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Chapter 136, Conquer, the English teacher's troubles (Please subscribe!)
The Three Gorges is not far from Dongting Lake. We transferred at Changshi Railway Station late at night and arrived early the next morning.

In history, when Fan Zhongyan wrote Yueyang Tower, it was September 15, which was a perfect time of autumn. The sky was clear and bright, and Li Heng and his four companions were lucky enough to see a clear sky.

"Li Heng, is this the hotel you and your editor agreed to meet at?"

After searching for a while, Li Ran pointed to the state-owned hotel in front of the right and asked.

"It seems to be this one."

There are state-owned hotels almost everywhere these days, so they are not difficult to find.

Li Heng and his companions took out their introduction materials and quickly completed the check-in procedures.

Just as he turned around and was about to follow the waiter upstairs, two people came down the stairs. One of them looked familiar. Who else could it be but editor Zou Ping?

"Teacher Li!"

When he suddenly met him, Zouping's face was full of joy. How can I describe this expression? It was like a stray dog ​​meeting its owner and finding a home.

In fact, he was also frightened by the editor-in-chief.

Li Heng was carrying his dream of becoming a gold medal editor. Before he came here, Editor-in-Chief Liao joked that he should not care, but it sounded a wake-up call for him, and he cherished this big, thick leg even more.

"Editor Zou, good morning."

Zouping quickly introduced Editor-in-Chief Liao next to him, "This is Editor-in-Chief Liao from our Harvest magazine. He came here specially after hearing that you were writing a new novel."

"Hello, Editor-in-Chief Liao, welcome to Xiangnan. Due to the bad weather in the Three Gorges, we were delayed for one more day. Sorry to have kept you waiting."

Li Heng was one day late than the agreed date. He was sincere and explained the reason as soon as they met.

The purpose, of course, is to make those who are waiting feel better.

Editor-in-Chief Liao is a slightly older man, with a square face, a full forehead, a neatly combed back hair, a pair of thick beer bottle glasses, and a fountain pen on his chest. He looks both serious and elegant.

"Hello December, I heard that you had a new novel coming out, so I rushed over. Please don't blame me for not notifying you in advance."

Seeing how young he was, Editor-in-Chief Liao wanted to call him by his name, but that seemed strange, so he simply called him by his pen name in a warm tone.

Li Heng naturally noticed this and said with a smile: "Just call me Xiao Heng, that's what my elders in the family call me."

"Hey, have you had breakfast?" Editor-in-Chief Liao looked around at the other three people and asked cheerfully.

"Not yet. I just checked in. I took a night train and my body is a little greasy. I want to take a shower before going out to eat." The English teacher is a very clean person. He must clean himself up before eating so that he will have an appetite. Li Heng is just trying to please him.

"Then you go into the room and wash up first. We'll wait for you downstairs to have breakfast together." Editor-in-Chief Liao stepped aside and let the four people go upstairs.

"it is good."

Li Heng nodded, briefly introduced the three English teachers, and hurried upstairs.

At this time, the hotel waiter looked at Li Heng's glasses strangely, and the words "Teacher Li", "Editor-in-Chief of Harvest Magazine", "Writing New Novel" and "December" kept echoing in his mind.

As he was thinking, the waiter, who had a businesslike attitude just now, made a 3-degree turn. After enthusiastically sending Li Heng and three others to their room on the third floor, he ran downstairs like the wind and told the manager the news he had just heard.

After hearing this, the manager was stunned and shocked. He quickly served tea to Editor-in-Chief Liao and Zou Ping who were waiting on the sofa in the living room. Then he couldn't help but ask carefully:

“Are you the editor-in-chief of Harvest magazine?”

Editor-in-Chief Liao was not surprised to hear this and nodded with a smile.

The manager pointed downstairs with his right hand and couldn't help asking, "Who is the teacher Li upstairs that's worth your personal trip?"

Editor-in-Chief Liao thought this was a wonderful person and said with a smile, "That's the answer in your heart."

"Oh, it's true! It's really the great writer December who wrote "To Live"!" After getting the confirmation, the manager became even more excited, with excitement in his eyes and face.

Thinking of Li Heng's low-key style and knowing that he had just revealed his identity, Editor-in-Chief Liao immediately begged, "Please keep it a secret for us."

"Don't worry, our staff is very tight-lipped. I'll go and tell him right away."

The manager went back to the counter and said to the waiter, "Keep your mouth shut. It looks like the other party doesn't want to reveal their whereabouts."

"Then can I ask December for an autograph? My mother is his reader and likes his novels very much. She always says that 'To Live' is powerful and gives her the courage to live." The waiter said seriously.

