1987 My Era

Chapter 76, a century-old classic, a big fuss (please subscribe!)

living room.

Song Yu came to the coffee table and first wiped the water droplets on her hands with a dry handkerchief, then sat down and took the red receiver.

"Hello, who are you?"

"Song Yu, it's me."

As expected, it was indeed Zijin's call. Song Yu asked with concern:

"You're a week later this month than usual. Are you okay?"

"Fortunately, I was quite busy these days and didn't have much free time. Also, my mother seemed to have noticed something and kept a closer eye on me than before. I couldn't find an opportunity for a while, and I had to bribe my younger sister with money to cover for me before I found the opportunity today." Chen Zijin on the other end of the phone said while looking back.

Seeing his sister looking at him, Chen Zitong, who was squatting in the corner outside on guard, ate a banana with his left hand and raised his right hand high, making a gesture that everything was fine.

Song Yu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Auntie, do you really not think highly of Li Heng?"

This was Chen Zijin's most sensitive question, and it directly hurt her soul.

After a long silence, she confided in frustration: "Now, let alone looking forward to it, no one in the family dares to mention anything related to him in front of her. Even my uncles and aunts have been treated the same way."

The uncle and aunt that Chen Zijin mentioned naturally refers to Li Jianguo and Tian Run'e.

Song Yu asked: "What are you going to do? Will you keep dragging it on like this?"

Chen Zijin didn't say anything at first, and after a long while he replied dejectedly: "I know that dragging it on like this is not a solution, but I have no better solution."

Song Yu thought for a moment and said, "He and I are deskmates now."

Chen Zijin was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "He took the initiative to find you, didn't he?"

Song Yu calmed down for a few seconds, then said "hmm" honestly.

Chen Zijin grabbed a piece of paper with his right hand, and crumpled it into a ball in annoyance. After a while, he said, "It seems that Manning and Mai Sui still prefer you."

This seemingly plain sentence actually tells the whole story of the relationship between the two people, and also tells the whole story of Li Heng's thoughts.

Song Yu remained silent, listening quietly to the breathing sounds on the other end of the phone.

As if he could see Song Yu's condition through the phone line, Chen Zijin suddenly smiled sadly and said:
"Actually, I already knew that. My aunt went to No. 1 Middle School some time ago and came back to tell me that you and he were deskmates."

Hearing this, Song Yu was not surprised at all, but asked: "Do you know who your aunt is looking for in No. 1 Middle School?"

Chen Zijin was worried, "Did she find Li Heng?"

Song Yu said: "It should be. I saw them appear at the school gate together."

She really wanted to tell her that Li Heng had successfully submitted his article, but when she remembered Li Heng's request for confidentiality, she swallowed the words back.

Chen Zijin asked hurriedly: "Did my aunt make things difficult for him? Is he doing well in his studies recently?"

Song Yu said, "I don't know what happened when they met, but Li Heng has made great progress in his studies recently and won a special scholarship this time."

Chen Zijin's tone became a little higher, and he seemed a little happy: "Really?"

"Yes."

"Who replaced you?"

"The wheat ear is 0.1 point short."

Chen Zijin asked with anticipation, "Do you think he will be able to pass the exam to Beijing? Can he be admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University?"

Song Yu was not sure how to answer this question because she had no idea what Li Heng was really thinking.

Then the two girls chatted about many trivial matters in life as usual, including study, exams, and the big and small things happening around them.

As they chatted, Chen Zijin suddenly asked, "Has he been around Xiao Han since I came to Beijing?"

She had never mentioned Xiao Han in front of her high school friends before.

One is that she doesn't want to mention it.

Second, she is not afraid of Xiao Han.

But today.
When Song Yu finally confessed to him that she and Li Heng sat at the same table, Chen Zijin let go of her grudge and took the initiative to mention her best friend who was both her friend and her enemy.

Xiao Han?

This name made Song Yu instinctively think of what happened a few days ago at the cafeteria entrance when Xiao Han came over and bumped into her right arm.

She didn't realize anything at the time, but Zijin's reminder made her realize it, and when she thought about Li Heng's reaction at the time, she was stunned, and then she realized what was happening.

Seeing Zijin's frankness, Song Yu put herself in his shoes and did not hide anything: "No, I didn't before, but I think I have had contact this semester."

"I knew it! I knew it!" After hearing her best friend's reply, Chen Zijin bit her lower lip and said it twice in a slightly heavy tone.

