After a long pause, the tall and thin man who was full of anger came to his senses, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay, you said it too well." The senior of the rich and noble minister also nodded and said, "It's very powerful, are you a freshman in the Chinese department?" ”

I nodded yes, and the fat senior pointed to the thin senior and said, "Oh, he is Du Qing, the president of the Yuxin Literature Society, and also from your Chinese department." My name is Chen Yifan, I am from the Department of Philosophy, may I ask who this little brother is? ”

I fell into a momentary state of confusion. In my memory, the president of the Literary Club is obviously called Liu Yiwei, but this Du Qing really has no impression of him. After being stupid for a moment, I quickly said that my name is Zhou Xu, I am a freshman in the Chinese language and literature class of the Department of Chinese, I usually like to think crankily, and I don't care about what I say, I didn't expect that this time I would get an axe, I am really ashamed.

It sounds like the dialogue between us is very similar to the dialogue between masters in martial arts novels, Du Qing and Chen Yifan laughed when they heard my lines, Du Qing said This little brother is very interesting, Yuxin welcomes you to join.

The next thing is to talk and laugh, and I am also a person who does not care about the importance of things, so I can only try to give up the doubts in my heart, anyway, this kind of situation has happened many times before. From the moment Jin Puguang appeared, I should have clearly understood that the development of events will never develop like the pattern I know in my memory, and it will be impossible to follow the known trajectory in the next twenty years. Whether it's Puguang, Li Yun, Hong Tao, Bao Lina, Xiao Xuan, or even Cai Xiaohong, who appeared out of nowhere, they are not what I remember, or they all exceeded my expectations.

So I had to let go of the burden in my heart, and soon got together with Du Qing and them, Du Qing didn't talk big or small, there was no old-timer frame at all, and sometimes he would laugh silly, perhaps, people who love literature have a pure heart, it's really good.

Chen Yifan is the magazine editor in the literary club, from a certain point of view, he is more mature and business-minded than Du Qing, that may be because the magazine is short of money every year, and he has to solve the problem of publishing funds.

Li Yun now looks at me with a little admiration, while Cai Xiaohong shrank in the corner silently, Jin Puguang sat beside her, but he only talked to others, and did not talk to Cai Xiaohong.

Soon the party officially began, Du Qing and Chen Yifan both spoke, and then a certain teacher spoke, it is said that the teacher is the director of the club center, anyway, what he said was some empty words such as enriching extracurricular life and improving literary accomplishment. Then the editor of a publishing house came to speak, talking about the trend of literary writing, and finally Du Qing announced that the 5th Yuxin Literature Grand Prix had started in an all-round way, divided into three parts: poetry, fiction and essays, this time the difference was the addition of a special award for literary rookies, as well as rich prizes. The so-called rich prizes are actually several hardcover editions of the book, which is probably sponsored by the publishing house.

According to the plan, the announcement of this award will be held in the middle of next month, and before that, because Du Qing and Chen Yifan are already senior students, they have already found internship units this semester, and the internship work will be busy, plus many members of the board of directors of the literary society are facing the double pressure of the last academic year of study and internship, so the board of directors will be re-elected in the near future, and a new president and editorial department of the journal may even be elected. And all these show that the literary society urgently needs metabolism and needs the replenishment of fresh blood.

Both Du Qing and Chen Yifan called on the new students to actively participate in club activities, integrate into the club as soon as possible and take on greater responsibilities.

After the party, Du Qing stopped me and invited me to come to his bedroom tomorrow to have a chat, and he would also look for my works to see.

On the way back to the dormitory, the light bulb of Puguang disappeared completely, and on the quiet boulevard, only Li Yun and I walked side by side silently. From the regimental headquarters to the central garden, there is a path that bypasses a rockery, and the sycamores on both sides of the path exude the unique smell of summer, making the atmosphere more gentle and ambiguous. The dim street lamps cast light and shadow on the concrete floor, and in the gloom, Li Yun, who was wearing a snow-white dress, was obviously as elegant and beautiful as a dream.

I suddenly put my arms around her waist and held my face sideways close to hers, so close that I could smell the faint sweet smell of fat powder on her face. Then I whispered in her ear, "Li Yun, did you steal one of my manuscript papers just now?" ”

Li Yun gasped nervously and said, "You saw it? ”

"Well, I saw you fold a piece of manuscript paper and put it in your own bag while reading the manuscript in my bed."

"So, why are you saying it now?"

"I don't know. Because I don't think that poem is well written, and besides, that poem is not written for you. ”

Perhaps my words were too heartless, and Li Yun's face was covered with deep disappointment and hatred. She jerked herself out of my arms and said to me loudly, "What do you want to tell me? What do you think I'm thinking? You're too self-conscious!"

With that, she took out the manuscript paper from the bag she was carrying and shoved it into my hand vigorously. Under the street lamp, I saw that her eyes were already red, and she was leaning against the pole of the street lamp, her head hanging down, and her long beautiful hair was scattered over her shoulders.

"I'm sorry." I said, "I'm sorry, I'm just wondering why you're doing such weird things, I don't mean anything else." ”

Li Yun was silent for a while, calmed down her emotions a little, and then said: "I like that poem very much, I want to copy it, and then submit it to the literary club as an entry tomorrow." I don't want you to know that I like this poem, and I thought that if you handed over all your works to the Literary Club today, you wouldn't notice that one of them was missing. I'm a weirdo, am I? Weird girl, isn't it? ”

She lowered her face, with beautiful tears in her eyes, and said, "Am I going to make you feel a little nervous?" ”

I hugged her as gently as I could, and said to her as gently as I could, "No, you're not a nervous disorder, I'm a nervous problem." I shouldn't have brought it up at all, for the sake of this boring piece of paper. ”

"No," Li Yun said, "no, this poem is really, really good, and maybe it will win an award." Tomorrow I will give it to the Literary Society as an entry. ”

I smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll give it to you now." ”

I put the manuscript of that poem, a poem called "Dust", into Li Yun's hands. Then I kissed her on the forehead, very lightly, like a summer breeze gently brushing the branches of a rose.