After gaze at Lin Shusen, the old principal asked a question he was most concerned about:
"There are many more spaces left after "Cultural Journey"?"
Li Heng replied: "There are about 35 chapters left in the preset."
The old principal was surprised and didn't expect it to be so long. He said, "Your new book is well written and very skilled. Keep it going. If you need it, you can find a school."
Before I entered the school, someone felt so fucking that it was so good that he stretched out an olive branch. Li Heng responded and said, "I understand, thank you teacher."
Next, the two chatted for a while. What the old principal was most interested in was his creative inspiration and writing mental journey.
When he learned that he had read thousands of books since he was a child, and learned that he had prepared more than 140 books and documents for the creation of the new book "Cultural Journey". When he learned that in order to deeply understand and understand, he experienced most of China during the summer vacation, the old principal was in awe and nodded and said with relief: "This is the attitude of doing academic research, very good."
About 20 minutes later, the dining car entered the sleeper carriage, and Li Heng invited the old principal, Lin Shusen, and a group of people to have a meal.
Regarding Li Heng's identity as a writer, Mai Sui's mother and Sun Manning's mother did not refuse, except for spending a long time to get used to it, and both happily took the dinner.
After dinner, the old principal talked with Li Heng about classics, history, geography. It was not until 8 o'clock that he returned to the sleeper room next door due to physical fatigue.
When leaving, the old principal smiled and said to Li Heng: "Fortunately, Xiaolin didn't buy a soft bed, otherwise she would have missed it with you. This is fate."
Lin Shusen complained, the station is sold out, and you can't make a lot of flowers even if you want to buy it, unless you wait for tomorrow, but this wave is really not a loss.
Li Heng smiled and personally sent him to the next door.
Back in the carriage, seeing that Sun's mother and Mai Sui's mother were still looking at her with a strange look, Li Heng greeted her warmly:
"Aunt Mai, Aunt Sun, I'm bored, let's play cards."
The identity is different, and the appeal has increased significantly.
Sun Manning's mother sat over and sighed and said, "Hey, if the one in my family knew you were in December, you would be so angry that he couldn't eat for a week. He had been scolding him for two months, but you didn't say a word."
Li Heng smiled and said, "My fault, I have to come to his door and apologize to him when I go back during the winter vacation."
While drawing cards, Sun's mother asked gossip: "Listen to your English teacher, have you been a partner?"
He understood some things at once, and he immediately understood why the English teacher went outside and said that he had been with a partner. He probably was afraid of Liu Yejiang's rumors and worried that he would not gossip behind his back.
Li Heng nodded: "Well, we talked early, so the teacher's wife laughed."
Unexpectedly, Sun's mother said: "A writer, you can get a good conversation sooner, and experiencing feelings will help you write."
Listen! Listen! This is the influence of identity, which makes early love that teachers and parents hate evil can become beautiful talk.
This is so fucking like someone in later generations who say Jack Ma is very handsome and has the same effect.
Li Heng and Zhang Zhiyong, Sun's mother and Mai Sui's mother were playing the game.
Mai Xu, Sun Manning and Ophiopogon jockey were watching, often happily pointing at each other. The crowd talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was particularly good, and it didn't disperse until late at night.
There was Ophiopogon jackpot, but Li Heng was not pretentious and climbed onto the bed and slept and took a rest.
The mother of Mai, who couldn't sleep, whispered to her daughter, "Is Li Heng really a great writer?"
Mai Xu couldn't laugh or cry, "Mom, why are you still suspicious?"
Mai Mu looked at Li Heng who was sleeping carefully and shook her head: "It's not a doubt. As an outsider, I think this is too difficult! It's too incredible! This Li Heng probably has been in Wen Cang."
In the rural areas of Shao City, Wencang often means that Wenquxing descends to earth.
Recalling the violent psychological fluctuations when he learned that Li Heng was a masterpiece, Mai Sui agreed with this.
Ophiopogon japonicus on one side echoed: "I really didn't expect that great writers would equate with the young Li Heng. I was still a classmate of Suisui. I haven't recovered yet."