The manager thought for a moment and patted him on the shoulder: "I understand how you feel. But don't bother him now. I still want his autograph. Wait until he's about to leave before you do it secretly."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." The waiter's eyes were burning with excitement, and he really wanted to run home to tell his disabled but strong-willed mother the news that Li Heng had come to Dongting Lake.

upstairs.

After washing up, the English teacher asked, "Why is the editor-in-chief of Harvest magazine here too?"

Li Heng said proudly: "I am famous."

The English teacher sneered: "Haha, are you sure you're not worried about the subject matter of your essay?"

Li Heng looked into her eyes and asked clearly, "Teacher, be honest, do you think my writing is bad?"

The English teacher was inexplicably unwilling to look him in the eye and shook her long hair neatly. "It's just so-so."

"Wow! It's just average. Our lovely teacher watched over me while I wrote day and night, and I thought I wrote very well." Li Heng muttered.

The English teacher held her eyes down with her fingertips, smiled and squinted, and warned: "Write your book well, don't think about anything else."

Li Heng stretched lazily: "I didn't think about anything, teacher, don't think too much."

The English teacher suddenly became impatient and squeezed out a cold word from between his teeth: "Get lost!"

"Hey, you are such a boring person. You always start swearing at people when we are having a good chat." Li Heng complained.

Hearing this, the English teacher just looked at him and smiled without explaining anything. The teacher's attitude was so arrogant.

The four of them met in the corridor, went downstairs and went out to have breakfast with Editor-in-Chief Liao and Zou Ping. It was not a sumptuous breakfast, just a simple bowl of noodles.

It seems that eating rice noodles is very popular in southern Shonan and you can find it everywhere.

However, according to Li Heng's experience, except for the rice noodles in Changshi which are a mess and cannot be imported, the noodles in other places have their own characteristics and are really not bad.

He was particularly puzzled about this. What on earth were those rice noodle shops in Changshi thinking? How could such a bad taste be preserved for so many years? Oh! This was also a mystery.

After breakfast, Editor-in-Chief Liao and Zou Ping followed Li Heng into his room eagerly.

Do you know why they come here?

Li Heng didn't waste any words. As soon as he closed the door, he took out the manuscript from his bag and placed it on the table: "Here they are. There are only 6 articles for now."

Looking at the six stacks of manuscripts of varying thicknesses, Chief Editor Liao slowly moved his gaze from the first stack to the last. After being silent for half a minute, he swallowed back many words that were on the tip of his tongue, took the first stack, and began to flip through them.

The one he took was the first one, the one called “The Taoist Tower”.

Outside the gate of Mogao Grottoes, there is a river. Across the river, there is an open space with several pagodas built high and low for monks to pass away. The pagodas are round, gourd-shaped, and white on the outside. From the collapsed ones, it can be seen that a wooden stake is erected in the center of the pagoda, and the surroundings are made of yellow mud, and the base is built with blue bricks. The monks who have been the abbots of Mogao Grottoes have never been rich, and this can be proved from here. As the sun sets and the north wind blows, this dilapidated group of pagodas looks even more desolate.
After reading the first paragraph, Editor-in-Chief Liao was attracted by the beautiful words and the pictures that he could not help imagining. After reading two more pages, all his doubts disappeared. When he read half of the first article, Editor-in-Chief Liao's appearance and demeanor changed, from casual to cautious. The manuscript that was originally spread out on the table was invisibly in his hands. He held it with both hands, and his eyes were gentle and cherished as if he was looking at a child.

The more you watch, the slower it gets, the calmer your heart becomes, the more you savor it, and the more shocked you become…

In just a few minutes, Editor-in-Chief Liao changed his identity, as if he had transformed from a challenger into a devout apprentice.

The leader's dignified appearance and selfless expression made Zouping feel itchy.

Seeing that the editor-in-chief was conquered, Zou Ping didn't care anymore. He picked up another article and started reading it while sitting on another chair.

There were 6 stacks of manuscripts, and it was impossible to read them all at once. Li Heng simply ignored them and went to visit the English teacher's room next door.

"How is it? What's Editor-in-Chief Liao's reaction?" The English teacher lowered his voice and asked with concern.

Li Heng blinked, "Teacher, you don't believe me?"

After staring at each other for a few seconds, he said, "My door is not closed tightly."

When the English teacher heard this, she quietly walked out, and after a while, she came back.

It was Li Heng's turn to ask proudly: "How is it?"

The English teacher was happy for him: "Congratulations! It seems my vision was right."

She wanted to say that she loved the new book very much, and she felt a sense of pride and joy when she saw professionals such as Editor-in-Chief Liao and Zou Ping were also immersed in the world of the book.

