Jiang Fanyue is still young, she is not keenly aware of the root cause of poverty in the village from generation to generation, and she does not know that education is the best way to cut off the intergenerational transmission of poverty.

She just thinks that reading more books is not a bad thing, and trying to write articles and submit them is not a bad thing.

Even if the final essay is not selected by the publisher, the written writing can be used elsewhere in the future.

On the other end, Xu Kangtai finished dinner and sat under the light bulb to read the newspaper.

He read it from beginning to end, one by one.

Most of the articles in the newspaper are written by the editors of the publishing house, and even if they deliberately make the articles more understandable for the convenience of children, they can also see their own skills.

At least, Xu Kangtai feels that the "monkey teacher" he writes about is not as good as the editors of these publishing houses.

But when Xu Kangtai saw "Wishing Mirror", his brows slowly wrinkled.

Rough, too rough.

It's all in the vernacular.

I didn't do much foreshadowing, I wrote a lot of dialogue and lyricism as soon as I came up, and some places were not condensed enough, and I could explain it clearly with one word, but I wrote a whole paragraph......

Such an article has actually been reviewed?

"It's so late, you still haven't slept?" The wife lay on the bed, shaken by the blinding warm yellow light.

Xu Kangtai closed the newspaper.

As if he hadn't heard his wife's words, his face was full of confusion: "What's so good about this kind of article, and what does the editor like about it?" ”

Seeing that he didn't care about people at all, his wife got up angrily and directly pressed the switch.

The room was plunged into darkness, except for the moonlight spilling through the cracks in the windows.

Xu Kangtai glanced at his old wife, didn't dare to disturb her sleep anymore, simply put down the newspaper, and lay down on the other side of the bed.

The next day was Monday.

The students who live in the town are still the first to arrive at school.

Yao Liangcai has settled a lot during this time, and as soon as he arrived in the classroom, he obediently sat in his place and copied his homework.

Just as they were copiing energetically, two girls walked in arm in arm.

One of the girls named Fei Shuyun said: "Let me tell you, I found a particularly good-looking newspaper yesterday, called "Fairy Tale Monthly", and many of the short stories on it are so interesting, and I even cried when I read a few of them." ”

Her father runs a newsstand, and last night he brought home a copy of "Fairy Tale Monthly", and she stayed up late to read the newspaper in the first place, and she almost couldn't get up this morning.

Another girl was curious: "Is this a new newspaper, I don't think I've heard you say it before." ”

"Yes, yes, it's just the first issue." Fei Shuyun took out the newspaper from his bag and handed it to the girl, "Borrow it for you." ”

"What's the best story?"

"'The Secret of the Butterfly' and 'Wishing Mirror' are tied for first place in my heart. The former is more romantic, the latter more touching. ”

Zhou Feng, the shortest boy in the class, heard this sentence as soon as he stepped into the classroom.

Zhou Feng pursed his lips and said: "You girls like those sensational articles, I like "Wolf King" more often, the skinny wolf has become the king of the wolf pack step by step, how cool it is." ”

Yao Liangcai couldn't sit still, threw away the pen in his hand casually, and ran over to join in the fun: "It's really so good-looking?" ”

Zhou Feng: "The newspapers that my dad brought back in the past were very boring. This newspaper is very interesting, and when there are no cartoons to read, it is just used to pass the time. ”

Yao Liangcai: "Did you bring the newspaper, lend me a look." ”

Zhou Feng: "I didn't bring it." ”

Yao Liangcai looked at Fei Shuyun again.

There were several copies of a newspaper, and Fei Shuyun took out the newspaper printed with "Wishing Mirror" and handed it to Yao Liangcai: "You read this page first, and then change to the other one after reading." ”

Yao Liangcai pursed his lips, a little disgusted.

Fei Shuyun sneered and retracted his gesture: "Love to see or not." ”

"Gotta get it, I see." Yao Liangcai hurriedly reached out to pick it up and looked down.

At first, he was a little unimpressed.

Soon, however, he sat in a much more upright posture and his reading speed gradually slowed down.

"It would be nice if there were wishing mirrors in this world. If I encounter it, I will make a wish to the wishing mirror and become a wolf king. Zhou Feng said beside him.

