With short hands, Sang Meixiang and the three of them didn't ask anything from Tang Yuewen's mouth.

Time flies, and a week passes in the blink of an eye.

It took a week for Jiang Yulou to not only get a thorough familiarity with the school environment. With Wei Guoping, a native of Yanjing, he took everyone to visit Yanjing City, which has not yet had the prosperity of an international metropolis in the future.

On this day, he went to Shuimu University again to meet Tang Yuewen.

The two of them didn't do anything, just held hands, walked around the campus, and then tasted the student meals at the university.

In the late 70s, the conditions in the cafeteria of Mizuki University were relatively difficult, and because there were too many students eating in the cafeteria, there was not enough space for oranges, so they had to eat standing up.

Of course, there are also those who don't want to eat standing up, so they go back to the dormitory to eat.

However, it is not yet the back-to-school season, and the number of students is small, so I am not afraid that there will be no seats in the cafeteria.

It's just that the taste of this student meal is really not flattering, and it can only be said that it can be eaten.

Back at school, the dormitory manager aunt stopped Jiang Yulou and handed him a large package, saying that it was sent from Shaanxi.

Jiang Yulou looked at the address, it was Yanhe Literary Society, and he couldn't figure out what was in it for a while.

"Thank you, Aunt Liu."

"Hehe, little things."

After thanking him, Jiang Yulou returned to the dormitory with the package.

As soon as he opened the door, he found that everyone in the dormitory was there.

Wei Guoping's eyes were sharp, and he said with a smile: "Hey, what is the fourth child holding in his arms, is it something delicious for us?" ”

"I don't know, it's a package from the Yanhe Literary Society." Jiang Yulou said bluntly.

Yu Min stopped reading anymore, closed the book and walked over: "From Yanhe Literature Society?" It has to be opened to open our eyes. ”

Xu Xiangdong was curious: "Such a big package, is it a magazine?" ”

Jiang Yulou saw that everyone was curious, so he didn't hide it, but opened the package in front of everyone.

"Oh, a lot of letters."

After opening the package, the envelopes inside were all scattered.

At a cursory glance, there are dozens of letters.

Among them, there is a blank piece of paper at the top of the letter. Jiang Yulou picked it up and looked at it and understood.

"These are all letters from readers that Yanhe received."

Xu Xiangdong didn't know why, and asked, "What did the reader send you a letter for?" ”

Jiang Yulou replied as a matter of course: "They are all readers who like the two poems I published, and they don't have my address, so they can only mail them to the magazine." ”

"Doesn't that mean that these dozens of people are your loyal readers?" Yu Min exclaimed.

Wei Guoping said with a smile: "It's more than enough to prove popular, if I become a poet in the future and have so many loyal readers, it's too late for me to be happy." ”

"Yes." Yu Min smirked and shook his head.

Jiang Yulou shook his head, "Hey, where is this, the real great writers, great poets, who don't have thousands of loyal readers?" ”

"That's pretty remarkable, okay." Xu Xiangdong looked at the scene in front of him with envy.

Such a showy thing, but unfortunately it has nothing to do with him.

In the seventies and eighties, it was normal for readers to read good articles in magazines and newspapers and write letters to the editorial office or publishing house.

Just like the fire book of online literature in later generations, there will be a lot of book reviews and chapter reviews under the novel, which is a truth.

Dozens of letters from readers seem like a lot, but in fact they are few.

You must know that the sixth issue of "Yanhe" has been reprinted many times, and a total of more than 200,000 copies have been sold.

Most of them were purchased because of Jiang Yulou's two love poems, and there are countless readers who like him.

In June and July, the Yanhe editorial office received hundreds of letters from all over the country every day.

Most of them were written to Jiang Yulou again.

What came to him had been carefully selected.

"Yulou, shall we help you take a look?"

"Just do it directly, Yulou is a big writer, leave this kind of rough work to us, don't be tired of him."

A few of them said as they moved the letter to the table.

"Yo roar, these letters are really everywhere, except for those in Shaanxi, as well as those in Yunguichuan. Tut-tut, even our loyal readers of Yan Kyoto have a jade building. Ha, too, who knew that Yulou had already gone to Yenching to go to university. ”

Wei Guoping looked through a few envelopes and said with a smile.

Yu Min is also curious, but he is honest, and he won't move without Jiang Yulou's consent.

"The readers of the Jade Mansion have been all over the place, you say, will there be a love letter courting him in it?" Xu Xiangdong picked up a letter and looked at everyone with strange eyes.

When Jiang Yulou heard this, his scalp was numb, which was really hard to say.

It's also that he doesn't know that the editorial office of these letters has been opened, otherwise there would be no such worry.

He hurriedly took the letter into his arms, "Private letters, please refuse to look at them." ”

"It's too stingy, can't you see?" Wei Guoping Road.

Jiang Yulou said: "What if a reader reveals his privacy in his heart? We have to keep it a secret for others, don't we? ”

"I think Yulou is right." Yu Min nodded.

Since the Lord did not agree, his curiosity faded.

Xu Xiangdong said again: "Do you read all these letters? ”

Reading such a large number of letters is not an easy task.

And the content of the letter is also unknown, Jiang Yulou is all in his heart.

After thinking for a moment, he decided, "I'm not just going to read it, I'm going to write back to the reader." ”

"Reply?" Wei Guoping didn't understand.

Jiang Yulou said proudly: "You don't understand this, I call it maintaining my own fan base." ”

"Fans? Food? ”

Not to mention Yu Min, even Wei Guoping and Xu Xiangdong understand this word.

Jiang Yulou explained: "Fans are the transliteration of English Fans. ”

"Oh!" The three of them suddenly realized.

Xu Xiangdong nodded: "This word is interesting. ”

Wei Guoping also praised: "That is funny! ”

"I see, I thought it was a new word." Yu Minhan smiled and scratched her head.

Fans are still very important to a writer, and if you have millions of loyal fans, you don't have to worry about it in this life.

Wei Guoping said: "Forget it, you can watch it alone, we won't bother." ”

Since it is such an important matter for Jiang Yulou, it is not appropriate for them to participate in the work.

In the evening, Jiang Yulou sat on the table and looked at the letters from readers one after another.

Thankfully, what worried him didn't come up.

Most readers expressed their reverence and admiration for him, and hoped that he would continue to work hard to bring more excellent works to the domestic poetry community.

After Jiang Yulou finished reading the content of the letter, he pondered the reply to the reader.

It's just that no matter how fast his hands are, if he writes with his heart, he can't write a few letters in a night.

What's more, the letter from the editorial department of Yanhe Literature has another mystery.