The reporter of "People's Daily" has left, and the two reporters are not sure when this interview will be published in the newspaper.
Jiang Yulou still has a little expectation. After all, it is the top newspaper in the country.
In this era, being interviewed by a central-level newspaper is an honor. After the newspaper comes out, it is burned to the gods.
"I am also a celebrity now." Jiang Yulou thought happily.
I had already decided to submit the article immediately and stopped. It was better to wait until the interview was published in the newspaper.
At that time, his reputation was even greater, and the probability of his manuscript being included in Harvest was greater.
When he returned to class, word about the interview spread.
Ma Xiao exclaimed: "Louzi, it's okay, even people from Renri newspaper came to interview you!"
"Oh, I'm so scared." Jiang Yulou said modestly, but in fact he was extremely shy.
Ma Xiao smiled and said, "Hey, you're still breathing when you say you're fat."
Jiang Yulou said plausibly: "How can you say that? Other journalists and comrades have said that I want to be a role model for the people of the country. Otherwise, why don't they come to interview you?"
"Yu Lou is right." At this time, Tang Yuewen also came over.
Ma Xiao said helplessly: "You two treat me alone, right?"
Jiang Yulou smiled and did not refute.
Tang Yuewen blushed with embarrassment and quickly returned to her seat.
Being famous has its pros and cons.
Jiang Yulou hasn't seen the real benefits yet, but he has already experienced the disadvantages.
Before he could say a few words, a bunch of classmates came over.
They were all looking for his autograph. The classmates all had a copy of "Yanhe" and asked him to sign it. Could he not sign it?
Alas, he didn't have time to chat with Tang Yuewen after class every day. Just signing autographs took up a lot of time.
"Shua shua shua." After signing a copy, he couldn't help but said: "You should keep the magazine I signed. It will definitely be worth your money in a few decades."
Ma Xiaodao: "If you are over 20 years old, you must be valuable."
"Can't you remember me?" Jiang Yulou couldn't help rolling his eyes.
But the classmate asked seriously, "Really?"
"It's a hammer, get out of here!" Jiang Yulou laughed and cursed.
The classmate who was scolded was not annoyed and walked away happily holding his signed book.
Seeing how precious he was about the book, it was obvious that he had listened to what they said.
As for who listens more, only he knows.
Jiang Yulou shook his hand, which was numb from signing, and complained: "Yanhe Literature Monthly really should pay me more."
"Why?" Ma Xiao pouted.
Jiang Yulou said in a rapid-fire manner: "Just because my two poems helped them sell tens of thousands more copies, just because I held autograph sessions for free, just because I was going to be in the People's Daily. Think about the newspapers. After all, how many people are curious about me and don't want to spend money to buy a copy of "Yanhe" to see how good my poems are?"
Ma Xiaoyi thought, this is really the truth.
"Then you ask them for it."
"Disaster."
Jiang Yulou sighed.
At this time, the royalties had not yet been calculated for the number of prints, which meant that he suffered a big loss.
It's not that he is stingy, that is just money in vain.
His family is not well-off.
And he is still growing, so he needs money to eat and drink, and to supplement his nutrition.
After the school bell rang, he had a chance to breathe.
But he couldn't relax. The college entrance examination was getting closer. Time was tight and the tasks were heavy. He had to hurry up and study.
Time flies, and a week later, Jiang Yulou received another reply from "Yanhe".
This time it had little to do with him. The main thing was that the article he submitted for Tang Yuewen was his own address.
The content of the letter was that the girl's manuscript had been adopted.
Oh, I forgot to mention that the short story is called "Rain, Rustle", with a total word count of more than 6,000 words.
At the same time, there is a remittance slip inside.
It's not much money, it's the price for a new person, three yuan per thousand words.
A total of eighteen yuan.
Although the money was not much, Tang Yuewen was extremely happy.
After all, it was the first royalties she earned through her own efforts.
"Thank you, Yulou!"
The girl kissed Jiang Yulou hard on the face and ran away quickly.
So shy!
Tang Yuewen covered her face and left the school without looking back.
Jiang Yulou was left alone, covering his face and laughing non-stop.
But after Tang Yuewen ran home in a hurry, her face was red and she was still panting, but her excitement could not go away.
"What's wrong Wenwen? You're panting. Is someone chasing you from behind or something?"
Tang's mother said this, but she felt sorry for her daughter and brought her a glass of water.
"Gurgling."
After Tang Yuewen drank a glass of water, she took out the remittance slip from her arms and said, "Mom, look what this is!"
Tang's mother took the remittance form from her daughter's hand, took a look at it, and was stunned on the spot.
She looked at the remittance slip in her hand in disbelief, her hands trembling.
"Wenwen... daughter... this... this is..."
Tang Yuewen said proudly: "Mom, this is the remittance slip mailed by "Yanhe". My daughter's novel was included and she received a royalties of eighteen yuan!"
Yes, for an eighteen-year-old girl like her, she can be proud.
Tang’s mother was literate and had no problem with her eyesight, so she naturally saw the remittance party on the remittance slip. She just couldn’t believe it.
After receiving repeated confirmations, she covered her mouth and tried not to cry.
However, the tears in the corners of her eyes had betrayed her.
"mom……"
Tang Yuewen also shed tears excitedly, and the mother and daughter hugged each other.
In the evening, Tang Hongjun went home.
Although he was exhausted, he still brought a smile to his family.
"Dad, look what this is!"
The joy wanted to be shared with her family, so Tang Yuewen handed the remittance slip to her father.
"Remittance order? Eighteen yuan?"
Tang Hongjun looked at his daughter in surprise, "Where did such a large sum of money come from?"
This is not a small amount of money, and it is difficult to make money with his current status.
With careful planning, this can last a lot longer than the money.
Tang Yuewen pouted and said: "You must have not listened to me carefully some time ago. Didn't I tell you that I wrote a novel and submitted it to "Yanhe"? This is the royalties paid to me."
Speaking of this, she was still a little proud.
After all, there are only a few writers who can publish their works in magazines.
Tang Hongjun touched his daughter's head and said happily: "My daughter is awesome, just like me."
"Obviously follow me." Tang's mother retorted with a smile.
"Okay, okay, it's up to you." Tang Hongjun smiled and said, "Daughter, tell dad what's going on. Why do you want to write a novel?"
"That's right, that day..."
Tang Yuewen was not impatient, but recounted why she came up with the idea of writing and where she got the inspiration.
"Wenwen, you are our pride!"
After understanding, Tang Hongjun hugged his wife and daughter.
At the same time, he also became interested in the child named Jiang Yulou.