Fei Shuyun was speechless: "Do you understand the story of "Wishing Mirror", the meaning of the author is clear, everyone must learn to accept their own shortcomings. ”

"Who to look down on, I understand. But I don't think so. Zhou Feng pouted.

The two of them are bickering, and Yao Liangcai has already finished reading the entire article.

Jiang Fanyue and Er Niu rode bicycles to the school, and as soon as they walked to the door of the first class of junior high school, they heard Yao Liangcai's loud voice coming from inside. If you listen carefully, you are actually praising "Wishing Mirror"?!

Erniu glared, lowered her voice, and said in Jiang Fanyue's ear: "You said, does he know that you wrote "Wishing Mirror"." ”

"Look at how much he praises, I don't know."

Jiang Fanyue was not in a hurry to enter the classroom, and pulled the second girl to stand by the door, listening carefully to what the people inside were saying.

Jiang Fanyue remembered the voices of each of them.

In addition to Yao Liangcai's praise, Fei Shuyun is also boasting.

Although Zhou Feng felt that "Wishing Mirror" was too sensational and not his favorite style, he also clearly remembered many details in "Wishing Mirror", and he obviously read it carefully.

They had a heated discussion, and other students who had not read it also aroused curiosity, this one said, "Fei Shuyun, can you lend me a newspaper", and the other said, "I will also buy a copy after school......

Jiang Fanyue blinked, and a sense of narrowness inevitably rose in her heart, and she whispered: "You say, when will they find out that the author is me." ”

Erniu covered her mouth and smiled: "There are many people watching, someone should notice." ”

She couldn't help but look forward to that scene.

Jiang Fanyue nodded, seeing that the morning reading time was coming, she waved goodbye to Erniu and walked into the classroom silently.

Seeing Jiang Fanyue, Fei Shuyun, who was enthusiastically talking to others Amway's "Wishing Mirror", rolled his eyes.

Fei Shuyun and Jiang Fanyue have always been not very easy to deal with.

When they first entered junior high school, the two were arranged by the teacher to be at the same table.

As a result, within two days, Yao Liangcai shook out Jiang Fanyue's family situation, Fei Shuyun originally felt that Jiang Fanyue's temperament was very strange, and when he heard this, he exploded directly and begged the head teacher to separate the two of them.

There were twenty-nine people in the class, and there would have been one person who didn't have the same table.

The head teacher was so troubled by Fei Shuyun that he had no choice but to agree to Fei Shuyun's request.

Since then, Jiang Fanyue has been sitting in the corner by herself. No matter how someone else's position changed, her seat never moved.

Jiang Fanyue didn't notice the white of Fei Shuyun's eyes, she patronized and smiled at this moment.

As soon as she sat down, Jiang Fanyue immediately opened her textbook and blocked her line of sight, so as not to be seen by others with a bright smile on her face.

It took a while for Jiang Fanyue to calm down the mood of watching the show.

She probably calculated, there were so few classmates in the class, and there were actually four people who said that they bought "Fairy Tale Monthly".

The education level of Jixiang Town is not high, and so many copies can be sold, and if it is in other towns with a relatively high level of education, the data will definitely be even more beautiful.

I don't know how much I can sell in the end.

The final data has not yet come out, but the weekly sales of "Fairy Tale Monthly" have been counted.

- 43,000 copies.

The average weekly sales volume of Changjin Weekly is 200,000.

The data of "Fairy Tale Monthly" is placed in front of "Changjin Weekly", of course, it is not enough to read at all, but can the situation of the two be the same!

"Fairy Tale Monthly" is a new newspaper for people under the age of 15.

"Changjin Weekly" is aimed at readers of all ages, and it has been in business for many years.

The fact that the two can be compared together already shows how amazing the achievements of "Fairy Tale Monthly" are.

Xiao Jianguo has had a good time recently.

He was the first person in charge of the Fairy Tale Monthly.

It was at his insistence that this newspaper was able to be successfully published.

Therefore, the newspaper succeeded, and the praise and appreciation of the leaders were all deserved.

