After being moved, Tao Yushu went to open the canvas bag she used for school.
"I originally wanted to wait until the Chinese New Year to give it to you."
As Tao Yushu spoke, he took out a blue box from his canvas bag. On the front was the trademark consisting of Chinese characters for "上海上", and below was the Chinese pinyin for "上海上".
"watch?"
"Um."
Tao Yushu opened the watch box and revealed the bright silver watch inside. This is a Shanghai brand 7120 watch. The strap is all steel and the dial is made of plexiglass. In this era, wearing this watch is definitely a status symbol.
"Put it on and take a look."
Tao Yushu put the watch on Lin Chaoyang's wrist, looked at each other, and said happily: "It's a perfect fit!"
"How much did it cost?"
"With the ticket and the watch, the total cost is one hundred and sixty."
One hundred and sixty yuan, almost catching up with Lin Chaoyang's four months' salary.
“Too expensive!”
Lin Chaoyang felt a little sick. He had been struggling for three months, but his small treasury was not enough to buy a watch.
This damn life!
Tao Yushu raised his arm and looked at it again, and said nonchalantly: "I originally wanted to take it out during the Chinese New Year. Besides, you work outside, so it's convenient to have a watch to tell the time."
These days, having a watch is not only a matter of convenience for telling time, but also invisibly elevates a worker's status. If we compare it with examples from later generations, it is probably equivalent to having an iPhone 13 years ago.
The couple gave each other gifts, and they were like glue to each other.
If it weren't for the broken bed at home, Lin Chaoyang would have already taken up the gun.
At the same time, he felt a little bit guilty about the small treasury.
"Hey, how much savings does our family have now?" Lin Chaoyang asked Tao Yushu.
"Including what mom gave me, there are still six hundred and eighty-five yuan."
"There are so many more?" Lin Chaoyang was a little surprised. His wife bought him a watch for 160 yuan.
"Your salary, my subsidy, plus the twenty yuan dad gave me last month."
Lin Chaoyang glanced at his wife speechlessly, you only said that your mother-in-law favors your uncle, but you didn't even mention a word about your father-in-law favoring you!
Looking at it this way, the sister-in-law who is making noises at home is actually not loved by her father and mother?
Lin Chaoyang suddenly felt a little sad for his sister-in-law when he thought about it.
When he thought that the couple's combined savings amounted to nearly 700 yuan, Lin Chaoyang's uneasy conscience disappeared. At least I had a share of the credit.
The end of December is a weekend, so I can take a Sunday off. Plus a day off on New Year's Day, that's two days of rest.
Motivated by Tao's mother, Tao's house was cleaned inside and out. There was less than a month left before the Spring Festival of 1979. If we tidy up now, we can save a lot of work during the New Year.
After the New Year's Day holiday, the Yanda campus became a bit desolate.
Various colleges and departments are preparing for final exams, and there are far fewer active students on campus than usual.
At this time, the study room in the Yanda Library will be full. On the contrary, the work in the lending office is much easier than before. The students are focusing on the final exam and putting all their study energy on the books.
It’s time to borrow books.
On this day, Lin Chaoyang finally received the payment slip from "Shanghai Literature and Art".
The manuscript he submitted to "Shanghai Literature and Art" this time was still a short story, but it was much longer than "The Wrangler", totaling 28,000 words.
The standard remuneration offered by "Shanghai Literature and Art" was six yuan per thousand words, which was more generous than that of "Yenjing Literature and Art", allowing him to earn 168 yuan in royalties at once, which was higher than the two articles he published in "Yenjing Literature and Art".
No matter how many words you have, it’s really profitable!
However, there is another regret that he used a new vest again when submitting articles to "Shanghai Literature and Art". Continuing the previous idea, the pen name directly used the name of the male protagonist of the novel.
As the saying goes, what good writer doesn't have a few vestments?
If the words "Xu Lingjun" are used, the fee for a 1,000-word manuscript will have to rise even more.
Don't be too greedy, Lin Chaoyang warned himself.
I had nothing to do at work in the afternoon. Lin Chaoyang was holding a copy of Hao Ran's "Golden Avenue".
When he was a young literary man, he read a lot of foreign masterpieces in order to show his talent, but he dismissed the works of many domestic famous writers.
Now that I have matured and have time, I would like to make up for these works.
Haoran's works are the product of the typical "three prominence" creative principles, that is, the positive characters should be highlighted among all the characters; the heroic characters should be highlighted among the positive characters; and the main heroic characters should be highlighted among the heroic characters.
In the 1950s and 1960s, "Sunny Day" and "Golden Avenue" achieved his highlight moments. However, after the reform and opening up, his creative style quickly became old and outdated.
This not only involves the updating and iteration of the literary style itself, but also has a great influence on political factors.
Regardless of political factors, Lin Chaoyang always believes that works like "The Golden Path" are worthy of recognition and should be passed down.
Some people say that literature cannot be a stereotyped praise, but they don’t say that they have to describe it in the sewer, right?
One flower blooming alone is not spring, but a hundred flowers blooming together fills the garden.
"Morning sun!"
While Lin Chaoyang was reading, an acquaintance came to the closed library desk.
Ever since Liu Zhenyun found out that Lin Chaoyang was one year younger than him, the news spread quickly, and no one in the seventh-level Chinese department called him "brother" anymore, because the youngest ones in the class were all about the same age as him.
Ye Junyuan, the eldest student in their major, is thirty-two years old this year and is affectionately called "Old Ye" by his classmates.
Lin Chaoyang sniffed his nose and found a smell of cream in the air. It came from Zhang Yaozhong. He had never smelled it before.
Lin Chaoyang looked at Zhang Yaozhong carefully. This boy doesn't know how to fall in love, right?
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Zhang Yaozhong felt uncomfortable being stared at.
"Nothing. Why do you have time to come to me?"
Zhang Yaozhong pulled the classmate behind him over, "I came here specifically to ask you for advice on some creative matters."
Lin Chaoyang immediately glanced aside. Hu Wenqiong was reading seriously, so he probably didn't hear anything.
He winked at Zhang Yaozhong to signal him to stop talking nonsense, then said hello to Hu Wenqiong, and walked with them to the corner of the Sunshine Hall.
The person who followed Zhang Yaozhong to find Lin Chaoyang was his classmate Liang Zuo. He had a round face and small eyes, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. He was elegant and looked a bit festive. He didn't need Zhang Yaozhong to introduce him to Lin Chaoyang.
Liang Zuo didn't know about Lin Chaoyang before. He only learned about him when he went to watch a movie in Xiaoxi Tian'er. Yesterday, he accidentally learned from Zhang Yaozhong that Lin Chaoyang was the author of the recently popular "Wrangler".
Chapter completed!