"Oh, so Yueyue's story is really going to be in the newspaper?"

"When are you going to be on it? Next Monday, that's going to be soon. ”

"There is also going to be a great writer in our village!"

"That's right, it's too much for our village to give face. Yueyue, my aunt will make dumplings to eat tonight, and I will send you a bowl of it when the time comes. ”

Under Yao Rong's propaganda, everyone in the village knew that Jiang Fanyue's article would appear in the "Changjin Weekly" next Monday.

Jiang Fanyue was embarrassed by their praise, and hid behind Yao Rong to eat, but her ears couldn't help but prick up, listening to Yao Rong and the people in the village continue: "The editor also said in the letter that their publishing house will open a "Fairy Tale Monthly" in the near future, and if Yueyue writes other works, she can directly submit articles to "Fairy Tale Monthly". ”

"What, can you still be in the newspaper?"

Even though Jiang Fanyue said that her second work had not yet been written, everyone was still shocked.

Obediently, at such a young age, you have the opportunity to be in the newspaper one after another, and you will have it when you grow up?

"Yueyue, when the newspaper comes out next Monday, you can read the story you wrote to us, so that the uncle can see it for a long time."

"Yes, and our skinny boy, I have to let him learn from you."

"The editors of the publishing house are all cultural people, and they have a good eye, and they will definitely like your second work."

Some people feel pressured to bear the expectations of others.

But Jiang Fanyue will not be at all.

Children who have never been expected to suddenly get the blessing of so many people will only be full of motivation and can't wait to finish "Wishing Mirror" the next day.

Of course, this is very unrealistic.

Jiang Fanyue wrote for several days, and only wrote the first few thousand words.

Unlike the short story "Grandpa Big Tree", "Wishing Mirror" is a novella, mainly composed of six short stories.

The protagonists of each story have different life experiences, and what is the same is that they are all disgusted with something they have and wonder in their hearts: would my life be better without it?

Then one day, they came across the wishing mirror and, through it, discarded the thing......

At night, Jiang Fanyue buried herself in writing articles, and Yao Rong wore cotton clothes, sitting opposite her and reading the outline she wrote.

If "Grandpa Big Tree" is about the last goodbye of his life, then "Wishing Mirror" is about how to accept oneself and how to reconcile with oneself.

Leave this question to the adults to answer, and the adults may have to talk about it for a long time.

Leave it to the child to answer, but it's just right.

Because children's thinking is even more imaginative.

Because the child understands the child better.

"It's time to go to bed." Yao Rong urged Jiang Fanyue.

"Wait until I'm done writing this."

Jiang Fanyue's pen tip did not stop, and it was not until she wrote a full stop at the end of this paragraph that she put down her pen and ran outside the house to wash.

After washing, Jiang Fanyue just wanted to extinguish the kerosene lamp, and Yao Rong handed over a box of moisturizer and a box of lip balm.

She bought it in the city in the morning, and the texture is perfect for children.

"The weather is getting colder and colder, so remember to rub a little bit on your hands and face every day to prevent your skin from drying out."

Jiang Fanyue happily took it, unscrewed the cap, and a fresh fragrance came to her nose.

"I saw Rui Rui and Miao Miao use it last time. They had a slippery face when they were done. ”

Jiang Fanyue wiped some with her hands and applied them to her face, with some novelty in her eyes.

This was her first time using moisturizer.

"It's really slippery after painting." Jiang Fanyue handed the moisturizer to Yao Rong, "Mom also uses it." ”

Yao Rong took out his moisturizer and wiped it with Jiang Fanyue: "I also have a bottle." ”

Jiang Fanyue took out the remittance slip from her pocket and wanted to hand over the manuscript fee she earned to Yao Rong.

Yao Rong didn't answer, and asked her to keep it herself: "I'll open a bank account for you, and your manuscript fees will be stored in it in the future, and you can use the money within 20 yuan at your disposal, and if you exceed 20 yuan, you have to tell me before using it." What do you think? ”

Jiang Fanyue is not an ordinary child.

She is more sensitive and sensible than her peers.

Yao Rong is not afraid of her being extravagant, but hopes to cultivate her consumption concept and financial awareness.

Jiang Fanyue thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay." ”

She used to be full of urgency to make money, because she hoped that she could subsidize her family as soon as possible so that her family's living conditions could be improved.

Now, the living conditions of the family are gradually improving, and there is no shortage of her manuscript fees at home.

Since her mother was unwilling to accept the twenty yuan, she used it to buy a gift for her mother.

Jiang Fanyue was thinking about what to give Yao Rong, and Yao Rong on the side said again: "Yueyue, are you ready to start school?" "Autumn break is the longest holiday of the year, with 50 days.

