I can ignore the karaoke for the time being, but the editing of the journal can not be delayed. I spent several days in the process of soliciting papers, meeting authors for revision, and reviewing.

Since Bao Lina's resignation, I suddenly have an indescribable attachment and sense of responsibility to Yuxin Literature Society, thinking of the time I went through with Bao Lina for the Yuxin Society, there are some sweet feelings in my heart, and I can't help but smile on my face when I recall it.

While I was reviewing the novels and poems, and looking at the prose that was sad about the new poems, I would think of Lina crouching on the ground and carefully packing up the manuscripts of the literary society. I know that she is in love with the Literary Society, and to be honest, I even have an urge to see her again, to have another drink with her, to fight again, and to talk nonsense again.

But none of this is likely. Bao Lina disappeared, and even in the big classes of the journalism department and the Chinese department, she was rarely seen, and even if she did, she came and went in a hurry, never had a chance to say a word.

Li Yun has always been by my side, and sometimes when I am tired of reviewing the manuscript, she will tell me jokes and help me proofread the manuscript together. Li Yun is obviously not a joke, she is different from Bao Lina, Bao Lina may tell some bad jokes, but Li Yun is not very good at telling any kind of jokes, because every time she finishes a joke and laughs to herself, I am still looking at her suspiciously, wondering what is in her joke that is worthy of her laughing like this. There have been so many times like this that even Li Yun doesn't think it's funny, and I suspect that something is wrong with my laughter.

Fortunately, I have Cai Xiaohong and Jin Puguang, they helped me share most of the operation of the bookstore, and Li Yun also went to help from time to time, and the busy days were also a hope.

A week before the final exam, after a painful toss, the 92-year journal of Yuxin Literature Club finally fell to the ground. All the works, including the second half of Cai Xiaohong's novel, are satisfying to me. According to the unanimous evaluation of Mr. Chen Qiang, Secretary He, and Comrade Lao Hu, the head teacher of this class, this journal may be the most neat quality of works since the establishment of Yuxin Literature Society. In other words, there is no work that stands out from the crowd, and there is no indiscriminate product, and the overall is very average.

I let out a sigh of relief, thinking that this last task was done, and that it was time for me to quit next semester. According to my opinion, Dong Chunlei, who has performed well in the editorship of the journal, can take my place and become the new editor-in-chief. But that's a story for later, and what matters now is how to deal with the ancient Chinese exam.

After Li Yun borrowed me a bunch of class notes for me to read, she herself played missing, leaving early and returning late for several days. Jin Puguang said that once after dinner, he saw Li Yun riding her bicycle out of the school gate in a hurry, and when the study room was about to close, he did not see Li Yun return.

I'm also a little suspicious, I'm about to end the exam, and Li Yun, the wayward eldest lady, doesn't know what tricks I'm playing.

At the beginning of July, the red sun was scorching, and the continuous high temperature weather made people feel impatient, which affected the performance of many students, but I entrusted Li Yun with the blessing of those notes, and I insisted on taking the ancient Chinese test to 70 points, and the progress was not small.

That afternoon, I received a letter from Shengzhou, and I don't remember any other friends I had in Shengzhou. However, after opening the letter, I remembered that it was a letter from Du Qing. He was assigned to Shengzhou as a radio reporter, and in the past year, he has worked smoothly in Shengzhou, and has become the editor-in-chief reporter of a certain column, but in a small place like Shengzhou, it is difficult to find friends who can talk about poetry and literature together. He misses the years in the Yuxin Literature Club very much, and the pleasure of drinking and writing poems with the members of the club is gone after work.

Du Qing asked me what the current situation of the literary club is, whether it has been published in the journal, how is Bao Lina now, and how am I. It can be seen that the former president misses us from the bottom of his heart. A few days ago, he met Chen Yifan and chatted about his college days together, sighing a lot. He said that one of his proudest and proudest moments was when he saw me and Bao Lina excavated and let us edit a pure literary magazine that he was extremely proud of.

After talking to Chen Yifan, he and Yifan both wanted to have another glass of wine with us and discuss a palindrome together. So he hopes that during the summer vacation, if we have time, he will invite us to Shengzhou to play and watch the sunrise over Yanxi together. In the letter he also wrote down his contact number, saying that he would call him before he came, and he would pick us up at the station.

The "we" mentioned in his letter naturally refers to me and Bao Lina, which made my heart move slightly. Indeed, the strongest bond between me and Bao Lina is the Literary Society, and we came to the Literary Society with the same strong literary dream and sincerely cooperated in running the journal. Now that Bao Lina has resigned, she has quit the literary club, and the bond between us has been broken. Can the broken connection be reconnected? Or in other words, is it still necessary?

I put the letter away and hesitated for a long time, not knowing whether to go to Bao Lina before the start of this summer vacation, or at least to convey Du Qing's wishes to her.

was about to make up his mind not to be afraid of sacrifice, and ran downstairs to find Bao Lina, but he didn't expect Li Yun to find the door again.

I saw Li Yun wearing a snow-white princess gauze dress, full of joy, and ran into my bedroom with a staggering face. Poor Jin Puguang was changing clothes shirtless, and when he was caught off guard, he was hit by Li Yun, he immediately made a decision, and slipped into the tent with a red face.

Li Yun also blushed with shame, stuck out her tongue mischievously, I shaved her face and said, "You won't knock on the door and come in again, it's rude, don't be ashamed." ”

Li Yun said to me shyly and carefully: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I was in a hurry just now and forgot to knock on the door." ”

I said, are you looking for me in a hurry?

Li Yun couldn't hold back her excitement and said to me, "Are you free now?" Come out with me, okay? ”

As he spoke, he took me by the hand and dragged me to the door.

I said I'm still dragging slippers, what's the matter, I'm just going to take a nap.

Li Yun pouted and said cutely: "Oh, what are you sleeping, you lazy pig, put on your shoes and go out with me." ”

As soon as she was delicate, my hair stood on end, so I had to hurriedly put on my shoes and was dragged out of the door by her.