To be honest, Cai Xiaohong's novel is relatively ordinary, the plot structure is naïve and simple, lacks tension, and there is not much room for imagination, which belongs to the category of poor readability, about a tragedy in her hometown, related to an arranged marriage.

To be honest, it's almost the 90s, and arranged marriages are a fantasy for me. But the longing and persistence for love she reveals in the novel, as well as the delicate and extreme way of description, are very moving. I noticed the soft but resolute emotions contained in the novel, very sincere, and it can even be said that there is a great strong spirit of rebellion against fate and injustice in the work, and the fact that this girl can write such a powerful novel seems to show that she is not as weak as she appears on the outside.

When Xiaohong asked me how I felt after reading it, I honestly told her about my feelings and told her that I thought it was a very good novel, and I thought she was a great girl.

Cai Xiaohong was silent for a long time after listening, her lips moved a few times, and she wanted to say something but didn't say it in the end. She finally smiled and thanked me politely for the third time, and walked away with the copy and manuscript in hand. When she turned away, I noticed something shiny in her eyes.

Could it be that tears are not enough?

As soon as dinner was finished in the afternoon, Li Yun came directly to our dormitory, which was the first time that a girl ran to the boys' dormitory in the class two days after entering the school, so it attracted many boys in the class. Li Yun greeted everyone generously as if she was fine, sat down on my bed with a big grin, and asked me to pour her a glass of water to drink.

I took out the ceramic cup that my mother had prepared for VIPs (such as my mother and father) and poured a cup of boiling water, and I didn't put tea leaves (I don't have tea at all), and then I asked her if she wanted to have some more melon seeds?

Li Yun first laughed, and then glared: "I'm not here to have a tea party, oh, so you made fun of me!" I said is your work ready? ”

I just think it's strange why Li Yun's temperament is becoming more and more like Liu Lili. I hurriedly replied, "I'm ready, come, raise your buttocks a little and make room for me, and I'll show you it." ”

Li Yun stared at me stupidly for a long time without moving, and I whispered in a depressed voice: "I said Miss, do you want to move your ass to a position?" ”

Only then did Li Yun come back to her senses and move to the inside of my bed again. I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the drawer, and pulled out a large mess of colorful stationery. "Well, it's all here."

Those are really a collection of works I wrote when I was poor and bored in high school, most of them are poems, basically hazy poems that I can't understand myself, and only two or three are prose, describing a hazy early love complex in junior high school, as for the object of early love, I can't remember what she looks like.

Li Yun just sat on my bed, leaning her head against the wall on the inside of the bed, slowly looking through my disorganized works, without a single comment, without laughing wildly, which seemed to me to be a face-saving thing. Then I felt at least three murderous eyes in the dormitory, and I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Only Jin Puguang seemed to have no heart and no lungs and no feelings, and ran to my side and patted me on the shoulder and smiled: "You guys go to the literary club, take me with you, I also like to write something." I also saw the poster at the entrance of the cafeteria this afternoon, by the way, to show you my work. ”

With that, he went to rummage through the drawers. Puguang actually turned out a small notebook, and according to him, all the things he wrote were in the small notebook. I told him, if you turn it in, you won't have a draft. Puguang asked me, what should I do with those works? Do you want to leave a manuscript? I laughed and said: "What kind of manuscript to keep, all of them are handed over to the competition, maybe you can win a prize or something, at that time, wouldn't it be better to leave only the award-winning products?" ”

At seven o'clock in the evening, the three of us, including me, Jin Puguang and Li Yun, went to the school's Communist Youth League Department to participate in the welcome party of the school's literature club. The name of the literary club is Yuxin Literary Society, and the soil is incredible. Along the way, Jin Puguang chattered endlessly, and he didn't see that Li Yun had frost on his face at all. Obviously, his role as a light bulb is something he doesn't even realize it is.

While I was talking to Puguang, my eyes were not idle, and I looked around at the girls who were all over the campus after dinner.

