For more than a month in Shenzhen, Yao Rong went to inspect the factory every day.

Jiang Fanyue would occasionally accompany her to see the factory, but more often, she would take Yao Rong's assistant through the streets and alleys of Shenzhen, constantly observing passers-by and thinking about it.

The preliminary work "The Man Behind the Door" was born under such circumstances.

Jiang Fanyue is the person hiding behind the door in the article.

She hid behind the door and quietly watched the world.

Write down her impressions of the world.

This prose, without any flowery and cumbersome sentences, can be said to return to the basics, and the most important thing is to highlight the word "true".

It's real and warm, and it's heartfelt.

Among them, the perception of life and death, and the analysis of human nature, are so transparent that they are amazing.

At least, Mei Xiuming, vice president of the National Writers Association and vice president of the Department of Literature of University A, expressed this emotion after seeing this article:

"Is this really the work of a student? This is going to make us the older generation mix up. ”

Yun Yingguang, a member of the All-China Writers' Association and editor-in-chief of the People's Daily, said with a smile: "Look at the author's name. ”

Mei Xiuming flipped to the registration form at the beginning, only to feel that the name was very familiar, recalled for a few seconds, and smiled dumbly: "It turned out to be her, it's amazing, the current child is really amazing." ”

While the two were talking in a low voice, several judges next door were also discussing fiercely.

"Song Zhizhi's "My Veteran Grandfather" can tentatively be awarded the first prize."

"Indeed, the affection of family and the veteran's affection for the country are perfectly integrated in the text."

"I also liked the article. Among the submitted works, there are not 100 but 80 articles about grandpa, and the events selected by this author are very common, but she can find the highlights of life from ordinary events, and use very graphic words to give this article infinite vitality. ”

Mei Xiuming couldn't help but be curious, and asked Yun Yingguang if he had watched "My Veteran Grandpa".

"Yes." Song Zhizhi's mother is the editor-in-chief of "People's Daily", Yun Yingguang will not favor Song Zhizhi because of this identity, but she does have a few more attention, "So far, among all the entries, it is the most moving to write about family affection." ”

Mei Xiuming also plays with words, and after a little pondering, he understands the unfinished meaning of his words.

After all, is it a high level of sincerity and moving, or a high level of shocking?

"My Veteran Grandpa" can be tentatively named the first prize, but "The Man Hiding Behind the Door" is the first.

Undisputed first.

It took half a month for the judges to finally select all the works.

As soon as Yun Yingguang arrived at the office, he was stopped by Song's mother.

"Old Cloud—"

Yun Yingguang was secretly amused, and he didn't sell Guan Zi: "What level is Zhizhi, don't you know how much you are a mother." Rest assured, 1st prize. ”

Many editors next to him also heard the news and congratulated Song's mother one after another.

Mother Song showed a light smile on her face.

But soon, as if she had thought of something, she was curious: "Among the award-winning works, is there an author named Jiang Fanyue?" ”

Yun Yingguang raised his eyebrows and glanced at her.

Song's mother explained: "She is the same age as Zhizhi. Zhizhi, this kid you know, it's better and stronger. ”

Yun Yingguang understood.

Juvenile temperament, competitive and competitive, as a matter of course.

But alas, I picked the wrong opponent.

Talent and talent are the most domineering and unreasonable things in the world.

He pondered: "There are indeed Jiang Fanyue's works. When it comes to the rematch, the two children will be able to compete against each other. ”

They are all smart people. Mother Song still doesn't understand, Yun Yingguang is saying that the preliminary round can't be compared, so she can only wait for the rematch to see.

Mother Song sighed in her heart, a little pity.

The article "My Veteran Grandfather" is definitely an extraordinary performance for Song Zhizhi. Because Song Zhizhi and her grandfather have a deep relationship, Song Zhizhi naturally integrated this emotion into the article when writing this article.

If even "My Veteran Grandpa" can't beat Jiang Fanyue's works, then the rematch will be even more difficult.

"When will the winners of the preliminary round be announced?" Song's mother asked.

Yun Yingguang said: "I know you are curious, don't worry, our publishing house will publish a collection of works in the next two days, and all the award-winning works will be published on it." ”

In terms of the competition, Song's mother will not go through the back door, but it doesn't hurt to get the collection of works in advance, and it doesn't hurt to go through the back door a little.

So before getting off work, Song's mother got a collection with ink fragrance.