After sniffing for about an hour, Li Heng was woken up by Zhang Zhiyong: "Mr. Heng! Wake up! Wake up! Shanghai Stock Exchange is here!"
At this time, it was already bright outside, and the flight attendants were notifying each sleeper room:
"The Shanghai Stock Exchange Laobei Station is ahead, and it is also the terminal station of this train. Please pack your luggage and prepare to get off the train and take your children."
These days, the flight attendants are very responsible. They go through beds and see each other. When they see passengers who are not waking up, they will kindly wake them up.
Li Heng had not much luggage, only two bags. When the train slowed down and stopped, he followed everyone off the train and slowly moved towards the exit.
"Is this the Shanghai Stock Exchange? There are so many people, but why are they not as rich as I thought?" On the platform, Sun Manning looked around and said something disappointed.
Li Heng comforted, "This is a station, so it will naturally be a little defeated. It will be much better when you reach the city center."
Sun Manning asked: "Is Fudan University in the city center?"
"Well…"
Li Heng is also here in Shanghai for the second time in his life, but fortunately he did his homework in advance: "Fudan is located at No. 220 Handan Road, YP District. Although it is in the city, it is not a core area in the traditional sense."
You can find any old Shanghai Stock Exchange on the street. The real city center of the Shanghai Stock Exchange usually refers to HP District, JA District and other areas. These places are the commercial and administrative centers of the Shanghai Stock Exchange.
Of course, there is another saying, there are 7 central urban areas, including HP, JA, XH, CN, YP, HK and PT.
As for the Pudong New Area, which was extremely dazzling in later generations, it is still a piece of farmland now.
Even the Five-Key Plaza next to Fudan University is now just a prosperous place with a beginning of scale.
As soon as he arrived near the exit, Li Heng saw Zou Ping, the editor in the crowd, who held a cardboard sign with four big words "Li Heng! Li Heng!" written on it.
Later, Zhang Zhiyong also saw it and shouted excitedly: "Lao Heng, someone is here to pick you up."
With this shout, everyone who was walking with him looked over.
Zouping was not tall, and he was only 172 after he was suffocated. Li Heng felt that the other party was really taller than 170, but he was very good. He waved loudly when he saw him:
"Old Li, Li Heng, Li Heng, here, here."
Zou Ping originally wanted to call Teacher Li a habitually, but he was afraid of leaking information, so he tried to call him by his name directly.
Li Heng walked over and asked curiously: "Editor Zou, how do you know the train I took?"
Zou Ping helped him share a bag and explained: "I called Teacher Wang yesterday and she told me."
Li Heng turned his head and asked Sun Manning, "The English teacher knows the ticket?"
"I know, she asked about this when she was having dinner at our house the day before yesterday afternoon." Sun Manning said.
So that's it, just say that he didn't inform the other party before leaving. Unexpectedly, Zouping was too enthusiastic and volunteered to come.
After a few greetings, Zou Ping greeted: "I drove here, come with me."
Li Heng asked concernedly: "We have 7 people, can we sit down?"
Zou Ping said without any pressure: "I drove the largest van in the magazine and could take 9 people."
When passing through the station square, Li Heng saw three long queues at the entrance, with an old man wearing red armband maintaining order. He spoke Shanghainese dialect, his voice was rough and he was particularly arrogant.
But then again, although the Shanghai Stock Exchange was arrogant in the 1980s, their living environment was ridiculed by the people of the whole country. Not only was the room small, but the light was not good, and many houses were similar to pigeon sheds.
Later, it was wrong. Real estate privatization, and then prices rose sharply. People across the country rushed to the Shanghai Stock Exchange. They rented pigeon sheds and thought they had come to heaven, but at the same time cursed this heaven.
Although there are 9 seats in the van, it is still full of luggage, but this does not affect everyone's interest in the Shanghai Stock Exchange.
When the car started, the group of people had a calculation, including Li Heng, who shook the window glass down and followed the street view outside the car to see the flowers.
Even though the weather was still dry and hot at the end of August, even if everyone experienced a one-and-two night long-distance bus bumps, the beautiful girl and black stockings on the street, the young Chinese man held a blond and blue-eyed ocean horse in his hand, and various shops and a wide range of goods. The group was dazzling and novel.