But when he looked up and received Li Heng's weird eyes, the English teacher's face suddenly turned cold. He walked past him without saying a word and sat down beside the bed.

Li Heng saw this and said, "Teacher, you should stand by the window and look up at the bright moon. That would be more charming."

"Where does the bright moon come from in broad daylight? Get out of here! Hurry up!" The English teacher laughed angrily, crossed his hands over his chest and glanced at him sideways.

Instead of leaving, Li Heng sat down on the chair opposite her.

Question: "Teacher, you have been traveling with us for a whole summer. Do you have enough money?"

It can be said that this teacher is stubborn. Originally, Li Heng always paid for her transportation and room fees together, but she would always put the money back into Li Heng's pocket afterwards.

He threatened him: "If you don't accept this money, I will return to Shao City immediately."

Faced with these dignified words, Li Heng simply couldn't muster up the slightest bit of temper.

They all follow suit, including the stupid one and Li Ran. Apart from the occasional dinner, they all pay for the car and room fees out of their own pockets. They are all so fucking unique.

The English teacher was still angry: "It's not enough, I will go back tomorrow."

Li Heng said: "No, stay and join us."

The English teacher interrupted: "You're going to stay here and starve?"

Li Heng said: "How can I let you starve? You are my beloved teacher. I will definitely take good care of you and make you plump and white."

The English teacher looked him in the eye and said, "Why don't I see any respect or admiration in your eyes?"

Li Heng retorted: "You're still not respectful? Do you want me to put up a tablet and offer it as a sacrifice?"

"Cheers! Haha!"

The English teacher clasped her hands together and said, "If I hadn't seen that you have a talent for writing, I would have gouged your dog eyes eight hundred times."

I…!
Damn it, I really didn't mean it.
Sin! Sin!
He glanced at him unconsciously and was caught on the scene again. Li Heng looked away without leaving a trace, but the English teacher did not let him go easily this time. He stared at his profile with a sneer on his face.

For a moment, she looked at him, and he was staring at the calendar on the wall. The room suddenly became silent and you could hear a pin drop.

I don't know how long it has been like this.
Finally, the English teacher took a step back, retracted his gaze and said, "I remember that Song Yu was born in Dongting Lake."

Li Heng hummed.

The English teacher asked, "Do you want to go find her?"

Li Heng didn't shy away from it: "Of course."

The English teacher glanced at him and asked worriedly, "You were like that with Chen Zijin in Beijing, and now you're chasing after Song Yu here. Aren't you afraid that you'll get burned one day?"

Li Heng was silent, and then said, "I have no way out."

The English teacher mocked: "You are lustful, look how difficult it is for you."

Li Heng ignored her sneer and sighed, "Teacher, you don't understand."

"Haha!" The English teacher gave me a look of contempt as always.

Alas, this teacher comrade is not a good person. I can’t stay here anymore. Amid her sarcasm, Li Heng stood up and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, the English teacher suddenly said something that was out of my expectation. "Li Heng, what do you think about me teaching in Shanghai?"

Li Heng turned around blankly: "Going to Shanghai? A sudden idea? Or did your best friend Yu Sheheng ask you to go?"

"Yu Shuheng."

"Yes, that's the name."

"I'm tired of them," said the English teacher.

Li Heng sat down again, "Uncle and aunt?"

The English teacher nodded and shook her head: "I often see her and her new lover on the street."

She was referring to her mother who was an English teacher, and her new love was of course her second husband.

Li Heng said: "Shanghai is a good place. If you want to go there, go there as soon as possible. You and your bestie will be there for company."

The English teacher thought for a moment, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, go away. I want to be quiet for a while."

The third time he was told to get out, Li Heng got a little angry, "Hey, stop yelling at me to get out all the time. After this summer vacation, I will really get out. You won't see me again. Bye."

The English teacher stared at him as he left indignantly, and laughed silently. But she only laughed for a moment and then she couldn't laugh anymore.

As the door closed, she stared at the empty chair in a daze. After a long while, she found a pen and paper from her bag and began to write:
Shuheng, happy to see your letter!
I shouldn't be writing to you again so soon, but I have a lot of things in my heart that I want to share with you.

I followed him out again. I went to the Three Gorges a few days ago and am now at Dongting Lake. His writings are more beautiful, but I am more irritated.
Forget about coming to Shanghai to teach. My personality is not suited to big cities.
After leaving the English teacher's room, Li Heng went to knock on the door, but to no avail.

He ran downstairs to ask the waiter, and the waiter told him that Zhang Zhiyong and Li Ran were letting themselves go as usual and had disappeared long ago.

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