After watching "The Man Hiding Behind the Door", even if she favors her daughter, Song's mother has to say that Song Zhizhi lost unjustly.

Soon after Song Zhizhi was born, Song's father's business became bigger and bigger, and the conditions at home were getting better and better, so Song Zhizhi didn't suffer anything at all.

Her understanding of suffering and her depiction of human nature are all based on her own imagination.

But Jiang Fanyue's suffering and human nature are portrayed very well.

This kind of writing ability comes not only from talent, but also from life experience.

As soon as Song's mother put down the collection, Song Zhizhi returned home with her schoolbag.

She took off her schoolbag and said happily: "Mom, did Jiang Fanyue participate in the competition?" What was the result? ”

Song's mother didn't speak, just handed her the book in her hand and let Song Zhizhi read it by herself.

Twenty minutes later, Song Zhizhi put down the book in silence.

After a long while, Song Zhizhi sighed faintly: "If Jiang Fanyue hadn't been the first, I would have cut off my head." ”

Mother Song: "...... What nonsense. ”

Song Zhizhi: "I'm no longer jealous of her." ”

The topic jumped too fast, and Song's mother showed an inquiring look.

For the first time, Song Zhizhi understood the word "God has been friends for a long time".

Since two years ago, she has been paying attention to Jiang Fanyue's growth and reading Jiang Fanyue's works without landing.

It is precisely because he knows Jiang Fanyue's growth context that Song Zhizhi now has such a strong feeling.

She said to Song's mother: "I always felt that she was a fairy tale author, and her words were all based on imagination and divorced from reality. ”

"But after reading this article, I found out that it is not."

"Her words are not divorced from reality."

On the contrary, just as tragedy is at the heart of comedy, it is not all smooth sailing behind fairy tales. She has certainly experienced a lot of bad things, but she still chooses to leave the warmest story to the reader. In anger and despair, she maintained her fantasy and love for the world. ”

Such a split and contrast had an unparalleled impact on Song Zhizhi.

How could she think that Jiang Fanyue couldn't control the prose genre and couldn't write excellent prose works.

In fact, for Jiang Fanyue, writing fairy tales is more difficult than writing prose.

Hearing Song Zhizhi's words, Song's mother was stunned: "I didn't see so many ......"

Song Zhizhi held the book and walked around the living room a few times, her eyes shining bright and excited: "I really hope to see her soon." ”

When Jiang Fanyue learned of his ranking, it was already the beginning of December.

When she came back from outside, as soon as she entered the house, she shivered fiercely under the alternation of hot and cold, and took off the scarf around her neck, and said, "It's too cold this day." ”

In previous years, Changjin City has seen a wide range of cooling since October, and snow has been falling one after another at the end of October.

Jiang Fanyue has long been accustomed to this cold.

But this year's cold is far better than before. She felt a little guilty of wrapping herself tightly, and how difficult it was for those who lacked clothes and warmth to keep them warm.

Yao Rong was standing by the window, staring at the endless snow outside.

Hearing Jiang Fanyue's words, she turned her head: "If this snow continues to fall, I'm afraid it will form a snow disaster." ”

Jiang Fanyue was surprised: "So serious? ”

Yao Rong didn't speak.

She not only saw the snow disaster, but also knew it from the original plot.

——In the original plot, Jiang Fanyue died of illness in this once-in-a-century heavy snowfall.

After a long while, Yao Rongcai asked, "How is your health lately, is there anything uncomfortable?" Recently, the factory will organize a physical examination for employees, so you can go with you then. ”

Jiang Fanyue smiled well, but was a little puzzled: "Mom, you seem to be very concerned about my body during this time." ”

"Is there one?"

"That's right. When I used to go out, you rarely told me anything. But since July, every time I go out, you will say a little more to stay safe. ”

Yao Rong walked to Jiang Fanyue's side, took the down jacket she had just taken off, and hung it on the hanger on the side: "I used to find someone to help you tell your fortune." The other party said that there was a catastrophe when you were sixteen years old, but as long as you survive this catastrophe, you will be free of disasters and happy and safe for a lifetime. ”

Jiang Fanyue was slightly stunned, and a trace of sourness flashed in her heart inexplicably.

