season is Like This", which was longer than before, and the final draft was completed with a word count of more than 12,300 words.

Su Hang felt that he had to control it.

Therefore, in the past few days, I have completed three more articles in a row, and the word count is about five or six thousand words.

Among them, "The Flower Season is Like This" is counted as last week's, this week, one more will be completed in these two days, and after it is cast on Sunday, it will still be a volume of four articles a week.

There was no departure from the original plan.

Of course, the total number of words will be a lot less, and the four articles in the new week are all five or six thousand, and the total is about 8,000 words less than the previous week. However, the total calculation of 24,000 words still exceeds the original 3,000 words per day plan.

On the other hand, it is inconvenient to be in the hospital, and Su and Hangzhou only completed all their summer vacation homework at the same time, cutting off the preview and reading tasks.

It is planned to be made up after discharge.

Lu Xiaomin has been more and more diligent in running Su Hang's ward these days, especially when she saw Su Hang transcribing the manuscript for sending with the amazing Liu Kai, at that moment, she was even a little moved.

But he also knows that he is not only older than him, but also not beautiful, and he is not competitive at all compared to the two who have always been by his side.

However, the two have also become very good friends.

Even if I know that the teenager will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, I have left various contact information in advance, and I will still have the opportunity to meet in the future.

Don't ask for more.

can make such a friend of the opposite sex who is good at studying, can write, and looks very handsome, and has an unlimited future in the future, Lu Xiaomin feels that the future will be ...... Even when you brag about your children, you can have more capital.

Yao Ran still can't get used to it.

Even if a guy is getting more and more popular throughout the hospital.

In private, Yao Ran also specially bought a copy of "Qingxu", and after reading it, he felt that if someone's manuscript could be hired, it would be better for a blind cat to meet a dead mouse.

Let's talk about one of them, "Earth Dog Kuroko".

Is it funny?

After dinner that day, I still delivered medicine to the various wards.

Holding the tray to the second floor, Lu Xiaomin glanced at his colleagues on the side: "People will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, are you still not satisfied?" ”

Yao Ran pouted: "That magazine is too ordinary." If you have the ability, let him hit another article. ”

"It's hard to say," Lu Xiaomin said: "In just this week, Su Hang has already mailed out four articles." ”

Yao Ran snorted: "Submitting such a manuscript is simply a hooligan, and it is just adding workload to other magazines." ”

Lu Xiaomin: "......"

It doesn't make sense.

Still from east to west, soon again came to a juvenile ward.

These days, no one else was accommodating in the ward, and there was still a teenager in the bed, and the three women around it.

Su Hang's father hasn't delivered food today.

When he entered the door, Su Hang was whispering to the tall girl on the left with a thin and small rough notebook, the red notebook given by Lu Xiaomin, counting on both sides, more than eighty pages, had been used up before.

Giving the potion to He Fen, Lu Xiaomin stepped forward familiarly and glanced at a certain notebook: "How do you use this?" ”

"Save some," Su Hang said truthfully, turned around and took the red notebook on the bedside: "Sister Xiaomin, give it, you said you wanted to leave a souvenir." ”

Lu Xiaomin took it, and there was a black pen hanging on it.

Just like the beginning.

However, the notebook was already full.

When I saw it for the first time a few days ago, Lu Xiaomin thought it was too sloppy, but when the teenager's 'draft notice' came, I would look at it again...... It feels different.

Those fonts, though scribbled, ...... It seems to be quite muscular.

So I took the initiative to ask if I could give it to myself again as a souvenir after it was used up and copied it.

Su Hang agreed to come down.

At that moment, handing the black pen back, Lu Xiaomin said, "This, you stay." ”

Su Hang didn't refuse, took it, nodded and smiled: "Thank you." ”

Lu Xiaomin opened it, looked at the dense font inside, thought for a while, and stepped forward again: "Write a paragraph for me, when it's a message, anything is fine, well, use your best italics." ”

"Okay."

Su Hang opened it, and the title page in front of him was still empty, and after a little consideration, he saw Yao Ran with a cold little face behind Lu Xiaomin, laughed, and said: "I remember that Sister Xiaomin mentioned that Sister Xiao Ran was reading "Norwegian Forest", and there is a sentence in it, which is given to you to commemorate our chance encounter in the vast sea of people. ”

As he spoke, he began to put pen to paper.

Lu Xiaomin poked his head and whispered: "Everyone has their own piece of forest, maybe we have never been there, but it has always been there, and it will always be there." Those who are lost are lost, and those who meet will meet again. ”

After the boy finished writing, Lu Xiaomin also finished reading.

