I bought another yard and it was very cheap. Jiang Yulou was in a very good mood.
In order to thank Wei Guoping, I specially invited him to Donglaishun to eat hot pot.
After taking two sips of wine, Wei Guoping said slightly drunkenly: "Yulou, the summer vacation has been so long, do you have any plans?"
Without waiting for Jiang Yulou to answer, he continued: "My dad gave me a sum of money to go out during the summer vacation. He said that I would read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, so that I could broaden my horizons and increase my knowledge."
"It's not a lot of money, just over three hundred yuan. If I really want to go out for fun, I have to save some money. Oh, where do you think I should go? Is it the Magic City or the Yangcheng City?"
Jiang Yulou glanced at him, thinking that his grandson was deliberately showing off in front of him.
So, he said with a smile: "I wasn't planning to go out originally. After all, there is a new work being created, but the Writers Association has a literary event that insists on asking me to participate, so I can only spare some time to go Attended that event.”
"Oh? Is the literary exchange activity of the Writers Association going to the Magic City?" Wei Guoping asked, the smile on his face fading a bit.
Jiang Yulou replied calmly: "It's just a trip to Xiangjiang. All the expenses along the way were borne by the Writers Association."
Wei Guoping's smile disappeared in an instant, and he said with a constipated expression: "Damn, the benefits of the Writers' Association are great. Can I still go to Xiangjiang to participate in activities?"
What kind of literary exchange is this? They are obviously going on a trip.
Jiang Yulou said with regret: "Oh, just average. I can't compare to you, and I can still play in China. Compared with the small place of Xiangjiang, I prefer to see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland."
"Just pretend, how about we switch? You can choose whatever country you want, and I'll go to Xiangjiang for you." Wei Guoping said sourly.
"I thought so, but you're not a member of the Writers' Association." Jiang Yulou patted his head and said apologetically, "Oh, I forgot, you're not even a writer."
"You want to make me angry to death, right?"
Wei Guoping turned his grief into appetite and showed off his meat like crazy.
"You will be poor if you are poor, and you will be poor if you are poor."
Seeing him murmuring nonstop, Jiang Yulou said quietly, "Even if I treat you to Donglaishun for a year, it won't cost me much."
"Click."
It was Wei Guoping's heartbroken voice.
Wei Guoping said half-seriously: "I really regret it. I knew there were so many benefits to being a writer. I really should have given it a try."
"Don't regret it. If you really try it, you might regret it even more." Jiang Yulou said with a smile.
"Why?"
"I regret that I have done useless work and wasted time."
"Sooner or later, your mouth will bring you death."
"hehe."
Jiang Yulou's expression at this time was very unbeatable. Wei Guoping twitched the corner of his mouth and said viciously: "No, after you go to Xiangjiang, you must bring me something back."
"No problem. If you have enough money, you can bring whatever you want." Jiang Yulou said nonchalantly.
"That's pretty much it. I'll give you a list after I think about it."
"Let's talk about it then."
After eating, the two separated at the entrance of Donglaishun.
After the wind blew out at the door for a while, Jiang Yulou slowly walked towards home.
As he walked, he thought about what this trip to Xiangjiang could bring to him.
This literary exchange event is limited in time, but of great significance. In addition to displaying the mainland's literary heritage, it also has the significance of promoting exchanges, making progress together, and testing the attitudes of all parties.
Since it is of great significance, he, as a young writer in mainland China, is one of the facades, and it no longer represents him personally. No matter what he says or does, he must be cautious.
Apart from anything else, you can't dress as casually as you do in China.
Jiang Yulou murmured to himself: "I still need to buy myself a suit. Well, Yue Wen also needs to buy a new set of women's clothes."
After writing down this incident, he thought that the best result of this trip to Hong Kong would be to introduce literary works to each other.
For example, if Xiangjiang's martial arts novels can be introduced to the mainland market during this exchange event, it will be of great benefit to Xiangjiang literature, the mainland literary world, and Jiang Yulou himself.
Nowadays, the domestic literary world is more relaxed than in previous years, but it still makes people feel like they are dancing in shackles. You have to be very careful when creating, for fear of triggering a thunderbolt.
However, if Xiangjiang literature, especially martial arts novels, enters the mainland, it will bring some new trends to the literary world, whether it attracts firepower or arouses trendy discussions.
The benefits of this new trend in breaking down barriers are self-evident.
The Mainland can introduce literature from Xiangjiang, and similarly, Xiangjiang can also introduce literature from the Mainland.
Jiang Yulou dare not say anything else. In terms of popularity, his works are of no great importance. Maybe he might make a fortune this time.
In the process of thinking all the way, he returned home.
Two days later, Tang Yuewen came over.
The girl was shy. After asking Jiang Yulou's family, she went to the yard with him.
In the living room, Jiang Jianguo and Li Xiulian could hardly close their mouths with laughter.
"Hey, are you talking about that girl and our Jade House..."
Even though there were only Li Xiulian and her wife in the living room, she still covered her mouth and whispered.
Jiang Jianguo smacked his lips, "It's possible that the girl came once and you forgot?"
He was talking about the time when Jiang Yulou entertained teachers, classmates and friends at the housewarming party in the courtyard.
"Of course I haven't forgotten it. I just asked my son in a circumstantial way. He never admitted it."
"Just because you don't admit it doesn't mean it's not true. Maybe the kid is shy."
Hearing this, Li Xiulian clasped her hands together and said piously and silently: "God bless, if Yulou can get married soon, I, a mother, don't have to worry so much."
Jiang Jianguo suddenly became worried: "This girl is so handsome, can our baby girl be worthy of her?"
"How could it not be worthy? Lou Wa is now a great writer and is famous all over the country." Li Xiulian said with a proud face.
Isn't it? Now Jiang Yulou is her greatest pride as a mother.
Recently, she has gradually become familiar with her neighbors. What old people of their age like to talk about most is talking about children.
Even though she is a foreigner with a hometown accent, she is the most prestigious among the old sisters. When she speaks and works, others are willing to listen to her opinions.
Why?
It's not because her son's name is Jiang Yulou.
"That's right." Jiang Jianguo smiled, "Who would have thought that our family would still be here today?"
"I just hope that my two sons will get married soon and I will have a grandson soon. Other than that, I have no regrets." Li Xiulian said with emotion.
Jiang Jianguo looked at the pair of beautiful figures outside the window, shook his head and said: "The eldest brother who aids the Korean Peninsula will fall behind."