Seeing that everyone was full of exploration, Zouping acted as a tour guide while driving:
"This is a church, this is a gymnasium, this is a bus station, this is Shikumen, this is a crematorium."
"What? Crematorium?" Zhang Zhiyong saw this thing for the first time and immediately poked his head out: "Does anyone have to send it here if they die?"
"Of course, no matter how old the official, a celebrity or an intellectual, he would come here for a walk after his death." Zou Ping said.
However, Zhang Zhiyong's next sentence almost made everyone vomit blood: "How long does it take to burn a person to turn into ashes when he dies? If it takes a long time to burn, is a crematorium enough? If it cannot be burned, will it all become unjust souls at night?"
Li Heng twisted his forehead into a black line, and he slapped directly at the back of his head: "Hey, can you speak well? If you can't speak, eat and shut up your mouth."
Mai Ophiopogon jerk interrupted at this time, "Not to mention big cities like the Shanghai Stock Exchange, a crematorium in Shaocheng is not enough.
I have a friend who works in a crematorium. Once when I was drinking and chatting, the other party said: Shao City has a large population base and is full every day.”
Zou Ping nodded when he heard this, "It's true. People are old, as if they were still 40 years old yesterday. They are seventy years old and eighty years old in a blink of an eye. They have to leave when they reach the right time, and no one can escape. As far as I know, there are more than four crematoriums in the Shanghai Stock Exchange."
With Zouping, a local, chatting, the group kept refreshing their new understanding of the Shanghai Stock Exchange. They didn’t feel tired all the way, but instead became energetic.
More than an hour later, the van drove into the YP area. At this time, Zou Ping, who was chatting, realized it and remembered to ask:
"Li, Li Heng, are you hungry? Do you want to have a meal first?"
Zou Ping still felt that he was very discordant when he shouted "Li Heng", but he didn't know the situation of everyone in the car, so he could only whine the bullet and shout.
Li Heng noticed the other party's strange emotions and said intimately: "Old Zou, you can just call me Lao Li in the future, but I would like to emphasize that Xiao Li is not good, so I can only call Lao Li."
"Hey, Comrade Li." Zou Ping was full of joy when he felt Li Heng's recognition of himself for the first time.
Li Heng discussed with Maidong and others and said, "School will be officially opened tomorrow. Please take us to find a hotel closer to Fudan University. You have to stay for one night tonight."
"OK."
In order to entertain Li Heng, Zou Ping obviously made sufficient preparations in advance. He almost took any detours and dragged everyone to the best hotel in Wujiao Plaza next door.
After asking for four rooms, when Li Heng and his friends finished taking a shower and changed their clothes, Zou Ping took them to the Blue Sky Hotel and introduced:
"The chef of Blue Sky Hotel is a chef who specializes in cooking for pilots in the army. The stir-fry and braised dishes are both delicious and delicious, and the steamed buns and dim sum is even more unique. Since the establishment of this hotel, the Songhu Hotel, which was once very popular, has declined.
Lao Li, if you are tired of eating food in the school cafeteria, you can come here to improve your food. You must order braised chicken feet and meat buns. The meat buns that are big in fists cost only 20 cents. Because they use flour specially supplied by the army, they are white and fine, and there are long queues at the door early in the morning every morning."
There were people coming and going, and there were indeed a lot of people in the hotel. Li Heng asked casually: "How much is the turnover of this hotel?"
Zou Ping shook his head: "I don't know how much the turnover is. They are under the control of the army and are not made public. However, I once heard from Editor Liao that it seems that the profit paid in a year exceeds 300,000."
"Huh, Editor Zou?"
Just as Li Heng and Zouping walked towards the hotel and chatted, the two of them came over, specifically a man and a woman.
The male Li Heng is still familiar with him, editor-in-chief Liao.
Female, um, I know her in theory, and I have seen the other person’s photos, but the other person doesn’t know her, Huang Zhaoyi.
It's really a bit of a narrow road for enemies, I didn't expect to meet each other here.