Lu Junhao followed Xiao Jianguo and was also very happy.

Originally, he was just a little transparent who had just turned regular, but because of the internship period

happened to follow Xiao Jianguo to help, and later as soon as he became a regular, the leader sent him to Xiao Jianguo to help.

The newspaper succeeded, and of course he followed suit.

"By the way, Xiao Lu, you can go to the post office later and send the reader's letter to Jiang Fanyue." Xiao Jianguo remembered something and reminded him loudly.

Lu Junhao patted his chest and promised: "Hey, don't worry, I will definitely do it properly." ”

Xiao Jianguo had a smile on his face: "That's fine." ”

In a blink of an eye, it entered the wax moon.

Early in the morning, the whole village was immersed in a white mist.

It wasn't until the sun came out that the fog gradually dissipated.

Today is the weekend, and Jiang Fanyue does not have to go to school, but stays at home to review homework.

Yao Rong crouched in front of the desk, holding a pencil and slowly drawing toy design drawings.

If she were to make the toys by herself, she would not need any drawings, and all the parts would have been completely imprinted in her mind.

However, in order to facilitate the mass production of the factory, the size and size of each component must be specified.

The mother and daughter each did their own thing, occasionally whispering a few words, and the charcoal-burning room was as warm as spring.

Suddenly there was a bicycle bell ringing outside the door, followed by the postman's voice: "Jiang Fanyue, is Jiang Fanyue at home?" You've got a big package arrived. ”

Jiang Fanyue thought that the package was sent by Sun Taotao or her cousin Yao Fugui.

She hurried to the door.

The postman took one look at her and took out a large box from the tricycle: "You can't move it, I'll help you move it in." ”

Jiang Fanyue hurriedly got out of the way.

Yao Rong was also attracted by the movement here, put down the pencil, squatted next to the box, and glanced at the sender's name: "The publisher sent it to you." ”

Jiang Fanyue was surprised: "What is it?" ”

Yao Rong took a step back and said to Jiang Fanyue with a smile: "You take it apart and take a look yourself?" If I'm not mistaken, it should be a big surprise. ”

For Jiang Fanyue, this is indeed a big surprise.

When one after another, as many as hundreds of letters came into view, Jiang Fanyue's vision blurred instantly, and there seemed to be fireworks exploding in her mind, making her dizzy.

Yao Rong touched her head and picked up the letter that was placed on top and written to her by the editor of the publishing house: "Let's see what the editor of the publishing house said first." ”

Jiang Fanyue nodded and calmed down.

The letter didn't mention anything important, mainly telling Jiang Fanyue about the results of "Fairy Tale Monthly", and asked Jiang Fanyue when he would be able to create a new story.

After reading it, Jiang Fanyue put the letter aside casually and took out one from the cardboard box.

On the envelope, there was a crooked, slightly clumsy handwriting:

[Received by Sister Jiang Fanyue]

Taking out the letter inside, Jiang Fanyue found that the letter was written by a little girl named Qi Yaning.

In the letter, Qi Yaning told Jiang Fanyue that she had a life experience very similar to Ayi, and many times, she had the same confusion as Ayi, but she never told her parents what she thought in her heart.

Until Ayi gave her the courage.

- "Mom and Dad said that they would accompany me to read "Fairy Tale Monthly" every month in the future, and hoped to see Jiang Fanyue's sister's works on it every month. I wish Sister Jiang Fanyue progress in her studies and good health. ”

There is also a letter, from Kuang Zimo.

In the letter, Kuang Zimo continued to write the ending of Little Ear.

He fantasized that Little Ear would be admitted to the best university, study under the best teachers, graduate with the best grades and join the aviation authority.

A few years later, Little Ear got on a plane of his own making.

This time, Little Ears no longer needs wings and no longer relies on the magic of the wishing mirror, and can see the infinite world from another perspective through the layers of branches and leaves and rows of houses.

- "I don't know if the author can see my letter, but I still very much want to ask, is this ending of my fantasy the ending of the little ears in your mind?" ”

It may be that the emotions just arrived there, Kuang Zimo briefly talked about his physical condition and his inner thoughts.