She shook her head and smiled, "I don't believe in this. ”

Yao Rong also laughed: "I don't believe it either." But when it comes to your safety, it's not a bad thing to care more. ”

"That's right." Jiang Fanyue nodded, leaned on the side of the sofa, leaning on Yao Rong's side, "Mom, I just came back from the publishing house, and Editor Xiao said that I won the first place in the preliminary round of the creation competition." ”

As he spoke, he took out a letter from his bag.

"Is the rematch time set?" Yao Rong asked, his tone very calm.

"January 20th. When the time comes, we will go to the capital for offline competitions. ”

"That's just right. We haven't been to the capital yet, so when you're done, you'll be in the capital for a few more days. ”

But soon, Yao Rong's mood regained a layer of gloom.

Since the beginning of December, the heavy snow in Changjin City has been falling for more than ten days, and the outdoor temperature is so cold that many machinery and equipment can not operate normally.

Yao Rong told the secretary: "Heating subsidies are given to all employees in the factory. ”

"During this time, the number of orders should be appropriately reduced, so as not to run out of goods."

The secretary was just about to step down, and listened to Yao Rong again: "When the factory purchases materials, buy more warm materials, which may be useful later." ”

It's the new year in the blink of an eye.

It stands to reason that the New Year always brings something new.

But the temperature is getting lower and lower, and the snow is getting heavier and heavier, which makes people's hearts heavy.

The city has issued a snowstorm warning, asking residents not to go out unless necessary in recent times.

City No. 1 Middle School even held its final exams early and gave students a holiday.

When Yao Rong went to the government for a meeting, the government leaders also asked about the operation of major factories.

"The temperature is too low, and more and more fuel is being used to run the machine."

"Yes, in order to prevent the machine from being frostbitten, our factory did not dare to leave the machine on for a long time, but as soon as the machine stopped, the factory could not operate."

"Many of the workers in our factory have taken leave. Some of them are sick themselves, but more often they are sick because of the elderly and children in the family. On such a cold day, as long as you go out, no matter how good your health is, you can't stand it. ”

Listening to everyone's discussions, Yao Rong, who had been silent, suddenly raised his hand.

Fairy Tale World is the leading enterprise in Changjin City, and as soon as she made a move, everyone including the city leaders came to see it.

"On behalf of the fairy tale world, I donated two million worth of warm materials to the city's sanitation workers and firefighters. Another donation of 3 million worth of medicines to the city was used to treat colds and fevers. ”

The eyes of the city leaders lit up.

To be honest, the situation in the city is terrible right now, but not so bad that it is unsustainable.

Yao Rong stood up to donate now, which was something that the city leaders did not expect.

However, thinking of Yao Rong's past style, the city leaders don't think it's strange.

Jixiang Town, a well-known poverty-stricken town in the country, has achieved poverty alleviation and prosperity because of the existence of the fairy tale world.

The government always calls on the first rich to lead the latter to achieve common prosperity, but it is still a small number of people who can really respond to this call.

Other companies, after hearing Yao Rong's words, followed suit to donate money and materials.

This kind of thing of showing his face in front of the city leaders cannot be left behind.

Back at the factory, Yao Rong asked the secretary to prepare the supplies for the government as soon as possible, and asked the assistant: "Do the factory employees and villagers have enough warm materials and medicines?" ”

The assistant nodded: "Mr. Yao, rest assured, everything is complete." ”

Yao Rong thought for a while, and then said, "You go and contact the leaders of Jixiang Town to see if there is anything in the town that needs help." The coldest time has not yet come, if there is a family whose house heating is not done well, we must find a way to solve it. In terms of funding, we can provide it. ”

The assistant said yes, but he couldn't help but sigh again in his heart.

They are Mr. Yao, who are really well-known conscientious entrepreneurs.

Let it benefit the people and lead the whole town to common prosperity, in this kind of thing, it is actually so socially responsible.

Late at night, Yao Rong, who had been busy all day, returned to the community.

She stepped out of the car, and as soon as she looked up, she saw the warm light coming through her house.

When she returned home, Jiang Fanyue hadn't slept yet, and was listening to the English radio to practice speaking English.

Seeing Yao Rong, Jiang Fanyue turned off the radio and said happily: "Mom, you're back." There's ginger soup stewed in the kitchen, and I'll bring it out for you. ”

"Auntie's stew?"

"I stewed it. It's getting colder and colder outside, and you're running around outside every day, and I'm worried about you catching a cold. ”

After a bowl of ginger soup, Yao Rong felt that he had come to life.

