At the end of the exchange symposium, the writers present looked at Jiang Yulou strangely.
They have seen many thorns, but this is the first time for them to be like Xiaoqiang.
Except for a few people, most writers stayed away from Jiang Yulou.
"Yulou, you really dare to say that!" Wang Meng looked at him with a strange expression, as if he were looking at a rare species.
Jiang Yulou said nonchalantly: "What I said is all true. Now is not that era. There is no such thing as being punished for words."
"Having said that, you are brave enough." Wang Meng sighed.
When he was young, he was as brave as Jiang Yulou, but he suffered a disadvantage because of it and was labeled as a rightist. Although it is a blessing in disguise now, he still keeps silent about some things.
"Forget it, let's not talk about that. The old man brought it upon himself, and no one will sympathize with him. But..." After hesitating, Wang Meng continued: "But I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to ask me to introduce your writer friend. .”
He said it tactfully. Once word spread about Jiang Yulou, who would be willing to be friends with him? The risk would be too great.
"Let it go, it's not a big deal." Jiang Yulou said nonchalantly.
No one said that the great writer had so many friends from all over the world that he could not contain them. In fact, he only had a few true close friends.
After returning to school, Jiang Yulou became addicted to celebrities again, especially the senior students, who were so enthusiastic that he couldn't stand it.
"Click, click!"
"Okay, classmate Jiang, smile happily. Yes, put the certificate a little lower."
"Click, click!"
"Okay, the photo is done."
The photographer put away the camera in his hand, and Jiang Yulou also put away his stiff smile and complained a little:
"Director Ji and Teacher Yuan, it's just a National Outstanding Short Story Award, so why bother so much?"
Ji Zhenghuai pointed at Jiang Yulou and said to Teacher Yuan with a smile: "Listen, is this kid speaking human language? It's so irritating!"
Teacher Yuan nodded. Indeed, although Jiang Yulou was talented, sometimes the words he said really hurt people deeply.
Jiang Yulou said quietly: "Because the truth is the most hurtful, and lies are the most charming."
The smile on Ji Zhenghuai's face froze, ah, this kid is really angry to death!
He pretended not to hear, and said to himself: "This is to cooperate with the school's publicity. It is not easy for us at YSU to come up with the National Outstanding Short Story Award."
Jiang Yulou complained in his heart: "Not only is it not easy, no Yanda student before him has received this award."
Ji Zhenghuai transformed into a kind grandfather and asked amiably: "I heard from Teacher Xiao Yuan that you are writing a drama script recently?"
Jiang Yulou nodded and said, "That's what happened."
"This is a good thing. Let me see the results once the results come out." Ji Zhenghuai said with a smile.
"Okay." Jiang Yulou nodded and added, "But I have never written a play before. Thanks to Teacher Sun's guidance, I'm afraid it will take some time for the play to be completed smoothly."
"It's okay, it's okay. Write slowly. It's best to write a classic drama script." Ji Zhenghuai waved his hands quickly, and at the end he was almost so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
Jiang Yulou said helplessly: "You have never written a play, so you don't know how difficult it is. Being able to write it completely, I think it is a victory. As for the classic play script, you are too difficult for me."
A strange look flashed in Ji Zhenghuai's eyes, "If it were someone else, I wouldn't have much confidence, but you are different."
Yulou, you are an outstanding writer who won the National Outstanding Short Story Award!
Jiang Yulou smiled bitterly and said: "You think so highly of me, it seems I can't justify it if I don't work hard."
"Young man, you are now at the age when you have dreams. Don't be like the old bones of our age. That would be boring." Ji Zhenghuai said with a smile.
Teacher Yuan glanced at the head of the department and thought to himself: "Director Ji, you are younger than me." Of course, he only dared to complain about this in his heart and never dared to say it out loud.
After finally handling the political tasks, Jiang Yulou returned to the dormitory. Before he could take a sip of water, he saw Xu Xiangdong walking around behind him, looking like he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it. It was obvious that something was wrong.
Jiang Yulou couldn't help but said: "Old Xu, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't be like a ghost behind the scenes."
Xu Xiangdong stopped in embarrassment, walked up to Jiang Yulou and said, "Yulou, can I invite you to join our English department's reading group?"
"Reading club?" Jiang Yulou was surprised.
Xu Xiangdong nodded repeatedly: "Well, there are about ten students from the English department, reading together around the fire."
"But why did you invite me to your department's reading club?" Jiang Yulou said, "I'm not from your English department."
Xu Xiangdong blushed rarely and stammered: "It's not because you are so famous. All the students in our department want to meet you."
Perhaps because he was afraid that the reason was insufficient, he added: "And what we are reading are classics, and we also want to hear your understanding of foreign classics."
Jiang Yulou said modestly: "My English is not very good."
Xu Xiangdong glanced at him with disdain. It had been several months. If the people in the dormitory still didn't know how good Jiang Yulou was in English, they would have been living in vain for such a long time.
Under his gaze, Jiang Yulou could only agree: "Okay, tell me the time and place."
"That's pretty much it." Xu Xiangdong was satisfied.
He specially found a time in the dormitory where it was just him and Jiang Yulou, wasn't it just for this?
The next day, before going to school, Xu Xiangdong specially asked to pay attention to the time. But when Jiang Yulou came back and was busy writing the script, he almost forgot about it.
When he stopped writing, he accidentally discovered that the appointed time had already passed: "Oops!"
He cleared the table, put on a coat and rushed to the agreed place.
When Jiang Yulou rushed to the venue where the reading club event was held, the reading club event had been going on for a while.
At this time, more than half an hour had passed since the activity started, and the chapters of the English novel prepared for today's book club activity had also been read.
"Xiangdong, will classmate Jiang really come?"
The event is almost over, and no one has come yet. Some people have already raised questions about Xu Xiangdong, who is confident.
Xu Xiangdong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a forced smile: "Wait a little longer and he will be here soon."
"But the activities are over, what's the point of him coming?" Another classmate said quietly.
"Don't say that, that's Jiang Yulou. It's a blessing to be able to talk at a close distance, okay?" The retort was from a cute girl.
"Oh, women, pay more attention to appearance than talent." Someone said disdainfully.
The cute girl sneered and said: "Haha, do you want to see who is more talented between yourself and Jiang Yulou?"
While everyone was arguing, the classroom door was pushed open.
"Sorry, I'm late."