The two repeated sentences further confirmed Song Yu's guess.

Chen Zijin asked: "Who contacted whom? It was Xiao Han who took the initiative, right?"

Song Yu shook her head: "I didn't pay much attention."

Hearing this, Chen Zijin looked up at the ceiling for a while, and finally asked: "Did he ask me?"

Song Yu said calmly, "Yes. This morning he asked me for your return address and phone number, but I haven't given them to him yet."

At this point, the two of them paused their conversation tacitly, and there was silence for a while.

After a long while, Chen Zijin weighed the pros and cons and suppressed his inner urge:
"Don't give it to him yet. Wait a little longer. I'll contact him when the time comes. Don't get me wrong. This is for his own good."

"Okay." Song Yu responded.

Chen Zijin did not give the specific reason for not giving it.

Song Yu didn't ask either.

Before hanging up, Song Yu hinted with some reluctance: "If Li Heng becomes a powerful person in the future, what about you two?"

Chen Zijin smiled bitterly: "Don't you know my mother's bad temper? She is harder than the stone in the toilet. It is useless for ordinary people to be on top of her.

She was so angry that she swore in front of the Chen family's ancestral tablets that she would never marry Li Heng even if she killed me. And..."

Song Yu didn't say anything to interrupt and waited for the next step.

Chen Zijin paused for a moment and continued, "Moreover, the whole family stands on my mother's side. They often stir up trouble in front of her and say all kinds of bad things about Li Heng. I...ah!"

Song Yu was silent. It is said that every family has its own problems. As an outsider, she had no way and no right to judge a family like the Chen family.

At this moment, Chen Zitong, who was on guard outside, suddenly widened her eyes. She didn't expect that she had just slipped away and her mother came rushing towards her. She was so scared that she quickly shrank back and turned around to run.

While running, he did not forget to inform his sponsor sister: "Grandpa! Grandpa! Mom is going to beat me, come and help me!"

Hearing the heart-wrenching screams outside, Chen Zijin turned around and saw a frosty face, "Song Yu, I'm going to die."

"Wait a minute." Song Yu shouted quickly.

Chen Zijin paused and put the receiver back to his ear. Song Yu knew that time was running out, so she finished her words in one breath: "If you have time, go read Harvest magazine and find a writer with the pen name "December"..."

At the last critical moment, for the sake of peace of mind, she violated Li Heng's confidentiality request and told him her pen name "December".

In fact, Li Heng did not say that he must keep it a secret from Chen Zijin, he just told himself in general not to tell anyone.

Since he told me about the writer, Zijin should be aware of this, right?

Song Yu thought so.

After ending the call, she put the receiver back and sat quietly on the sofa for a while, thinking about their conversation before getting up and going outside to the yard to continue helping her mother pluck the duck feathers.

"Who called just now?" Jiang Yue asked.

Song Yu rolled up her sleeves and prepared to get busy: "Chen Zijin."

Jiang Yue asked: "She is studying in Beijing. How are her grades? I heard it is easier to get into Tsinghua University or Peking University there."

Song Yu said, "It should be fine. She didn't say anything specific, so I didn't ask."

As the mother and daughter were chatting, Jiang Yue suddenly said to her daughter, "Go get your dad a cup of tea. I've seen him touch the empty cup several times.

I don’t know what article he was reading, he was so absorbed in it that he didn’t even want to move.”

Song Yu got up and went into the house to fetch a thermos. While filling the empty cup, she glanced at the "Harvest" magazine in her father's hand.

When she saw her father reading To Live, she couldn't help but ask, "Dad, is the author of this novel December?"

Song Shi stared at the page without blinking and answered perfunctorily, "It seems so."

Seeing her father like this, Song Yu stopped disturbing him and quietly went back to help.

Around 5pm.

Jiang Yue fried the duck and prepared three other dishes. When she served the three dishes and a soup on the table, she shouted to the outside of the door:
"Old Song, it's time to eat."

There was no response from outside the door, not even the perfunctory response from before.

Jiang Yue shouted again: "My daughter has to go to school soon, let's eat first and then watch."

"Oh, okay." This time Song Shi actually uttered two words, but he still didn't raise his head, let alone move his butt.

Jiang Yue raised her eyebrows and said to her daughter beside her, "Go, bring your father in, I'll serve the food."

Song Yu didn't want to do this at first, but since she could remember, the three of them always ate together in an orderly manner, and if anyone had something to do, they would wait.