Lu Xiaomin is not a literary young man, but looking at the beautiful font on the title page and this sentence, he inexplicably felt very touched, and said softly: "It's good." ”

As he spoke, he glanced to the side again.

Yao Ran was dumbfounded.

Lu Xiaomin was not very satisfied.

Why do you want to 'give it to us', a certain Nizi doesn't appreciate it, give me one, it's enough."

solemnly took back the notebook, said a few more words, and was about to leave, when the belated Su Quanquan entered the door again, handed the meal to his wife, and took out another envelope from his pocket with a smile on his face: "Xiao Hang, it's still yours." ”

Everyone suddenly stopped.

Or Su Hang opened the letter, scanned the content, and felt that it was not very real.

Two articles, two mediums!

That's an exaggeration.

After reading it, he handed it to his father.

Su Quanquan also read out again:

"Notification of Manuscripts."

"Comrade Su Hang: The manuscript "Countless Passing Years" was reviewed by our editorial department, and decided to be adopted, tentatively planned to be published in the 8th issue in 1995, please do not submit another issue, the journal will be sent a sample issue after publication, thank you for your support, welcome to submit again. Notice is hereby given. ”

"Zhengmao Magazine"

After reading this, Su Quanquan raised his head and smiled: "I know, this "Zhengmao" should be the Zhengmao of 'Flourishing', right?" ”

Su Hang nodded.

Then, everyone didn't know what to say for a while.

Hong Aya opened her mouth slightly.

Gan Xin looked at the young man steadily.

Su Quanquan is still intoxicated.

Both little nurses were a little blindsided.

It was He Fen who came back to his senses first and said worriedly: "Xiao Hang, let's ...... You won't encounter scams, will you? ”

How is that possible?

It's only been a few days!

Things were too smooth, Su Hang really thought about this possibility seriously, and then shook his head: "The two novels were the first to be sent last week, and it just so happened that the two magazines selected were also from the province, so they would receive the news so quickly." As for both of them being hired, maybe I was lucky. ”

As he spoke, he also remembered the third article "The Troubles of Young Liu Wei", which was sent to a magazine in the south before, and calculated the time distance, and now it may have just arrived.

I don't know if I can ......

Su Hang stopped in time, didn't dare to hope, and added: "Anyway, these two draft notices should be fine." ”

"No problem, no problem," He Fen muttered twice, and then thought of a key point: "Isn't this ...... Two months' salary? ”

Both are about 6,000 words.

Su Hang nodded: "Almost." ”

Don't compare with others, if you follow your mother's basic salary of 120 yuan, you will definitely be able to get it.

Lu Xiaomin listened on the sidelines, although he didn't doubt it, he still wanted to come here again and another 'draft notice', and only after reading it carefully could he confirm it.

"Masashige".

Still haven't heard of it.

Still, it's normal to think about the variety of newsstands you pass by every time.

Anyway......

It's all people's skills.

was still working, Lu Xiaomin didn't stay long, and pulled down Yao Ran, who was still a little dazed, again, and didn't forget to carefully hold the red notebook, and the two went out of someone's ward together.

In the subsequent delivery process, Lu Xiaomin found that Yao Ran was a little distracted.

You can only use your own heart.

If you send the wrong medicine, that's a big deal.

Finally done, back to the nurse's station on the first floor, Lu Xiaomin couldn't wait to talk to other colleagues about the interesting story just now.

It's only been a week.

Won two articles.

I'm afraid I'm really going to be a great writer.

As he spoke, he also showed off his more and more precious red notebook.

Future......

It's definitely monumental.

Everyone was lively for a while, and Lu Xiaomin found that Yao Ran, who had been sitting on the chair in a daze since he came back, stepped forward, thought about it and stopped speaking for Su Hang, subconsciously felt that there was no need to reverse the impression of the young man in the heart of a certain girl.

just patted his colleague and casually found a topic: "Yao Ran, do you want to drink water?" ”

Yao Ran raised his head, his eyes were red, and he looked at the red notebook that Lu Xiaomin was still holding in his hand, with longing in his eyes, and suddenly said without a head or a tail: "He...... Bullying. ”

Lu Xiaomin: "......"

Feeling Yao Ran's gaze, he subconsciously turned the notebook behind him.

I think it's funny.

Still speechless.

Lu Xiaomin suddenly understood a little, compared to this sister, Yao Ran's sister, Yao Lan, how was she 'bullied' by a certain guy.

This is called unreasonable!