At the end of the letter, he awkwardly stated that although the fairy tale was very naïve, he decided to use the New Year's money to subscribe to a year's newspaper.

……

Some of these children who wrote letters didn't even recognize all the words, and a string of pinyin popped up between the lines from time to time.

Some simply let their parents help write it.

What's more, he directly drew the scene in the book into a picture, and clumsily wrote the words "Sister Jiang Fanyue" in the corner.

They are using their way, straightforwardly and sincerely, to express their love to Jiang Fanyue.

And Jiang Fanyue also received this heart completely.

There were hundreds of letters sent, and it was naturally unrealistic to reply to all of them, and Jiang Fanyue replied selectively.

Writing until the branches on the moon, Jiang Fanyue stopped the pen in his hand.

Yao Rong brought in a basin of hot water from outside and asked Jiang Fanyue to come over and soak his hands: "You've been writing all night, your hands are going to be frozen." ”

Jiang Fanyue obediently soaked her hands in hot water: "The weather is getting colder and colder." ”

Yao Rong helped Jiang Fanyue clean up his desk.

The box of readers' letters and the toys that Yao Rong gave to Jiang Fanyue were placed together.

The reply letter written by Jiang Fanyue was stacked by Yao Rong, put aside for the time being, and will be mailed tomorrow.

Looking down at her slender palm, Jiang Fanyue suddenly said, "Mom, do you remember the story of "Little Elephant Who Loves to Dance"? ”

Yao Rong stopped the movement in his hand and showed a listening gesture: "Of course I remember." ”

"Actually, the version you see is not the version I really want to express."

"I know."

Jiang Fanyue looked up, her face full of surprise.

Yao Rong smiled and handed her a cloth and moisturizer to wipe her hands: "I know that the prototype of Yiyi is you. ”

"I know that you want Yiyi to live wantonly on the grassland, I want Yiyi to have a lot of friends, I want Yiyi to chase her dreams forever, and I want to give Yiyi a happy ending."

"I also know that at that time, you were bitter that you couldn't write such a dependence."

"Because at that time, you were being hated by everyone and denied by everyone."

"So in the end, you wrote the version of Yiyi that I saw."

Yao Rong bent down, touched Jiang Fanyue's cheek, and looked into Jiang Fanyue's eyes.

She told Jiang Fanyue for the first time.

"You use "Dancing Elephant" to ask for help from the outside world and analyze the pain to the outside world...... For so long, do you think that no one has heard your plea for help, that no one has seen your pain......"

"That's not the case, Yueyue."

I heard your plea for help, and I saw your pain, which is why I came to you.

A hot tear dripped into the basin and merged with the hot water in the basin.

Jiang Fanyue lowered her head, her shoulders trembling violently.

She finally couldn't take it anymore and cried bitterly.

The familiar breath approached her, and then gently hugged her.

Jiang Fanyue grabbed Yao Rong's hand and cried breathlessly, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had experienced in the past.

Yao Rong gently patted her shoulder.

It wasn't until I felt that Jiang Fanyue's emotions calmed down a lot, Yao Rong said: "I was thinking at that time, I want to change your mind little by little, so that you can write the most beautiful fairy tale, and you can write the story of Yiyi in your mind." ”

Jiang Fanyue raised her head from Yao Rong's arms, revealing a face covered with tears.

Yao Rong helped her wipe away her tears and smiled gently: "Didn't the editor ask when you would be able to create a new story?" Do you think that now you can rewrite "Dancing Baby Elephant"? ”

This time, it's no longer just about writing two or three hundred words.

Instead, he writes about what he has gone through, and it has grown from a baby elephant that loves to dance to the most heroic elephant in the herd.

Jiang Fanyue pursed her lips and nodded, "I'll try my best." ”

At the moment when Jiang Fanyue's words fell, a long wind blew through the courtyard, blowing wind chimes indiscriminately, and the straw that was covered on the flower pot to keep warm was also lifted.

Yao Rong seemed to feel something, and looked at the flower pot.

The seeds of Gesang flowers, which had been buried in the soil for a long time, pulled out their tender green buds without hesitation in the cold wind that was as cold as a knife.