"Dad, let's eat first and watch later, otherwise the food will get cold." Song Yu came to his side and whispered softly.

"Eh!" Song Shi sighed with lingering regret.

If it was his wife, he could still turn a blind eye, but when it came to his daughter, he was as obedient as a child.

"Old Song, what article are you reading? Is it that interesting? I see you haven't moved for the whole afternoon. This is not good for your health." Jiang Yue handed him a pair of chopsticks.

Song Shi pointed to To Live in the magazine and said in a very admiring tone: "Of course it's good. After reading this novel, I understand why my manuscripts are always rejected by those big literary journals.

The gap is so huge that I can only look up to you and will never be able to write about you.”

After being together for decades, this is the first time I see my husband so convinced about something.

Jiang Yue, who was very curious, was no longer in a hurry to eat. He took the magazine and flipped through it, jokingly saying, "What's so good about it? You are a school leader and a professor. Is it worthy of such praise?"

What's so good about it?
This is a question worth pondering.

Song Shi, who had not yet fully awakened from the world in the book, pondered for a while and said, "With my literary attainments, I don't want to say how great this book will be.

But fortunately, its content is ordinary enough, so ordinary that every sentence and every fragment shocked me, and I could relate to it as if it was happening around me.

This author is very talented, and this book is definitely a classic that is rarely seen in a century. It is in the top five books I have read in recent years. You should read it when you have time."

Song Yu knew her father's personality best. On weekdays, he might like to get along with everyone and be friendly.

But in something as passionate and serious as literature, I will never shoot without a purpose, and I will not belittle myself just because of a random article, unless...
There is only one answer, unless the work is really good enough!
Thinking of this, Song Yu turned her head and confirmed again that the author of "To Live" was December.

Staring at the word "December", she was a little dazed. The figure of Li Heng couldn't help but jump out of her mind. She thought to herself: Was this work that my father admired so much really written by him?
Before she could come to her senses, Jiang Yue had already exclaimed: "Ah! Was it recommended by Mr. Ba?"

"That's right. Mr. Ba is a famous person. The works he recommended are really extraordinary." Song Shi started writing.

He has written countless times with ambition in mind, and the more times he fails, the more he understands the power of "To Live". He said this with complete sincerity.

"Okay, I won't read it yet. I'll read it after I finish eating. I'm afraid that after reading it, I'll end up not wanting to eat like you." After saying that, Jiang Yue, who is also a senior intellectual, put the book next to himself very naturally.

This operation completely confused Song Shi.

Song Yu, who had seen all of this, smiled quietly and said, "Dad, I'll buy you another one after dinner."

On the other side, the capital.

As soon as the phone was hung up, Zhong Lan walked in.

Came to the eldest daughter.

Their eyes met sharply, and Zhong Lan asked condescendingly: "Who did you just call?"

Chen Zijin knew that lying was useless, as her mother would have plenty of ways to interrogate her younger sister, so she simply said, "Song Yu."

Zhong Lan narrowed her eyes and asked, "Did you also ask Li Heng?"

Chen Zijin wanted to deny it, but before she could open her mouth, Zhong Lan grabbed the phone on the table and threw it out.

"Bang bang bang!"

The white plane rolled on the ground for several times and finally stopped at the door, breaking into several pieces.

Just like that, the atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to freezing point!

Chen Zijin bit her lower lip tightly and watched all this in silence, but tears kept welling up in her eyes.

She tried hard to hold back her tears, not wanting to show weakness in front of her mother.

Outside the door, Chen Zitong had lost his previous liveliness and playfulness. He stood stupidly in the yard, looking at his sister and mother who were confronting each other in the house. His face was full of worry, but he didn't dare to go up to persuade them to stop fighting.

"Zitong, why are you in the yard? It's raining outside, why don't you go inside?"

It was time to get off work. Chen Xiaomi was holding a black umbrella in her left hand and her bag in her right hand. She asked this question as she entered the courtyard.

"Shh!"

Hearing the noise, Chen Zitong quickly turned around and covered her mouth with her index finger, then whispered "Shush" and said, "Aunt, mom and sister are quarreling again."

Chen Xiaomi frowned, "Is it a big deal?"

"Big, the phone broke." Chen Zitong pointed at the landline phone at the door that was broken into several pieces.

Chen Xiaomi looked in the direction where her finger pointed, and immediately stopped asking why they were arguing. She quickened her pace and rushed into the house.

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