Huang Zhaoyi is about 30 years old, wearing a yellow spotted floral skirt, transparent high-heeled sandals, long hair fluttering, the ends of her hair should be made, slightly curled, and wearing a pair of sunglasses. She is extremely fashionable. She walked over and said:
"It's really you, Editor Zou, it looks a bit like it on the side. I didn't dare to recognize it for a while."
Zou Ping, who was very active before, respectfully called Huang Zhaoyi: "Teacher Huang, you are here too."
Li Heng didn't want to be too eye-catching, so he took a step back without any trace and moved to the next to the wheat ears. Then he looked at Editor Liao with a dark look. The two of them smiled tacitly, but they didn't say anything to each other.
After making polite conspiracy with Zou Ping, Huang Zhaoyi began to look at Li Heng and others.
Her eyes quickly flew over Zhang Zhiyong, Sun's mother and Mai's mother. Then she stayed on Mai Xu for two seconds, then stayed on Li Heng for two seconds, and finally looked at Ophiopogon japonicus.
Ophiopogon japonicus was seen for no reason, but fortunately, Huang Zhaoyi nodded slightly to him and looked away at the right time.
Later, Huang Zhaoyi sent an invitation to Zou Ping: "Editor Zou, Editor Liao and I are planning to have Chinese food. Do you want to come and have fun with your friends? There are so many people."
Zou Ping subconsciously looked at Li Heng, but when he saw that Li Heng did not respond, he politely refused:
"Thank you, Teacher Huang, but my friend and I have something to do today, so I'll invite you another day."
Huang Zhaoyi followed Zou Ping's gaze and looked at Li Heng again, then smiled and said, "Okay, then you can accompany your friends well and get together next time."
After saying that, Huang Zhaoyi and Editor-in-Chief Liao took the lead in the Blue Sky Hotel.
Staring at Huang Zhaoyi's back, Sun Manning said enviously: "So elegant, women in big cities are different."
Then she put her arm on the wheat ears and said, "But it's still not as beautiful as our wheat ears."
Mai Sui smiled softly and said, "No, I felt a literary atmosphere similar to Li Heng in the other party. It was very strong. Could it be that the other party was also a writer, right?"
Seeing everyone looking at him, Zou Ping said, "Miss Mai guessed halfway, but Teacher Huang is not a writer, but a literary critic, and a professor and Peking Opera performing artist at the Shanghai Opera Academy."
"Wow, so many titles, which one is the main business?" Sun Manning asked.
Zou Ping said: "The main business is Peking Opera performances, which are very famous in the circle."
The group whispered into the hotel, but Li Heng didn't say anything.
The wheat mother didn't say anything either.
She suddenly felt a sense of danger. The strange woman just now looked at her husband for the longest time, which made her at a loss.
Ophiopogon jabs thoughtfully with his wife's arm and whispered: "I'm the first time I'm here in Shanghai, and I don't know each other."
Hearing this, Mai Mu was relieved and said half-truely: "I will not be allowed to come to the Shanghai Stock Exchange in the next five years."
This wife was so desperate that she could not pursue her. She cherished her very much, so she didn't agree with her: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Mai Xu, who was walking at the end, heard his parents' conversation, quietly pulled Li Heng's sleeve, deliberately lagging behind a few steps and lowered his voice:
"Li Heng, do you know this Teacher Huang?"
Li Heng did not deny: "Comrade Mai Sui, you reacted quite quickly. I know her, but she doesn't know me."
Mai Sui smiled embarrassedly: "If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. The other party will not pay attention to us like this for no reason. Neither my parents nor Manning and his daughter have been to the Shanghai Stock Exchange and have no interaction with each other.
And you and Editor Liao from there smiled at each other. They obviously knew each other, but they didn't say hello directly. I think there is something else.
You are so famous for writing books, only you have the ability to attract people, and Teacher Huang should be for you."
"It's so amazing! I'm afraid of you. Can you not be so smart next time? Is it okay to pretend to be confused about my affairs?" Li Heng joked.
Mai Xu smiled softly, "Okay."
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