She went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, returned to the living room in her home clothes, and said to Jiang Fanyue: "Yueyue, let's sleep together tonight." "Since the day after the mother and daughter moved to this neighborhood, they haven't slept together.

Jiang Fanyue was slightly surprised in her heart, but she didn't refuse, and hugged Yao Rong's arm and rubbed: "Okay." ”

Jiang Fanyue's bed is only one meter five, which is not big, but it is more than enough to sleep two people.

She was lying on the inside of the bed, and Yao Rong was lying on the outside of the bed.

This point had long exceeded the time when Jiang Fanyue fell asleep, and she had only been in bed for a short time, and she fell asleep.

There was snow flying in the sky, and there was a white expanse outside the house.

The moonlight shines through the window.

Yao Rong touched Jiang Fanyue's sleeping face by the moonlight, twisted the quilt for her, and then fell asleep.

The snow is still falling, and it has already caused damage in many parts of the province.

After donating a large number of materials to the city and town last time, Yao Rong took action again.

This time, her hand is getting bigger and bigger, in addition to donating to Changjin City, she also donates frostbite medicine and warm materials to other cities in the province.

Heavy snow has closed the roads, and trains throughout the province have basically stopped running, and there is no possibility of opening to traffic in a short time.

It's January 9th.

There are only eleven days left until the contest.

When Lu Junhao came to pick up Jiang Fanyue's manuscript, he also said: "From Changjin City to the capital, you have to spend two or three days on the road, and according to the current situation, you may not be able to catch up." ”

If Jiang Fanyue goes to participate in the semi-finals, the first place in the semi-finals will be in her bag nine times out of ten.

That's why Lu Junhao feels pity.

Jiang Fanyue could see it: "Wait a little longer." ”

That's all there is to it. Lu Junhao sighed, and turned to chat with Jiang Fanyue about the snow disaster: "Sister Yao's generosity, our entire editorial department has heard about it. ”

Jiang Fanyue said: "I always feel that my mother has been a little too nervous lately. ”

Since she started her toy business, her mother has been very comfortable and leisurely.

Only this time, the attitude is particularly serious.

Lu Junhao said: "The disaster is serious, Sister Yao should be worried about the snow disaster." ”

Jiang Fanyue frowned, feeling that it didn't look like it.

At least not exactly.

Seeing Lu Junhao away, as soon as Jiang Fanyue turned her head, she saw her physical examination list.

The conversation from some time ago suddenly came to mind.

Could it be that Mom's abnormality is because of her?

"It's getting dark, I need to go home early today."

"So early?"

"yes, it's a bit of a rush today."

"Then Mr. Yao, go back quickly, just leave the rest of us in charge of the affairs here."

Yao Rong glanced at her watch, handed over the work of distributing supplies to someone else, and asked the driver to drive her home.

On this day, the car drove very slowly, and it got dark quickly, so even if Yao Rong went back early, it was completely dark outside when he got home.

The babysitter had already prepared dinner.

Jiang Fanyue was about to start when she heard the sound of the door lock being unscrewed, and then Yao Rong walked into the house.

Jiang Fanyue said in surprise: "Mom, you came back so early today. ”

Yao Rong smiled.

Today is a very special time.

She still went home early to guard Jiang Fanyue, which was more reassuring.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten with you, so I came back early today."

Jiang Fanyue helped Yao Rong pull out the chair: "I just made your favorite coconut chicken." ”

asked Yao Rong again what the disaster situation was in front of him.

Yao Rong said: "The situation is not bad. According to the results given by the Meteorological Bureau, the temperature will rise from the day after tomorrow. ”

It's just that tonight is destined to be difficult.

Yao Rong stayed in the living room, making a list of donated materials.

This busy, busy until the dead of night.

Yao Rong put down the pen in his hand, walked into Jiang Fanyue's house after washing, as usual, bent down to twist the quilt for Jiang Fanyue, but noticed that her eyebrows were frowning, and she seemed to have fallen into a long nightmare.

Yao Rong brushed away the broken hair that fell on her forehead, smoothed her eyebrows with his fingertips, and then lowered his head and kissed her side cheek.

"Good night, Yueyue."

"When you wake up naturally, everything will be different."

The baby elephant Yiyi will meet a grassland full of Gesang flowers.

Children who grow up picking up trash write some of the most moving stories in the world.

Jiang Fanyue will have the most beautiful fairy tale world.