"Mom, don't say that. If it weren't for you, Guangming and I would have died long ago. I should respect you."
Life was very hard, but Zheng Juan never complained about others. She only wanted to make her mother and brother live a better life through hard work.
Aunt Zheng changed the subject: "That young man just now said he lived in Guangzipi, which is next to our Taiping Hutong. Juan'er, why don't you go back and ask about it?"
She knows very well how difficult it is for people like them who do not have urban household registration to live here. If they want to change their current situation, they can only find a man with urban household registration and a job.
But she also knew very well that things were not that easy.
So when she saw that Zhou Chen seemed to have a crush on her daughter, she couldn't wait to inquire about her.
Zheng Juan became even more shy: "If you have anything to ask about, Mom, please stop talking."
Of course she also wants to find a good man, but she knows better that based on her conditions, she is not qualified to choose him.
The person just now is not that old at first glance, and he is not bad looking either. The most important thing is that he lives in Guangzipian, where everyone has an urban household registration, and the conditions are much better than theirs in Taiping Hutong.
In the next few days, Zhou Chen did not go to the cinema to buy candied haws on a stick because the weather was bad these days and it would be too far and too troublesome to go back and forth.
Zheng Juan felt a little uncomfortable after not seeing Zhou Chen again for several days. Although she had no hope, she still felt uncomfortable when Zhou Chen really didn't show up.
Zhou Chen found out the location of "Golden Land" magazine through inquiring. After spending a few days and asking many people, he confirmed that Shao Jingwen was now the editor-in-chief of the magazine.
"Golden Land" magazine is part of Jichun Publishing House, a serious state-owned enterprise. Being able to serve as the editor-in-chief of the magazine shows that Shao Jingwen is a big deal.
After staying on guard for a few more days, Zhou Chen finally found an opportunity and saw Shao Jingwen coming out of the magazine office.
After getting off work, Shao Jingwen pushed his bicycle out of the club with a frown on his face.
He is quite troubled these days. The publishing house and magazine office have not had a good time in the past few years, because many knowledgeable editors in the office have had troubles, some have been arrested, some have been sent to the countryside...
Although the city arranged for some more people to come over, to be honest, the skills of those who came later were simply not good enough, which also led to the magazine's sales getting worse and worse.
State-owned enterprises don't have to worry about profits, and the people below don't have to worry about their jobs, but for him, a responsible editor, he was really anxious.
Recently, the content of magazine editors has been getting worse and worse, and many things cannot be written or published. He is really Alexander.
He had something on his mind, so he didn't ride, and just pushed slowly.
"Teacher Shao."
When he heard someone calling him, Shao Jingwen raised his head and saw a young man standing in front of him.
"็ Hello Who are you?"
The one who stopped Shao Jingwen was naturally Zhou Chen.
"Teacher Shao, hello, let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhou Bingkun. I live in Guangzhou. I personally like poetry and writing. I took the liberty to come to you today because I wrote some poems and a story. I want to
I want you to help me palm my eyes."
"Poems and stories you wrote yourself?"
Shao Jingwen's face was full of doubts. He could see that the young man in front of him was at least twenty years old. How much experience could such a person have and how much experience could he write good poems and stories?
Of course Zhou Chen could see Shao Jingwen's suspicion, he still said humbly: "Yes, I have a literary dream, but I can't go to school now, and I don't know my writing level; I heard people say, you are
Our Jichun City is very famous, and we are very willing to support the editor-in-chief of the younger generation, so I took the liberty to disturb you. I hope you can spare some time and give me some comments."
As the saying goes, you can't hit someone with a smiling face, not to mention what Zhou Chen said so nicely.
Shao Jingwen himself was worried about the development of the magazine. Zhou Chen's sudden appearance made him interested. Regardless of Zhou Chen's talent or not, he was indeed interested in supporting the younger generations.
"That's it, then I'll help you take a look, Zhou, Zhou..."
"Zhou Bingkun, Teacher Shao, my name is Zhou Bingkun."
"Okay, come on, let's come over here."
Shao Jingwen pushed the bicycle and asked Zhou Chen to follow him to the roadside.
"Zhou Bingkun."
Zhou Chen immediately took out the notebook he had prepared long ago from his bag, opened the pages, and handed it to Shao Jingwen.
"Teacher Shao, this book is about some modern poems I wrote, and the other book is a short story I wrote about the Anti-Japanese War. Because of the special situation now, I haven't shown it to anyone. You are the first one.
If you read it, please leave a review.”
Shao Jingwen took the notebook, put it in front of his eyes, pushed up his glasses, and started reading seriously.
At the beginning, he was still casual and didn't pay much attention. But after reading a few words, his expression suddenly changed. He pushed up his glasses again and read seriously.
A few minutes later, he was very shocked and asked Zhou Chen: "Did you really write these poems?"
Zhou Chen nodded and said: "Yes, Teacher Shao, I made this some time ago. You are the first person to read it."
"Okay, okay, okay, these poems you wrote are so good, so good."
After receiving a positive answer, Shao Jingwen shouted excitedly, but he soon realized that he had made a mistake and lowered his voice very low.
Zhou Chen was relieved when he saw the excited Shao Jingwen. Fortunately, he developed a habit of reading after traveling through time.
Although I don’t specialize in modern poetry, I have read a lot and memorized a lot, and now I finally put it to use.
Shao Jingwen suddenly closed the notebook and asked Zhou Chen, "Xiao Zhou, haven't you eaten yet?"
Zhou Chen smiled sheepishly. He did not eat because he didn't know when Shao Jingwen would leave from get off work, so he came early to wait and naturally had no time to eat.
Shao Jingwen grabbed Zhou Chen's hand enthusiastically: "Come on, I'll treat you to dinner and let's chat while eating."
Zhou Chen quickly said: "Teacher Shao, I'd rather treat you."
Shao Jingwen said: "Okay, you probably haven't gone to work yet. Stop talking. I know a place with good food. Come with me."
Under the leadership of Shao Jingwen, they came to a restaurant, and Shao Jingwen specially requested a private room.
Seeing several dishes being served in succession, Zhou Chen quickly said: "Teacher Shao, you ordered too much."
"It's okay. I still have a lot of unused tickets. Just feel free to eat. Let's chat while eating."
Chapter completed!