In the past fifty days, Yao Rong's business has slowly been on the right track, and it is time for Jiang Fanyue to return to campus life.

"School starts next Monday. I'm already reviewing last semester's textbooks. ”

Yao Rong said: "Then we will go to the city tomorrow to open a bank account for you, and it just so happens that the factory also needs to open one." ”

The bank selected by Yao Rong is the largest state-owned bank in the city.

It's just that compared to 30 years later, the bank is not bustling, and the number of staff is even more than the number of customers who come to save.

I heard that Yao Rong came to help the factory open an account, and the bank teller entertained her very warmly.

After opening the account, Yao Rong and Jiang Fanyue went to the post office again to exchange the remittance slip of twenty yuan.

After getting the money, Jiang Fanyue said happily: "Mom, I invite you to lunch." ”

"Then you're welcome."

Jiang Fanyue waved her hand, very bold: "Don't be polite to me." ”

took Yao Rong to a nearby restaurant and ordered two meat dishes and a soup.

After settling the account, Jiang Fanyue still had twelve yuan left in her hand, and she pinched the money and asked Yao Rong to stay in the restaurant and wait for her for a while.

Yao Rong asked, "Can you come back within half an hour?" ”

"Yes."

"Then go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

With Yao Rong's permission, Jiang Fanyue pinched the money and left, walked towards the department store not far away, went straight to a store that sold combs, and said to the salesperson: "Hello sister, I want to buy a comb for my mother, but I only have twelve yuan left in my hand, can you please ask my sister to recommend it for me?" ”

As soon as she came up, she finished talking about her needs, and the salesperson directly recommended two eligible products to her.

Jiang Fanyue chose a wood-colored comb and asked the salesperson to help her wrap it.

Carrying the packaged comb, Jiang Fanyue returned to the small restaurant and gave the gift to Yao Rong: "Mom's comb teeth have been broken, just replace them with new ones." ”

Yao Rong held the gift with a faint smile on his face.

She found that many times, children know how to express love better than adults.

They will silently observe adults, and then suddenly surprise adults when they are not even aware of them.

Time flashed, and it was the day of school.

Jiang Fanyue got up early and boiled an egg for herself.

After eating the eggs, she returned to the house and found that Yao Rong had woken up and was standing by the bed to help her match her clothes.

"Mom, did I wake you up?" Jiang Fanyue asked.

"No, I'm usually up at this point." Yao Rong pointed to the clothes on the bed, "Wear this today, spirit." ”

The clothes that Yao Rong helped Jiang Fanyue choose were new styles from the south.

The padded coat was off-white with a plush ring sewn on the wide brim, and the trousers were black with a plush plush on the hem.

Even the head rope used by Jiang Fanyue to tie her hair is decorated with plush.

Jiang Fanyue changed her clothes, stood in front of the only mirror in the room, and looked left and right: "I look so warm." ”

Yao Rong laughed: "It obviously looks cute." He handed her the new bag he had sewn, "Let's go to school." ”

Jiang Fanyue put on her schoolbag, ran out briskly, and when she reached the door, she turned around and waved at her vigorously: "Goodbye, Mom, remember to help me buy a copy of Changjin Weekly." ”

The wind was cold, and the glimmer of the morning shimmered through the dust and fell on her long, soft hair, as if coated with a layer of streamer at the ends of her hair.

At this moment, she is like a budding Gesang flower, taking root and sprouting from the cold of the plateau, growing unyielding under the scorching sun and wind, tenacious and tenacious, beautiful and pure, turning all setbacks into nourishment for growth, just to bloom the most brilliant flowers one day.

The morning self-study at Jixiang Middle School starts at 8 o'clock.

Around 7:40, most of the students living in the town arrived at school.

There are a total of 29 students in the first class, and only a few live in the town.

Yao Liangcai is one of them.

When these people arrived in the classroom, they did not start to read and study, but gathered together to chat.

Several of them have only been classmates for half a semester, and there are not many common topics, chatting and chatting, the topic turned to Jiang Fanyue.

They hadn't seen Jiang Fanyue for more than a month, and what they talked about over and over again was Jiang Fanyue's past.

What writes strange stories, looks at people with weird eyes, slumps her back all day long, picks up garbage for a dime or two, even if others gossip about her in front of her, she doesn't know how to resist......

After talking for a while, one of them bumped Yao Liangcai's arm: "Hey, hey, why haven't you spoken?" ”

"It's just that when we discussed this topic before, you were the most active."

"You and Jiang Fanyue used to be from the same village, have you seen her during this time?"

