After Jiang Yulou returned to school, he did not publicize the fact that his novel was about to be published in an American magazine.

The main reason is that he writes science fiction short stories, and science fiction novels are not mainstream in China, even if they are said, there is a high probability that there will be no waves.

Only this remuneration is a surprise.

After all, he didn't expect that a short story could get a salary of 600 US dollars. What I didn't expect was that Olivia's vast powers made his remuneration increase fivefold after being converted into RMB.

"The money for the renovation has come out." Jiang Yulou thought beautifully.

With the help of Wei Guoping, the construction team for the renovation has also been settled.

When the master of the construction team drew the drawings according to Jiang Yulou's requirements, he read them again, there was no problem, and he signed a contract with the other party on the spot.

"I'm going back to my hometown after the exam, and I'll ask you to help watch the decoration of the house here."

"Don't worry, when you come back, the house has been renovated, and the package will satisfy you."

Jiang Yulou has nothing to worry about, this era is much simpler than later generations. Moreover, the final payment will only be paid when he is satisfied with the acceptance after the end of his winter vacation.

And in addition to Wei Guoping, Tang Yuewen will come over to take a look when she has time.

After a few days, the final exams began.

Before the exam, Jiang Yulou used his skills to review, and after the exam results came out, his grades were not bad. Not to mention top-notch, it is also a mid-stream achievement.

No matter what others think, he himself is extremely satisfied.

After saying goodbye to the teacher, classmates, Jessica, and Olivia, Jiang Yulou and Tang Yuewen came to the train station together.

Tang Yuewen didn't want to go back to her hometown, but to personally send Jiang Yulou to the car.

In the early morning, the sun has just sprinkled on the square of the railway station, and the cold wind is still cold, but the glimmer of the morning light can bring a trace of warmth.

A young couple, Tang Yuewen wore an army-green cotton coat, and Jiang Yulou wore a relatively simple one. If it weren't for the luggage he had in his hand, it wouldn't have looked like he was taking the train home.

The two stood opposite each other, and the girl's hands held Jiang Yulou's hand tightly.

The roar of the wheels came from afar, like an irresistible god of fate chanting in a low voice. The train that headed into the distance slowly drove into the station, its body shimmering in the sunlight with a cold and hard metallic sheen, as if telling the ruthlessness of parting.

Tang Yuewen stared at Jiang Yulou's eyes tightly, her eyes were full of deep attachment and reluctance.

Jiang Yulou's eyes looked firm, although he also had a little sadness, but he was more free and easy.

He just went home for the New Year, and it wasn't that he didn't come back, and he didn't want to make it like life and death.

It's just a sad emotion, or it spreads between the two.

"Yuewen, I'm going to get in the car, it's cold, go back quickly." Jiang Yulou said softly, his voice with a hint of hoarseness.

Tang Yuewen didn't answer, just looked at him silently, with a little tears in the corners of her eyes. Then, suddenly, she hugged the boy tightly, and her tears slipped down the boy's shoulder.

"Remember to write to me, think about me every day." Tang Yuewen choked up and said.

If she could, she would like to be by her sweetheart's side and go back to her hometown with him.

But...... She couldn't.

"Reliving my life, why am I sentimental?" Jiang Yulou's eyes were also a little moist, and he laughed at himself in his heart.

He sighed, patted the girl lightly on the back, and whispered, "I will, I'll be back as soon as possible." ”

Then, under the girl's reluctant gaze, he got into the car.

Until he sat by the window, he saw the girl still stubbornly standing on the cold wind station. His heart suddenly ached, and he wanted to rush out of the train desperately.

Just as he was about to say something, the train slowly pulled away from the station, and the girl's body swayed as the train moved forward.

"Go back, go back, Yuewen!"

Jiang Yulou waved his hand anxiously, he knew that Tang Yuewen couldn't hear what he was saying at this time, but he did it uncontrollably.

Tang Yuewen watched Jiang Yulou's face slowly disappear from sight, and finally couldn't help but shout loudly: "Jiang Yulou, I love you!" ”

The train disappeared into the distance, and the girl's tears fell like beads with broken threads. She stood there, looking into the distance, until the shadow of the train disappeared completely, and then slowly turned away.

The morning sun shone on her body, but it couldn't dispel her lonely heart.

Tang Yuewen walked home alone, her heart was empty, as if she had lost something precious. Her back looked lonely and thin in the morning light.

The train was fast, but it was no faster than his eagerness.

After being away from home for a few months, I don't know how my parents are doing, whether my eldest brother has taken good care of the old couple, whether the money left for the family is enough to spend, etc......

"Mom, Dad, big brother, you must be well......" Jiang Yulou prayed silently in his heart.

Two days later, in the early morning, the sun shines softly through the clouds on a winding country road. In the distance, a young man was sitting on an ox cart and chatting with the driver.

This young man is back in Jiang Yulou in Shaanxi.

"Uncle Shi, how is the harvest in the village this year?"

"That's it, it's better than in previous years, but it's not profitable."

"Now that the country's economy is better, the villagers will get better and better in the future."

"Hey, we're old and don't want any of that. I only hope that our children can go out of the village in the future, like Lou Wa, to study in the big city and see the world. ”

Jiang Yulou was silent, this is the most simple feeling of the people at the bottom of our country.

They don't have many extravagances, and even if they do, they hope that their children can live well.

"There's going to be a chance." Jiang Yulou replied firmly.

"Lou Wa, are you talking to Yanjing, have you seen Tiananmen Square, have you ever been to ......?"

After several days on the train, two more reverses, and today, he is finally back.

After arriving in the village, Jiang Yulou wanted to give Uncle Shi the money for the car, but Uncle Shi insisted on refusing to accept it, so he could only give up.

Soon, the news of Jiang Yulou's arrival spread like the wind in the village, and people flocked to the path from all directions, preparing for the celebration of the return of the only university student and great writer in the village.

At first, the activity was spontaneous, and then the village cadres saw that it was not good, so the village simply took the lead in making it bigger.

The event is getting grander and grander.

So, at the invitation of the village cadres and the request of his parents, Jiang Yulou didn't care about saying a few more words to his family, and hurried to participate in the event.

When Jiang Yulou appeared in the village square, the crowd of onlookers erupted in cheers and applause. The villagers threw colorful brocade balls at him, and the flower balls flew in the sky like blooming flowers.

Jiang Yulou smiled and accepted the blessings of the villagers, and he felt a deep warmth and touch.

On the square, the village chief solemnly awarded Jiang Yulou a red pennant with a gold edge, and the pennant was embroidered with the words "the first writer of Shanghe Village".

This is the pride of Shanghe Village people, and it is also an honor for him personally.

In the center of the square, the village party secretary held a loudspeaker, and his voice echoed in the crowd: "Comrade Jiang Yulou, you are the pride of our Shanghe Village, and I hope you will study well in Yanjing and become an excellent writer after graduation." ”

"Thank you, thank you." Jiang Yulou bowed deeply to the crowd.

On that hot afternoon, the drums of the village shook the sky, and the sound of laughter echoed around every corner. Jiang Yulou stood in the square, looking at those familiar faces, his heart was full of gratitude and emotion.

He knows that his success does not only belong to himself, but also to Shanghe Village, the place where he was born and raised, and to everyone who supports and cares about him.