Zhang Yixing’s first submission experience before his rebirth was not a pleasant one.
It was when he was in the fourth grade of elementary school that Zhang and his party saw a notice for the National Youth Essay Contest from a magazine, so they submitted their first manuscript with high hopes.
The title of that article is, "Mom".
About a month later, he received a reply from the competition organizing committee, saying that his article had passed the preliminary round and he needed to pay a review fee of 50 yuan before he could enter the semi-finals.
At that time, his father used a land truck to pull two bags of wheat to the grain collection station and sold them, which gave him fifty yuan.
He sent the money with the dream of becoming a writer.
Another month later, he received a second reply.
If the manuscript passes the semi-finals, it will enter the third round of evaluation. The evaluation fee this time is 200 yuan.
When she saw the letter, her mother fell silent.
My father squatted in the yard and smoked dry cigarettes for a long time.
Then there is no more.
It wasn't until he entered middle school that Zhang and his party knew that this kind of fee-based competition could be regarded as a scam.
After this submission experience, Zhang Yixing no longer dreamed of being a writer.
At that time, he thought to himself, it turns out that dreams cost money.
And his family happened to have no money.
If he hadn't been influenced by Han's trend when he was in middle school, he might never have picked up a pen again.
Early the next morning, when Zhang and his party were sitting on the bench, they saw Zhao Jinmai looking at him with a proud look on his face.
Zhang Yixing was confused when he saw Zhao Jinmai opening her small backpack and starting to take out a magazine.
She counted while taking it out, "One, two, three..., ten!"
Ten magazines, including "Hong Lei", "Contemporary Primary School Students", and several that Zhang Yixing had never seen in his previous life.
Zhang Yixing sighed in his heart, Zhao Jinmai is a very kind boy and he doesn't hold grudges. .
He quickly thanked you, "Thank you, my deskmate!"
Zhao Jinmai hummed twice and asked, "Don't fold the corners of the pages."
Zhang Yixing nodded, "It's a must!"
"It must be necessary!" Zhao Jinmai repeated, tilted his head and thought about it, and felt that this word was very good.
After school was over at noon, Zhang and his party led his sister to the village committee first.
There is a military green mailbox hanging on the wall at the entrance of the village committee. Every once in a while, a postman will come to collect the letters inside.
After checking that there was no one around, Zhang Yixing pulled his sister under the mailbox, picked her up hard, and asked her to put the two letters in.
Zhang Xiuxiu held the envelope and handed it into the box opening little by little. While handing it out, she asked: "Brother, are you sending a letter?"
Zhang Yixing held back his energy and gritted his teeth and said: "It's not a letter, this is the gear of fate, it's about to start turning!"
Zhang Xiuxiu stopped what she was doing, lowered her head and asked, "What did you say?"
Zhang Yixing said angrily, "Hey, don't worry, hurry up and just throw it in!"
"profound!"
After a lot of effort, both letters finally got into the mailbox.
Zhang and his party took a breather and took their sister home.
He did not ask his sister not to tell her parents about sending the letter.
The more instructions you give, the easier it is to be leaked.
After returning to the classroom in the afternoon, Liu Bo suddenly ran to Zhang Yixing's desk and threw him a milky white round object.
"Zhang Yixing, give you a big balloon."
As Liu Bo spoke, he put another "balloon" in his hand to his mouth and blew it up very loudly.
Zhang and his party tried hard to restrain themselves, but in the end they laughed so much that they fell on the table.
In his last life, this incident had always been Liu Bo's dark history.
This "balloon" is of good quality. It can be blown up as big as a thermos bottle without exploding.
Students in the class often play with "balloons" right after class.
Zhang and his party were lying on the table, twitching like crazy, laughing as if they were dying.
Liu Bo didn't know why Zhang and his party were laughing. He returned to his seat inexplicably and "handed out balloons" to the students around him, including several girls.
It took a long time for Zhang Yixing to sit up like mud. He felt that his whole body had no energy at all, and his eyes were full of tears from laughter.
Zhao Jinmai suddenly pushed Zhang Yixing.
Zhang Yixing breathed out and turned to look at her.
She pointed at the balloon on his table and said with a sincere expression: "Zhang Yixing, I want this balloon!"
"No, Jue~hahahaha~that's not possible!"
Zhang and his party broke through the defense again, but still quickly moved into the table hole, suppressing laughter and rejected Zhao Jinmai.
There is no way, if Zhao Jinmai takes it home, things will go wrong.
"You are so stingy!" Zhao Jinmai was a little unhappy.
Zhang Yixing was helpless, he really wasn't stingy!
Thinking that Zhao Jinmai had brought him ten magazines in the morning, Zhang Yixing also felt a little sorry.
He thought for a while and said to Zhao Jinmai, "My deskmate, I will get you a big balloon tomorrow!"
Zhao Jinmai was about to move her small bench. When she heard Zhang Yixing's words, her eyes lit up and she quickly asked, "Really?"
Zhang Yixing nodded, "Really, I'll bring it to you early tomorrow morning!"
"Pull the hook!" Zhao Jinmai stretched out his little finger.
Zhang Yixing scratched his head, "You still need to pull a hook? I'm not going to lie to you!"
Zhao Jinmai was a little disappointed, "You still lied to me!"
"Okay, Lagou Lagou!"
Only then did Zhao Jinmai laugh again.
Zhang Yixing stretched out his little finger to hook up with Zhao Jinmail.
He felt that he was so shameless. If he stayed with children for too long, he would soon turn into a child.
But he also felt relieved. He witnessed Liu Bo's dark history reappearing. He relived the girl he once liked when he was young singing "Mulan". He watched the faces that he thought were only memories come alive in him. before.
He is like a boat in the long river of time, guarding that beautiful childhood.
After school, Zhao Jinmai left with his schoolbag on his back. Before leaving, he shook his little finger at Zhang Yixing, "Zhang Yixing, don't forget it!"
Zhang Yi Xing nodded.
After returning home, he put down his schoolbag and took a box of colored glaze balls to the Cuntou canteen.
There was a fat kid sitting in front of the canteen, doing his homework.
Zhang Xiaohu saw Zhang Yi Xing running over from a distance and said hello: "Yi Xing, are you here to make soy sauce again?"
Zhang Yixing shook his head, "No need to worry, Xiaohu, please bring me a big balloon and I'll replace it with a glass ball for you!"
Zhang Xiaohu's eyes lit up, "How many glass balls can I exchange for one?"
Zhang Yixing stretched out a finger.
"No, five!"
Zhang Yixing nodded, it doesn't matter, anyway, he doesn't play with glass balls now, "Five is five, go get the balloons, get a red one, by the way, treat me to a piece of ice cream!"
"Ice cream won't work, I have to exchange the ice cream with a wine bottle!"
Zhang Xiaohu stood up while refusing, swung his chubby butt and ran into the canteen. After a while, he came out with a red balloon.
Zhang and his party picked up the balloon and blew it. It was OK, it didn't leak. So he took out the small box and let Zhang Xiaohu pick five glass balls.
Zhang Xiaohu, Monkey, and Monkey, directly picked the five smallest sizes.
When playing glass balls, of course the smaller the better, they are less likely to be hit.