It's okay that they didn't mention Jiang Fanyue, but as soon as Jiang Fanyue was mentioned, Yao Liangcai remembered the picture of him being pressed to the ground by Jiang Fanyue and beaten violently.

He shuddered with fright, shook his head, and said, "Can't you just change the topic and talk about it?" Otherwise, let's talk about learning. By the way, where did the math teacher teach last semester? ”

A couple of companions: "??? ”

A person who has a dozen points in Chinese and mathematics combined, and doesn't even know where the teacher is taught, suddenly said that he wanted to talk about learning.

Wrong.

It's so wrong.

Yao Liangcai didn't care what they thought, looked down at a blank math textbook, closed it silently, and lay down to sleep.

After a while, other children living in the countryside also arrived in the classroom.

The classroom is getting more and more lively.

Until—

As if they had seen something strange, the students closest to the teacher's front door opened their mouths wide and stared at the visitor in a daze.

Thinking that the teacher was coming, the student pretended to open the textbook, and only after a few seconds did he quietly raise his eyes, and then his face was shocked.

Even Yao Liangcai, who had met Jiang Fanyue half a month ago, was stunned.

At this moment, the thoughts of all the students in the class are: Who is this person? Jiang Fanyue? Are you sure?

I can't blame them for their exaggerated reactions, but the gap between the front and back is a bit big.

In the past, Jiang Fanyue was the child with the worst family background in the class.

The impact of this poverty of the original family is not only reflected in her food and clothing, but also in her behavior.

is submissive, his eyes are evasive, he can never straighten his waist, and he even speaks with three points less confidence than others.

But now, she has less cowardice between her eyebrows, her waist is straight, and her steps have become brisk.

It is as if the shackles of the shackles of poverty have finally been removed, and like dusty jewels, they have finally shaken off the dust on their bodies, revealing their sharpness and luster.

The same table bumped Yao Liangcai's arm and lowered his voice: "Is Jiang Fanyue's family rich?" ”

Compared with boys, girls pay more attention to Jiang Fanyue's clothes: "The clothes she wears are so beautiful, they must be very expensive." ”

Jiang Fanyue walked through the aisle between the tables and chairs, came to her place, wiped the tables and chairs with paper towels, and then took off her schoolbag and stuffed it into a drawer, and took out textbooks and pens and paper from the bag.

The sound of discussion reached her ears, and she didn't give the people around her a look, but just silently previewed the content of the textbook.

Soon, the morning reading bell rang, and the Chinese teacher Xu Kangtai walked in from the front door.

The children of village and town middle schools have a relatively simple dressing style, and the color of their clothes is mostly dark and dirt-resistant, and Jiang Fanyue's beige cotton clothes are particularly conspicuous in the gray classroom.

Xu Kangtai stared at it for a while, almost not recognizing who it was.

He walked around the classroom and walked to the office.

At this time, the math teacher of the first class of junior high school was sitting in his place flipping through the newspaper, and saw Xu Kangtai walk in and greeted Xu Kangtai with a smile.

Xu Kangtai asked: "Was it sent by "Changjin Weekly"?" ”

Their school has subscribed to the "Changjin Weekly" every year, and today is the day when the new issue of the "Changjin Weekly" comes out.

The other party said: "Yes, I will share half of you, do you want it?" ”

Xu Kangtai nodded, took the newspaper, and unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup: "I haven't read the newspaper in the past two months." ”

Xu Kangtai reads the newspaper, mainly scanning the news headline first, taking a few more looks if he is interested, and skipping directly if he is not interested.

After reading the first newspaper, Xu Kangtai turned to the second side.

The first thing that catches your eye is the big black title - "Grandpa Big Tree Left in Winter".

Xu Kangtai was not interested in this title at all, and directly jumped over to look down.

"That's right, Lao Xu." The math teacher suddenly remembered something, "There is an article on the second side of the newspaper, and the author's name is Jiang Fanyue. Isn't there a female classmate named Jiang Fanyue in the first class, this name doesn't feel very common, you are her Chinese teacher, can you see if it is possible that she wrote it, or if it is famous. ”

Xu Kangtai was stunned, and subconsciously said, "This is impossible." ”

He has submitted several drafts to "Changjin Weekly" over the years, and each time he is full of confidence, and every time he is rejected by the other party, it can be seen how difficult it is to get on this newspaper.

No matter how good the things written by a first-year junior high school student are, can they be better than those who are Chinese teachers?

Experience and academic qualifications are all there.

And he remembered that Jiang Fanyue's Chinese grades were not outstanding, and his composition was never selected as a model essay.

"It's hard to say, I feel that the author of that article should not be very old."