Due to short hands, Sang Meixiang and the others did not ask anything out of Tang Yuewen's mouth.
Time flies, and a week passes in the blink of an eye.
After a week, Jiang Yulou not only became thoroughly familiar with the school environment. With Wei Guoping, a native of Yanjing, he took everyone around the city of Yanjing, which has yet to see the prosperity of an international metropolis in the future.
On this day, he went to Shuimu University again to meet Tang Yuewen.
The two of them didn't do much, they just held hands, walked around the campus, and then tried the student meals at the university.
In the late 1970s, the conditions in the Shuimu University cafeteria were relatively difficult. Because there were too many students dining in the cafeteria, there was not enough space to put oranges, so we could only eat standing up.
Of course, some people don’t want to eat standing up, so they take their meals back to their dormitory to eat.
But it’s not the back-to-school season yet, and the number of students is small, so there’s no need to worry about not having any seats in the cafeteria.
It's just that the taste of this student meal cannot be complimented. I can only say that it is filling.
Back at school, the dormitory aunt stopped Jiang Yulou and handed him a large package, saying it was sent from Shaanxi.
When Jiang Yulou looked at the address, he saw that it was Yanhe Literary Society, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what was inside.
"Thank you Aunt Liu."
"Haha, it's a small thing."
After thanking him, Jiang Yulou returned to the dormitory holding the package.
When he opened the door, he found that everyone in the dormitory was there.
Wei Guoping had sharp eyes and said with a smile: "Hey, what is the fourth child holding in his arms? Is it something delicious bought for us?"
"I don't know, it's a package sent by Yanhe Literary Society." Jiang Yulou said bluntly.
Yu Min stopped reading. He closed the book and walked over: "It's from Yanhe Literary Society? You need to open it so that we can open our eyes."
Xu Xiangdong asked curiously: "Is such a big package a magazine?"
Seeing that everyone was curious, Jiang Yulou didn't hide it, but opened the package in front of everyone.
"Oh, so many letters."
After opening the package, the envelopes inside fell apart.
At a quick glance, there are dozens of letters.
Among them, there is a piece of white paper at the top of the letter. Jiang Yulou picked it up and took a look and understood.
“These are letters from readers received by Yanhe.”
Xu Xiangdong didn't know why and asked: "Why do readers send you letters?"
Jiang Yulou replied matter-of-factly: "They are all readers who like the two poems I published. They don't have my address and can only mail them to the magazine."
"Doesn't that mean that these dozens of people are your loyal readers?" Yu Min said in shock.
Wei Guoping smiled and said: "Very talented people prove their popularity. If I become a poet in the future and have so many loyal readers, I won't be happy enough."
"Yes." Yu Min smiled and shook his head.
Jiang Yulou shook his head, "Hey, where are you? Who of the truly great writers and poets doesn't have thousands of loyal readers?"
"That's amazing, okay." Xu Xiangdong looked at the scene in front of him with envy.
It's a pity that such a publicity thing has nothing to do with him.
It was normal for readers in the 1970s and 1980s to write letters to the editorial department or publishing house after seeing good articles in magazines and newspapers.
Just like the online literature hot books of later generations, there will be many book reviews and chapter reviews under the novel, which is the same reason.
Dozens of letters from readers may seem like a lot, but they are actually very few.
You know, the sixth issue of "Yanhe" was reprinted many times and sold a total of more than 200,000 copies.
Most of the readers bought it because of Jiang Yulou's two love poems, and there are countless readers who like him.
In June and July, the Yanhe editorial office received hundreds of letters from all over the country every day.
Most of them were written to Jiang Yulou.
What comes to him has been carefully selected.
"Yulou, can we help you take a look?"
"Just do it directly. Yulou is a great writer. Leave this kind of rough work to us. Don't tire him out."
Several people said as they moved the letters to the table.
"Hey, these letters are really from everywhere, not only from Shaanxi, but also from Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan. Tsk, tsk, tsk, even we in Yanjing have loyal readers of Yulou. Ha, yes, who knew that Yulou has gone to Yanjing to attend university ”
Wei Guoping looked through a few envelopes and said with a smile.
Yu Min was also curious, but he was honest and wouldn't move without Jiang Yulou's consent.
"Yulou has readers all over the world. Do you think there will be a love letter to him in it?" Xu Xiangdong picked up a letter and looked at everyone with strange eyes.
When Jiang Yulou heard this, his scalp went numb. It was really hard to explain.
It was also because he didn't know that these letters had been opened by the editorial department, otherwise he wouldn't have had such worries.
He quickly took the letter into his arms and said, "Private letters, please refuse to read them."
"You're too stingy, can't you just take a look?" Wei Guoping said.
Jiang Yulou said: "What if a reader reveals his privacy in his heart? We have to keep it secret for others, right?"
"I think Yulou is right." Yu Min nodded.
Since the rightful owner disagreed, his curiosity faded.
Xu Xiangdong asked again: "Do you read all these letters?"
Reading such a large number of letters is no easy task.
Moreover, the content of the letter was unknown, and Jiang Yulou was very worried.
After thinking for a moment, he made a decision, "Not only do I want to read it, I also want to reply to the readers."
"Reply?" Wei Guoping didn't understand.
Jiang Yulou said proudly: "You don't understand this, I call it protecting my own fan base."
"Fan? Food?"
Not to mention Yu Min, even Wei Guoping and Xu Xiangdong understand this vocabulary.
Jiang Yulou explained: “Fan is the transliteration of English Fans.”
"Oh!" The three of them suddenly realized.
Xu Xiangdong nodded: "This word is interesting."
Wei Guoping also praised: "That is funny! Yulou, you are much more interesting than I thought."
"So that's it. I thought it was some new word." Yu Minhan said with a smile and scratched his head.
Fans are still very important to a writer. If you have millions of loyal fans, you won't have to worry about it in your life.
Wei Guoping said: "Forget it, you can watch it alone, we won't disturb you."
Since it is such an important matter to Jiang Yulou, it is not appropriate for them to participate.
In the evening, Jiang Yulou sat at the table and read letters from readers one after another.
Fortunately, the thing that worried him did not appear.
Most of the readers express their reverence and respect for him, and hope that he will continue his efforts and bring more excellent works to the domestic poetry community.
After Jiang Yulou read the content of the letter, he began to think about his reply to the reader.
It's just that no matter how fast his hand is, if he writes carefully, he can't write more than a few letters in one night.
What's more, the letter from the editorial department of Yanhe Literature has another mystery.
