Hello 1983

  Chapter 83

   "Director Lu, there is something wrong in the village, my brother-in-law can't leave, why don't I accompany you to the house first."

  Liu Qingshan saw Gao Wenxue's posture, and he would definitely not move the place before He Jiakang left, so he took the initiative to invite people from the cultural center.

  The curator Lu waved his hand: "Not busy, let's take a look first."

  He was also a little strange: Why do our dear writer comrades in Bishui County fight with others?

  This kind of moment must be supported.

So Director Lu said to Gao Wenxue with a happy face: "Writer Gao, our county cultural center needs young and promising writers like you, so before I came, I had already communicated with the county and wanted to put your The organizational relationship has been transferred to the cultural center."

  Transfer to work, then don’t you have to eat the food supply, serve the iron rice bowl, and become a national cadre?

  Among the villagers, there was another burst of exclamation. This is the dream of each of them. They never expected that Gao Wenxue would realize it all at once.

   Curator Lu is very satisfied with this effect: As long as the other party is not stupid, he will never refuse.

   But unexpectedly, the writer Gao shook his head: "I am a farmer, and I have been a farmer all my life."

   While talking, he still stuck his neck and stared at He Jiakang.

  The people in the village were also in a hurry. The old party secretary and Captain Zhang all came together and tried to persuade him.

  Captain Zhang also persuaded: "Yes, that's a bubble of stinky dog ​​shit. The surface will dry out in the sun. If you poke it with a stick, the smell will come out again."

  He Jiakang next to him almost died of nausea: whoever said that the old farmer is not good enough, this curse is almost full of words!

  Gao Wenxue still shook his head: "I am not angry with He Jiakang, he is not worthy."

  After speaking, he turned to Director Lu, and said with a little apology: "The main reason is that I'm going to the office, sitting in the office, drinking tea and reading newspapers. When the will is worn down, everyone will soon disappear."

  Although these words are too straightforward and not very pleasant to listen to, Curator Lu is more convinced in his heart: As expected of a writer, this way of thinking is different from ordinary people.

   So Director Lu nodded with a smile: "Okay, everyone has his own ambitions. I respect Writer Gao's decision, but the writer still needs to find an organization."

  The most basic organization of writers is the Writers Association, in addition to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, Gao Xuexue is still clear about this.

   "Fill out two forms in a while, report to the regional Writers Association, and then report to the Provincial Writers Association. With the high level of writers, it will be a matter of time before you join the National Writers Association. I will congratulate you in advance."

   Director Lu is considered a cultural person after all, and his speech is still very pleasant.

  Gao Xuexue has no objection to joining the Writers Association. After all, this is a good place for colleagues to communicate, and it also has a certain social status and influence.

  Especially when dealing with people like He Jiakang, if there is a strong organization standing behind them, the fighting power will definitely increase rapidly.

  Gao Xuexue just had a unique idea and was not really stupid, so he nodded and agreed without hesitation.

   This also made Curator Lu secretly heave a sigh of relief: Fortunately, two goals, one of which is completed, and the job can be done when you go back.

   Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if the representative representing the province to participate in the national literary seminar is not a member of the Writers Association.

  After dealing with the matter here, Gao Xuexue turned to He Jiakang again, and said word by word: "I hope that if you have time, you can buy a copy of the first issue of Harvest magazine next year."

  He Jiakang snorted: "What are you doing?"

  Gao Xuexue said lightly: "Because there will be a novel I published on it, the name is Shan Xing!"

   Mountain apricot?

  He Jiakang's mind is running so fast that he can think of it with his toes. In this novel, what image will he be portrayed by Gao Wenxue?

  The villain, the absolute villain.

   A chill came to He Jiakang's heart, and he stared at Gao Wenxue with vicious eyes like a wolf.

  Gao Wenxue also looked at him quietly, just like the pseudonym he gave himself: majestic as a mountain.

   After a long time, He Jiakang finally calmed down, and put on a smile that he thought was sincere: "Literature, we are all educated youths who share weal and woe, why is this so?"

"Different road non-phase plan."

  Gao Wenxue threw down these words loudly, and then drew on the ground with his toes: "From now on, we will end our friendship on the ground."

   After finishing speaking, he nodded towards Director Lu: "Director Lu, let's go, come to my house first."

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  He Jiakang stomped his feet angrily, but for Gao Wenxue, neither his identity nor his girlfriend's family background seemed to have any effect.

  Of course Liu Qingshan will continue to stay here, but he just put the apricot on the ground and asked the fourth brother to lead her and go home with the eldest brother-in-law first.

  No matter what the result is, the impact of this incident on Shanxing must be negative, and this child has suffered.

   Some villagers also dispersed, and went home for lunch. He Jiakang's girlfriend also pulled him to leave.

  But He Jiakang knew that he couldn't leave. Once he stepped out of Jiapigou, his reputation would most likely be ruined.

  In this era when everyone still cares about fame, he cannot bear the consequences.

  But he didn’t have any confidence in getting Gao Wenxue done. He knew Gao Wenxue too well when he was an educated youth together.

  Using the words of the local people to describe it, that is to bite a **** peg and not change the gang for a twist.

   "Jiakang, let's go. When we get to the capital, I'll help you find Grandpa Ba of Harvest Magazine. Just don't allow that article to be published."

  The woman still comforted He Jiakang softly, and these words also made the latter ecstatic, and saw the dawn of hope again.

