When I went out for a stroll, I met Su Tong, and Yu Dong was quite surprised.
"Brother, where are you going?"
Su Tong patted the bicycle and said with a smile: "Where else can we go? I just got off work and went home."
Yu Dong nodded. Su Tong should be the chief editor of "Zhongshan" magazine at the moment.
"Since..." Su Tong started to speak, then stopped, looked at Yu Dong up and down, and said again: "Is your name Yu Dong?"
When Su Tong called out his name, Yu Dong was a little surprised: "Brother, do you know me?"
Su Tong suddenly laughed. He was actually not sure, so he just tried to ask, but the other party's answer was tantamount to admitting that he was Yu Dong in disguise.
"I know you." Su Tong nodded.
But Yu Dong was still confused, because when he asked "do you know me", he actually meant "how do you know me", and the answer he wanted was not just "I know you".
Su Tong parked his bicycle, walked slowly to Yu Dong, and took out a pack of hibiscus from his pocket.
"Do you want to smoke?"
"No." Yu Dong shook his head.
Su Tong smiled, took out one and lit it with a match.
"I have read the article you published in Harvest." Su Tong exhaled a mouthful of smoke and said.
It turns out that this is the case, and Yu Dong probably has the answer in his mind. He has only published one article in "Harvest" in his life, and that was when he was a freshman, criticizing the lack of content in the works of many writers in the literary world at that time.
But he didn't expect Su Tong to have seen it, and even after several years, he still remembered it.
"The article is very good. I was just thinking about meeting you when I have time, but I didn't expect you to be assigned to Jinyi as a teacher." Su Tong laughed, and the two eye slits behind the lenses became longer and narrower: "
How is it, how are you doing in Jinyi?"
Yu Dong originally thought that Su Tong would catch him discussing the article, but unexpectedly the topic changed and he asked about life.
"I just came here yesterday and am getting used to it."
"You are no more wanton after work than when you were in school, but Principal Wu of Jinyi is very good. You can learn more from him."
"Principal Wu is indeed very good. Not only does he work hard, but he also takes good care of his new colleagues."
"I believe you will adapt to it soon." Su Tong lit the cigarette ashes, "I am currently working at "Zhongshan". If you have time, you can come and sit at my place."
"good."
Seeing Yu Dong nodding in agreement, Su Tong smiled, stood up with his unfinished cigarette, then got on the car and drove away.
Looking at Su Tong's back from a distance, Yu Dong was a little confused. His senior brother looked quite strange. It's a pity that the current era is too limited. If in later generations, Yu Dong would have taken out his mobile phone and talked to him.
Su Tong scans the QR code to add friends.
Su Tong was not only his senior, but also his favorite writer. The avant-garde group, including Yu Hua and Ge Fei, were all very good writers.
It's just that... Yu Dong suddenly patted his forehead, and he finally realized why he reacted like that when Su Tong mentioned the article he published in "Harvest".
His article criticized many early avant-garde writers. The two years when the avant-garde was popular did provide more possibilities for the Chinese literary world, but it also gave rise to a lot of empty ideas.
literary works.
The writer overly expresses images and prefers stream of consciousness, which results in the work falling behind in terms of story content and losing its foundation.
Even Su Tong's early works have this problem.
In other words, Yu Dong’s previous article also put Su Tong at gunpoint.
"Hey, I don't want to think about it anymore, go back."
Yu Dong shook his head and walked back to school under the moonlight. He still had a lot of things to do tonight.
Not only must I prepare my future work plan, but I must also continue writing my own science fiction novels.
…
In the next few days, the students were in military training, while Yu Dong held meetings here and there like going to the market, one small meeting a day and one big meeting every two days.
Whatever happens in the school, no matter whether it is big or small, a meeting must be held to vote on it. Small meetings on small things, big meetings on big things. Sometimes voting once is not enough, and it has to be done two or three times.
Sometimes a teacher has to report to the superior in order to adjust the class, and then he has to organize a meeting with leaders and relevant colleagues to vote. Yu Dong has experienced these things, so he doesn’t feel too uncomfortable. It’s just that every time there is a meeting,
The room was filled with smoke. Ten teachers had eight cigarettes. Everyone sat together, and the smoke was dispersed before the topic was clarified.
Yu Dong quit smoking on his own, but he had to guard against lung cancer caused by second-hand smoke.
In fact, no one wants to have a meeting, but when something really comes up, it seems impossible not to have a meeting. Even if we can discuss it in private, it is not as good as announcing it in person during the meeting, and it is more like maintaining a certain sense of ritual.
Some teachers also joke that they feel like they work in a "club".
At this time, "club" was a new word and did not have the sensitive connotation it would have in later generations, so the teacher dared to make such a joke.
On the sixth day of military training, Yu Dong had just finished an orientation seminar when he was called into the office by Wu Changxin.
Wu Changxin did not attend ordinary meetings, but he knew all the meetings in the school. So Wu Changxin also knew very well about Dong's recent itinerary.
As soon as Yu Dong arrived at the office, Wu Changxin asked with a smile: "These days, just the meetings, big and small, are enough to give you a headache."
While talking to Yu Dong, Wu Changxin temporarily put down his work and lit a cigarette for himself. He had heard Liu Changmin report several times about Yu Dong recently, and it was somewhat beyond his expectation. He did not expect that Yu Dong
I have just graduated and am now able to handle all matters large and small with ease.
He suddenly felt that his old friend Hu Yueming had not told the truth to him. When Hu Yueming called him at that time, he specifically mentioned: Yu Dong is a kid with solid literary theory and is very diligent, but he is not good at interpersonal communication and is rather boring.
Now it seems that is not the case at all.
Even if you don't listen to Liu Changmin's report, just looking at Yu Dong standing there, you can feel that he is not an unsociable person.
Yu Dong didn't know that his performance had subverted Wu Changxin's imagination, nor did he know that Wu Changxin had some kind of "misunderstanding" about his mentor Hu Yueming.
He smiled and replied: "I'm new here, so I can take advantage of the meeting to communicate more with other colleagues, which is what I really want."
"With me, you don't have to memorize music scores. I've also experienced these things. I called you here this time to ask if you know Su Tong?"
"Su Tong?" Yu Dong looked at Wu Changxin's expression, trying to figure out why he mentioned Su Tong, but nothing could be seen on Old Wu's smiling face.
He muttered: "I think we know each other."
Chapter completed!