Lin Erchun and his wife had just arrived in Yanjing, and they felt that the large courtyard in Mianmian Hutong was empty, so Lin Chaoyang and his wife stayed in the east wing for a few days to keep them company.

The courtyard house was only renovated this year. It is quite comfortable to live in, but it is really inconvenient to use the toilet and water.

The old couple are used to living in the countryside and have nothing to adapt to. The real ones are Lin Chaoyang and his wife.

Early that morning, the water in the water tank was almost running out. Lin Chaoyang yawned and poured a pot of boiling water into the mouth of the pressure well, and then pressed it hard. After a while, water came out of the well.

Come.

He took a few buckets of water and poured it into the kitchen water tank, which was estimated to be enough for two or three days. After finishing the work, Lin Chaoyang was already sweating on his forehead.

In the morning, Zhang Guiqin cooked porridge. He filled a bowl and sprinkled some pickle sticks in it. He slurped it down to make it delicious. He then scooped up a boiled egg and after two bites, he rode his bicycle to work.

When he arrived at school, he passed by the poster board and saw students watching. Lin Chaoyang curiously went up and took a look. It turned out that someone had written an article criticizing the dance organized by the students.

In the past few years, the trend has spread from the west to the east, and college students have always been at the forefront of the trend. I don’t know when it started, but dance became popular among the students of Yan University.

An empty classroom and a tape recorder became the stage for these people.

From the perspective of future generations, this is certainly not a big deal, but today's social atmosphere is not so open. This kind of dance has always been criticized by some people in the school, and the critics and the criticized will have to talk about it from time to time.

Debate on the poster board.

After taking a look at the excitement, Lin Chaoyang went to the library to go to work.

In the words of Comrade Lin Erchun, these students have "nothing to separate them from but their throats."

As soon as he arrived at the library, he received a letter from Lu Wenfu. The content was very concise, telling Lin Chaoyang that he had finished writing the novel they had discussed before.

The novel was submitted to Harvest. He received a letter from Harvest a few days ago, saying that the novel would be published in the first issue of the magazine in the new year.

After reading the letter, Lin Chaoyang happily replied to Lu Wenfu and congratulated him.

In the morning, colleagues in the library chatted and talked about the third Women's Volleyball World Cup being held in Tokyo, Japan.

This competition started on November 6 and lasted for 11 days. The Chinese women's volleyball team participated under the leadership of team leader Zhang Yipei, gathering the strongest force of this generation of Chinese women's volleyball team.

Deng Huifang, Yang Xi, Zhou Xiaolan, Lang Ping, Chen Yaqiong, Chen Zhaodi, Zhu Ling...

In the past few years, this group of elite women's volleyball players has won one honor after another for the Chinese sports world.

In this World Cup women's volleyball competition, the Chinese people have high hopes for this team.

In the eight days since the start of the competition, the Chinese team has won consecutive victories, defeating Brazil, the Soviet Union, South Korea and the United States. It will meet the powerful Cuban team tonight.

Although many people had high hopes for the Chinese team before the game, the women's volleyball team's record of winning five games still filled the Chinese people with surprise and excitement.

Tonight is the semifinals. If the Chinese team can defeat Cuba, its old rival, it can advance to the finals. This will not only set a new record for the Chinese women's volleyball team, but also become a first for the Chinese sports world in the world's three major ball sports.

A major breakthrough.

This has also made this Women's Volleyball World Cup the hottest news in China in recent days. The streets and alleys were filled with people's discussions, and even the usually quiet Yanda Library was paying attention to this game.

When it was almost noon, Lin Chaoyang got up and was about to go to the cafeteria. When he walked to the door of the library, he met Chen Jiangong, who was accompanied by his classmate Zhang Manling.

"Morning sun!"

After saying hello, Lin Chaoyang was about to go out, but was stopped by Chen Jiangong, "I have something to do with you."

"What's up?"

Chen Jiangong glanced at Zhang Manling and said, "Manling wants you to take the pulse of her manuscript."

Zhang Manling is also a member of the Chinese Department, but she is in the 78th grade and is in the same class as Liu Zhenyun. She does not have much contact with Lin Chaoyang, and the relationship cannot be said to be familiar, so she specifically called Chen Jiangong today.

Yang Hui, director of the Chinese Department of Yanda, once said: The Chinese Department does not cultivate writers.

But it cannot stop students' love for literature. In the Chinese Department of Yan'an University, there are many amateur novelists and poets who are good at writing, and many of them are famous writers. Chen Jiangong is a typical example, because this year he won the National Outstanding Short Story Award

Award, and he even appeared in the school newspaper once.

However, there are only a few writers like Chen Jiangong who are famous for their writing on campus. The vast majority of people are still in the stage of enthusiasts, such as Zhang Manling.

She has excellent grades, is keen on participating in campus activities, and is very famous in the Chinese Department of 1978. In the past few years of college, she has written a lot and submitted articles, and published some in student publications, but none of them have been officially adopted by newspapers.

The manuscript she got this year was a novella called "Clouds". The novel was written the year before last. Zhang Manling read it to Hong Zicheng, a teacher at the time, and Hong Zicheng's attitude was ambiguous.

Later, she sent it to "October" and "Contemporary", but unfortunately they were all rejected.

Zhang Manling's manuscript has obvious stream-of-consciousness characteristics. After reading it, Lin Chaoyang probably knew what her problem was.

Zhang Manling looked at him expectantly and asked, "Do you think it can be published?"

She didn't ask what needed to be changed as soon as she came up, but asked if she could publish it, which showed that she was very confident in her own ability. As expressed in the novel, she had a kind of self-confidence that was close to narcissism.