  He was about to call his girlfriend's name, but there was an exclamation from behind: "Hey, Xiao Ling, it's really you, why are you here?"

  Chu Yunling also looked back, and also exclaimed in her mouth: "Sister Hongying, why are you here!"

  Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land is probably the case. The two girls hug each other tightly excitedly. They have been playmates since childhood, and their relationship is naturally extraordinary.

  Liu Qingshan watched silently from the side, he guessed before: this Teacher Yang must have an unusual family background.

  The scene now confirmed his thoughts: at least, Yang Hongying and that Xiaoling were on the same level.

  In the end, he sneaked to a place like Jiapigou. I don't know what happened?

   Soon he put away his gossip: don't care about her, just treat her as a teacher for the children in Jiapigou Village.

   While Liu Qingshan was pondering, he saw Yang Hongying waving at him, so he could only walk over with a smile.

   "Let me introduce, this is Chu Yunling, my good sister, you should call her Miss Xiaoling; this is Xiaoshanzi, he can be considered my younger brother, his nickname is Sanfeng, hehe."

  Yang Hongying introduced to both parties that she didn't know what happened just now. After school, she corrected her homework for a while in the classroom and missed the big show.

  Liu Qingshan didn't have much opinion of Chu Yunling, the other party seemed to be a relatively simple silly girl, as long as He Jiakang had a few sweet words, he would probably be coaxed to find her way out.

  So he cheerfully called out "Miss Xiaoling", without any pressure in his heart.

   On the contrary, Chu Yunling has a strong opinion on Liu Qingshan, she just saw that this half-child has been fighting against her sweetheart, and the most hateful thing is that he is even sideways.

   "What's the matter with you, what happened just now?"

  Yang Hongying also noticed that something was wrong, and began to ask questions.

  Liu Qingshan twisted his mouth and said: "It's nothing, Shan Xing's father is here, he wants to take her away, and he also found her a stepmother by the way."

   While talking, he also glanced at Chu Yunling with a smile.

  In an instant, Yang Hongying felt a wave of anger rushing straight to the top of her head. Shan Xing was her favorite student, smart and kind, with a poor background, and she loved her even more.

  Even in her heart, she treated Shan Xing as a younger sister, and she once scolded Shan Xing's irresponsible father more than once in her heart.

   Unexpectedly, I actually met her today, and what was even more unexpected was that she actually lied to her good sister.

  Yang Hongying raised her eyebrows and pointed at He Jiakang: "You scum, scum!"

   This word is still learned from Xiao Shanzi, and it really relieves my anger when I use it here.

  He Jiakang also realized something was wrong. He had heard the name Yang Hongying from Chu Yunling a long time ago, and Qi Qi also knew that Xiaoling admired this sister very much, and if Yang Hongying disrupted the situation, there might be big trouble.

  However, this guy's face is really thick enough. After being scolded so badly, he still had a smile on his face: "So it's Sister Hongying, hello, hello, I've heard Xiaoling talk about you a long time ago."

   "You don't get close, I'll settle the score with you later!"

  Yang Hongying gave him a gouged look, and then angrily dragged Chu Yunling aside, chattering, whispering something.

  Seeing this situation, He Jiakang's forehead also began to sweat slowly: he is not afraid of these poor guys in Jiapigou, and he is not even afraid of Gao Wenxue's stinky stone.

  What he is most afraid of is that once he loses the backing of Chu Yunling, it will be difficult to stand up again.

  The voices of the two women who were whispering over there also gradually increased, as if there was a dispute between them.

  Liu Qingshan can roughly guess some. With Yang Hongying's character of jealousy, he will definitely persuade Chu Yunling to give up He Jiakang.

  But Yang Hongying didn't know that a woman in love couldn't listen to other people's persuasion, even the best sister.

   Sure enough, when the two of them came back, their expressions were not very good-looking.

  Chu Yunling got into the car without saying a word, and the driver quickly got into the driving seat.

  He Jiakang looked at it, panicked, and hurried to pull the car door, but he couldn't pull it open.

  At this time, the car had already started and was moving forward. He Jiakang didn't know whether he was acting badly on purpose, or he was unprepared. Anyway, he was taken by the car, fell to the ground with a thud, and rolled forward several times.

  The car door finally opened, and He Jiakang climbed into the car, and the car kicked up a trail of dust and left Jiapigou.

   Oh, get out, get out!

   Behind, the sound of the little dolls booing sounded.

"I am so angry!"

  Yang Hongying was still at ease with that frowning stare, her face full of unwillingness.

  Liu Qingshan also sighed secretly, and said comfortingly: "Everyone has the right to choose their own path, old lady, you can't control it, you are now an ordinary teacher in our Jiapigou Village Primary School."

  Yeah, I can't even handle my own affairs well, so what right do I have to manage others?

  Yang Hongying looked sad, but the knot in her heart was finally solved.

   Still unwilling, she glanced at Liu Qingshan: "Sanfeng, you called me old lady just now, right? Am I that old?"

  Seeing that she started to twirl her fingers, Liu Qingshan hurried away, explaining:

   "I call you old sister to separate from my own sister, not to say whether you look good or not."

  Yang Hongying yelled sharply from behind: "Sanfeng, come here, let me twist my ears, let me vent my breath first."

  Co-authoring I became a punching bag, Liu Qingshan didn't dare to stop, he ran more happily.

   These big sisters, whether they are kissing or doing it, they can't afford to provoke one or two.

  (end of this chapter)