After returning to school after the Spring Festival, Yuanyuan received the good news that her "Happy Life with Grandma and Me" won the first prize of the "Shanchuan Literature" magazine's Classic Outstanding Prose Award, and she was invited to participate in a PEN event.

.An old editor saw her and praised her: "What a formidable young person! I didn't expect that Fangyuan Yuan is still a college student, but her writing style is sophisticated and her words are meaningful. I admire her!"

Yuanyuan said modestly: "There are still many shortcomings. Please give me some advice from the editors."

A reader wearing black-rimmed glasses spoke on behalf of the audience and said: "This article "My Happy Life with Grandma" is full of fireworks. The poverty-stricken life in the article did not defeat Ru Nai and me. It makes people deeply read.

Inspired by this, people say that Zhang Ailing’s writing style is good, but she

The people described in the novel have enough food and clothing, but no vitality in life, while the old woman and the abandoned daughter Zhou Ruoxue written by Fangyuan Yuan live in poverty, but live passionately and unyieldingly, adding an upward force to the readers. "His

The speech was greeted with warm applause.

The editor's encouragement, readers' praise, flowers, and applause gave Yuanyuan hope. She did not indulge in it, but worked harder to study and write. Her classmates in the dormitory gave her a nickname: "Desperate Saburo." She

The title page of a writing notebook reads: Good songs are sung every day. She requires herself to practice writing more than two thousand words every day, in addition to conscientiously completing her study tasks.

One by one, the manuscripts turned into printed works in publications, and one day a literary friend, Zhang Yan, who had been corresponding with Yuanyuan for more than three years, came to school to see her.

Yuanyuan came to the communication room at the school gate at the appointed time. She saw a strange and handsome young man wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and looking at her with a smile. Yuanyuan suddenly remembered that this was not the man who was at the symposium.

Any readers who have spoken? The Zhang Yan she wants to meet is a female student. They have been exchanging letters since they were in high school. That is also her composition.

After it was published, Zhang Yan wrote to her to ask for advice on writing articles and sending articles to newspapers and periodicals. The two had a good chat in the letter. Zhang Yan also sent her a photo in front of Tiananmen Square in Beijing. In the photo, Zhang Yan

Yan is a very delicate girl with short hair and curly bangs. Yuanyuan did not have any photos of her life, so she had to send Zhang Yan a small photo that was left over from her graduation photo.

Yuanyuan smiled at the reader representative and said hello. She looked out and looked away. She heard the reader representative say: "Fang Yuanyuan, I am Zhang Yan, here to see you."

Yuanyuan turned around and asked in surprise: "Zhang Yan is... a girl?"

The man wearing black-rimmed glasses straightened his tall figure and said with a smile: "I am the Zhang Yan who often writes to you. I am from Lengshuitan City. I...the photo I sent you is of my sister Zhang Nini.

photo."

Yuanyuan asked in confusion: "Why do you pretend to be your sister to make friends with me? Hey, I have always regarded you as a girl?" After saying that, she thought about it carefully and realized that she had always thought of you as a girl.

She treated him as a female student and literary friend. What she wrote in her letters were also some reading experiences. Zhang Yan sometimes wrote that she was a literary friend.

The only daughter felt lonely. Yuanyuan replied sympathetically that she was also the only child in the family. She encouraged Zhang Yan to focus on her studies and think less about other things that have nothing to do with studies. She even said: Loneliness also has its beauty. Loneliness is

The background of life is confusion before loneliness and growth after loneliness. The exchange of letters accompanied their growth.

But now, when the female literary friend comes to visit, she has suddenly turned into a boy with a tall and straight figure and a handsome face.

Zhang Yan said: "The world is both big and small. We are now studying in the same city and meeting here. It is quite destined. Let's go, Fangyuanyuan, let's go to the restaurant opposite to have something to eat.

Bar?"

Today is Sunday and there are no classes. Yuanyuan still said cautiously: "I've already eaten, I'm not hungry." At this point, she said with some embarrassment: "Zhang Yan, you came from Qingshan District.

It’s quite far, right?”

"It's not far. I'm very happy to see you. Thank you for replying to me so seriously and thoughtfully every time, which has benefited me a lot. I'll treat you to a meal today at noon, okay?" Zhang Yan smiled easily.

He looked at Yuanyuan and said sincerely, his eyes full of expectation.

"I, I don't like getting along with boys." Yuanyuan almost said it so bluntly, but she changed her words and said, "I don't like eating out." This is also one of her characteristics. Eating out is too expensive.

When a classmate invites her, she has to think about it for a long time or reject it outright. She doesn't want to add pressure to her father's life.

"Let's make an exception today?" Zhang Yan asked softly, and a sunshine-like smile flashed across her eyes behind her lenses.

Yuanyuan felt that she was a bit inhumane and said, "Okay, I still have a lot of information to sort out."

In this restaurant called "Good Affordable", it was still early and the sanitation had just been cleaned. The space was small and neat and clean. Yuanyuan and Zhang Yan sat down near the front window.

Zhang Yan picked up the menu sheet on the table, handed it to Yuanyuan and said, "Fang Yuanyuan, take a look, what dishes do you like?"

Yuanyuan blushed and took the menu book and said, "I only like to eat green vegetables."

Zhang Yan said: "That's too simple, isn't it? Is life at your normal university good?"

Yuanyuan handed back the menu and Bozi said: "Life in our school is not bad, I eat well."

Zhang Yan handed the ordered menu to the petite beautiful waiter. He poured the tea, handed it to Yuanyuan who was sitting opposite, and said: "We have a normal and passable life at W University, and we don't let students get high grades."

Yes, haha."

Yuanyuan was also infected by his hearty laughter. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and laughed, and said: "I want to know what your college students in the Chinese Department study in class? Is it literary writing? Or media writing and recording?"

Looking at her curious look like an innocent child, Zhang Yan couldn't help but feel moved, and his face became hot. He adjusted his glasses with his fingers and said: "I am studying ancient Chinese, modern Chinese, introduction to literature, and introduction to linguistics."

, of course there are also writing classes, and speaking of the word writing, I want to thank you very much."

Yuanyuan asked, "What do I have to thank you for? Studying is your own business."

Zhang Yan said: "I actually particularly like science, but because of my own experience and insights, I later developed a deep affection for liberal arts, and finally got admitted to the Chinese Department of W University."

After hearing this, Yuanyuan said thoughtfully: "Well, I see that many boys like science. There is another saying: learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and you will not be afraid of traveling all over the world."
Chapter completed!