"Publishing is not difficult, the key is to meet an editor who appreciates you." Lin Chaoyang said truthfully.

Zhang Manling was happy to hear this. Her manuscript had an ill-fated fate. It had been read by many people and submitted to several magazines, but no one had ever recognized it. Today, she was relieved to receive recognition from Lin Chaoyang, a well-known writer.

She looked at Lin Chaoyang, with pleading in her eyes, and Lin Chaoyang guessed what she was thinking.

"Want me to recommend it for you?"

Zhang Manling nodded eagerly.

Lin Chaoyang hesitated for a moment. The quality of the manuscript was above average, but the technique was not mature and the style was relatively dark. After thinking about it, he agreed.

"All right."

After getting Lin Chaoyang's promise, Zhang Manling was overjoyed and took out another manuscript from her bag, "Please help me take a look at this again."

Lin Chaoyang was a little surprised when he looked at the manuscript in her hand. Is there a second copy?

It took him half a day just to read a manuscript, and he was about to get off work.

However, he thought that since he had helped, he would help others to the end. He smiled and said: "I don't have enough time today. I will take the manuscript back and read it first. If I think it is OK, I will recommend it to you.

If I think it's not good, I'll give it back to you."

"Thank you, thank you!" Zhang Manling said excitedly.

She knew that with Lin Chaoyang's current fame and status, if she recommended works to an editorial department she was familiar with, as long as the quality was not too poor, the editorial department would definitely give her face.

This was equivalent to endorsing her with personal credit. She really didn't expect Lin Chaoyang to be so easy to talk to.

"No need to thank you. The premise for me to recommend works is quality. Your novel has shortcomings, but the advantages are more obvious."

Listening to Lin Chaoyang's evaluation, Zhang Manling nodded seriously.

After finishing chatting about the novel, she added: "I'm going to get off work soon, why don't we go have a bite to eat together?"

Lin Chaoyang naturally understood what she meant. He waved his hand and said, "You don't need to eat. It's just a breeze."

Zhang Manling wanted to persuade her again, but Chen Jiangong said: "Then let's wait until we have the opportunity in the future."

After speaking, Chen Jiangong took Zhang Manling and left the library.

Walking on the May 4th Road, Zhang Manling felt that she was almost flying with joy, "I really didn't expect that Lin Chaoyang could be so easy to talk to."

"Didn't Chaoyang say that? The prerequisite for him to be easy to talk to is that the quality of your manuscript passes the standard.

However, Chaoyang is a kind-hearted person and has the demeanor of a humble gentleman. It is normal for him to be willing to help. Some people in the literary world have criticized his works, but no one has ever criticized his character."

Listening to Chen Jiangong's words, longing flashed in Zhang Manling's eyes. For an amateur writer like her, the word "literary world" was still too far away, like an unreachable dream.

But then she thought again, this time with Lin Chaoyang's recommendation, there should be great hope for her novel to be published.

In the future, she may not be able to break into the literary world.

"Hey, speaking of it, you are half a classmate." Zhang Manling said enviously.

Many courses in the Chinese Department are taken at the same time as Level 77 and Level 78 students. In recent years, when the first-level and second-level professors in the department are in class, Lin Chaoyang often attends classes and always sits with the 77-level students.

Together.

"What kind of classmates are we? We just come to listen to the lectures of the gentlemen. Chaoyang's knowledge base in literature is much deeper than ours.

You will know if you get in touch with him, at least I think his theoretical level is no worse than Teacher Hong, Teacher Xie and others."

Teacher Hong is Hong Zicheng, and Teacher Xie is Xie Mian. One of them studies contemporary literature, and the other studies contemporary poetry. They often organize students in the Chinese Department to participate in the activities of the May Fourth Literary Club, and they have a good reputation among students in the Chinese Department.

Especially Xie Mian, because in recent years his research has focused on hazy poetry, and he also opened a special class on hazy poetry, so it has been widely welcomed by students.

Together with Sun Yushi, the two of them can be said to be the backbone of the Chinese Department after the highly respected senior professors.

"He is so rich in theoretical knowledge and so capable in creative practice. I really admire him! Compared with him, it feels like our four years of college have been in vain." Zhang Manling said with emotion.

Chen Jiangong chuckled and said, "It's okay for others to say that, but it's wrong for you to say that. You've always been so good at studying. If you study all in vain, who are we?"

The two were chatting and laughing all the way, and Zhang Manling asked Chen Jiangong to have some dinner, but he declined and said, "I'll invite you after your novel is published."

"Okay, let me lend you some good words!"

In the evening, Lin Chaoyang rode his bicycle back to Mianmian Hutong. Zhang Guiqin had already prepared dinner. Tao Yushu had just returned. After the family had finished dinner, Li Tuo, whom they hadn't seen for a long time, came to the door.

"Oh, it's not easy to find you."

After riding a bicycle for more than two hours, from Dongcheng to Haidian, and then back to Xicheng, Li Tuorong's face became stiff.

After drinking a cup of tea and warming up for a while, he explained his purpose.

It turned out that Lu Yao from Shaanxi came to Yanjing to revise the manuscript. The day before yesterday, he went to the Overseas Chinese Apartment to visit Lin Chaoyang, but was rejected. He went to Li Tuo's house instead.

Knowing that Lin Chaoyang was not at home, Li Tuo went to Yanda to look for him today. By coincidence, he arrived at school a little late and happened to miss Lin Chaoyang. After asking Chen Jiangong, he learned that Lin Chaoyang had recently moved to Mianmian Hutong.
To be continued...