When I arrived at the regiment headquarters, I found that this was an old house with great historical value, so old that its safety factor was worrying. There is a large conference room in the house, and there are older generation literary young people at the door who are busy handling the sign-in of freshmen, and after filling in the sign-in form, they will sign their works and hand them over to another place, and there is a special person receiving the manuscripts, which is very much like a star signing party.

Li Yun's beautiful and tall figure obviously attracted the attention of some elegant literary youth, and many eyes were on her, and at the same time on me, who was next to her, of course, basically with contempt and dissatisfaction.

Li Yun and I hurriedly finished handing in the manuscript and walked into the conference room, while Puguang suddenly realized that the color of his light bulb was too strong, so he flashed to the side to listen to the talk of the older generation of literary youth. As soon as I raised my eyes, I suddenly found Cai Xiaohong standing not far from the door, looking at me hesitantly. Obviously, she has seen the picture of me and Li Yun going in and out.

I walked up to greet her. "Hey, brother, you're here early."

Cai Xiaohong squeezed out a strange smile, twisted her fingers and said nervously: "Fortunately, I'm afraid I'll be late, so I'll come directly after eating." You, with you, friends, came together? ”

She stuttered again, the tall and beautiful Li Yun is indeed lethal to anyone, whether it is a boy or a girl.

I said, "Well, this is my classmate, Li Yun, and the talented girl in our class." ”

Li Yun smiled brightly and nodded to Cai Xiaohong, obviously she was still very satisfied with the introduction I had just made.

Cai Xiaohong was electrocuted by her charming smile, became even more nervous, and lowered her head. Li Yun asked me, "This is your friend, introduce me." "Her voice is so beautiful that it makes so many people feel so soft, but I've heard it many times, and I don't feel it. I smiled and introduced: "This is my good friend, I just met this afternoon, her name is Cai Xiaohong, and she writes great novels!"

I especially emphasized the word "good friend", which made Li Yun hum very unhappily. Cai Xiaohong took out a handful of change from her pocket and gave it to me, "This, this is the two dollars and two cents you borrowed from me, thank you." ”

I smiled and accepted it, although the amount was extremely small, but I instinctively thought that if I didn't take it soon, Cai Xiaohong would be even more nervous.

Li Yun's face was frosty again, and she looked at me suspiciously. I ignored her and sat down on my own, listening to the heated discussion between two old-timers not far away.

The two seniors, one is tall and thin, with a delicate face, and is very chic with glasses, while the other is white and fat, and he looks very rich. At the heart of their discussion was whether modern poetry was in decline.

In my time twenty years later, this is a question that does not need to be discussed, because in reality poetry has indeed disappeared into the vulgar way, or is just a tool for self-amusement, and it is no longer possible to inspire people's love and resonance.

And the thin white-clothed Xiucai obviously hated the word "decline", and he kept emphasizing that the beauty and breadth of poetry are not blocked by the worldly material life, and poetry is immortal, even if it reaches the point where everyone misunderstands and everyone abandons it, it only needs a ray of sunshine to revive it, or rather, it has always been in people's hearts, as long as the medium and opportunity to inspire have not yet come.

I couldn't help but be amazed by what he said, and I liked what he said, and he had a very stoic attitude. The fat white scholar shook his head and said, "In this way, you also admit that people no longer like poetry, and even everyone has rejected it?" Isn't that the decline? ”

I couldn't help but interject: "I'm sorry, this classmate, I think the reason why poetry can survive forever is precisely because human beings have the spirit of self-liberation and longing for freedom, and the form of poetry may change, but free will does not." When it comes to decline, it's better to say that it's a temporary hibernation, or just forbearance. Decline is an illusion, and the number of people who really love poetry or write poetry will not decrease, not that poetry is not popular or fashionable now, but that it is in decline. Poetry is not meant to present its own value and decency through showing off its might. ”

I told all the defenses I had made in the face of the embarrassment of the last twenty years of poetry, and I was so excited that I forgot that I was still a freshman, and it seemed impolite. The two seniors were instantly stunned, and Li Yun and Cai Xiaohong beside them were also stunned. I said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, two seniors, I'm a freshman, I couldn't help but talk nonsense just now, I'm really embarrassed." ”