Chapter 88 This is our secret New week begins. During the last class meeting, Wen Susu brought out her camera, which immediately caused a sensation in the class. "Teacher, why did you bring a camera here? Are you going to take a photo for us?" "Teacher, are you going to change your career and become a photographer?" "He must have changed his career to become a postman! Why are there so many envelopes?!" The last class of every Monday is a class meeting. In fact, the school does not have too many specific affairs to arrange, and the class meetings of each class are hosted by the class teacher. Seeing that Wen Susu brought a camera and a bunch of envelopes today, everyone in the class was curious about what she was going to do. "Everyone, be quiet and listen to me first." Wen Susu waved her hand with a smile, and the class became quiet.
Xu Cailing had sharp eyes and noticed at a glance that in addition to the camera and a bunch of envelopes, Wen Susu also brought a photo. She suddenly became excited. Could it be the photo of her and Fang Wei taken yesterday? Did Teacher Wen develop the photo so quickly? But it was class time and she was too embarrassed to run up to take a look. Wen Susu first summarized the class’s learning situation and class affairs last week. "Teachers of various subjects reported that our class's learning and homework situation last week was very good, but! The political teacher said that occasionally a small number of students would secretly eat snacks and talk during class. I specifically emphasize again today that this situation will not be allowed to happen starting this week! If any teacher reports this to me again, I will ask you to clean the campus!" "In addition, I would like to give special praise to Fang Wei, Wang Yushan and Du Peipei. You can see that our class's blackboard newspaper is very well done. Let's applaud and thank these three students for their hard work!" "Clap clap-" "Also, thanks to the joint efforts of the students on duty last week, last week's Labor Red Flag has arrived in our class!" "Clap clap-" There are only four classes in each grade, and there is only one labor red flag every week. It is quite an honor to receive the labor red flag. “I hope everyone will continue to work hard to maintain the hygiene of the class on weekdays. Our daily duty students will also work hard to carefully check the hygiene, and strive to get the Labor Red Flag every week in the future!” At this point, Wen Susu smiled and said, "In addition to the Labor Red Flag, there is also a Model Class Red Flag, which can only be obtained by the class with the best midterm and final exam results. The time for our midterm exam this semester has also been set, at the end of October. Everyone should work hard and strive to bring more honors to our class!" "it is good!" After saying all this, Wen Susu finally started talking about something that everyone was interested in. "I brought a camera with me today. I'll take a group photo of us in the classroom later." “Group photo!!” When the classmates heard this, they became excited. After all, taking photos is very rare these days. Especially group photos with classmates or photos about campus, basically we only take a photo together when we graduate. There was no group photo at all when we graduated from elementary school before. After all, there were only a few people in the whole class. Perhaps most of the students did not quite understand the significance of Wen Susu's doing this, they just thought it was fresh and fun.
But Wen Susu, who also experienced her student days, has more feelings. After leaving the campus, she always misses it, but there are not many photos left from that time. Fortunately, time cannot erase the good memories, and the few fragments of memory in the mind can be viewed repeatedly. It is really a rare thing for a group of people to meet here and go through a journey of youth together. "Everyone sit down and look at the camera together~~" On the podium, Wen Susu raised the camera in her hand and found an angle that could take a picture of every student in the class. When asked to take a photo unexpectedly, the classmates didn’t know how to pose or make expressions for a while. Fang Wei was more natural. He sat in his seat, leaned back slightly, looked at the camera with a smile, then raised one hand and made a small scissors gesture; Liu Zhiyi on the side didn't know how to pose. She had one hand on the book and the other hand holding a pen. When she turned her head to see how Fang Wei would pose, Wen Susu had already pressed the shutter. "Haha, not bad, not bad." Wen Susu laughed. She was deliberately capturing the moment when everyone was not prepared. In the camera, faces of students with different expressions were frozen in the film. They were wearing brand new school uniforms, with childish faces and infinite youth. "Ah?? Teacher Wen, are you done taking the photos?" “It’s done!” "I'm not ready yet!" "Haha, it's okay. Remember to prepare earlier next time." "Then when is the next time?" "When I'm in a good mood!" It is really fun to have such a young class teacher. Liu Zhiyi was also stunned. She was just about to imitate Fang Wei's poses when Teacher Wen said the photo was ready. She didn't have time to react. Seeing that the photo was skipped, she continued to lie on the table and read... No! When Teacher Wen took the photo just now, she seemed to be looking at Fang Wei! She didn't look at the camera! Never mind... It doesn't matter, just continue reading... But I still want to see what the group photo I just took looks like... "Teacher, will the group photo be sent to us then?" "Yes, but there are many students in the class, so I need some time to do it slowly. Don't worry, I will send you a copy after the photos are developed." "So, do I need to pay the teacher?" A classmate asked cautiously, taking a photo these days costs a lot of money! "Haha, as long as your test results satisfy me, it's free!" "Thank you, teacher!" Skipping the topic of taking photos, Wen Susu picked up the stack of envelopes she had prepared. Except for the lack of a postmark, the envelopes were all brand new; she had specially bought them from the post office. They are all standard light yellow envelopes. The row of small boxes in the upper left corner is for filling in the zip code, the dotted line in the upper right corner is for sticking stamps, and there are two lines in the middle for filling in the address. Although home telephones and personal mobile phones are more popular nowadays, many people still use letters to communicate, which is a very old-fashioned and nostalgic way.
There is a post office in Baitan Town. On weekdays, you can often see postmen riding motorcycles. There are green bags hanging on both sides of the back seat. The bags are full of various letters, newspapers, and magazines. They ride through the streets and alleys, knocking on doors. Many times, the same sentence typed on a keyboard and written with a pen will give the other person completely different feelings. Looking at the stack of envelopes, everyone was a little curious about what Teacher Wen was going to ask them to do... "Have you ever written or mailed a letter?" Wen Susu asked with a smile. “I have!” “I haven’t written it!” The answers in the class were nothing more than these two. Xu Cailing and Fang Wei had written letters before, but they were not written to each other. Last year, they suddenly had the urge to write a letter together and sent it to Sister Caiwei who was working in Shanghai. It’s funny to say that just two days after the letter was sent, Xu Cailing couldn’t help but call her sister to ask if she had received the letter. This made Xu Caiwei speechless and amused: "If you two have something to say, why don't you just call each other? Why send a letter?" After waiting for almost a week, Sister Caiwei finally received the letter. There was a bookmark made of a leaf from her hometown in the letter, the cover address was in Fang Wei's handwriting, and the content of the letter was in her sister Chouchou's handwriting. Regardless of the content, the feeling at that time was still quite special. So she called back and told them that she had received the letter... Maybe it seems a little childish, but this is something that touched me when I was young. When the teacher asked the whole class questions like this, the quiet Liu Zhiyi would never answer loudly with everyone else. She just looked up curiously. "Zhiyi, have you ever written a letter?" Fang Wei asked curiously. "I have written it." Liu Zhiyi nodded. "Who is it sent to?" Fang Wei became interested. After being together for such a long time, I knew that she had few friends and her interactions with others were very simple, but I didn't expect that she also wrote letters. "No, I won't tell you." Liu Zhiyi hesitated and chose not to tell him. This aroused Fang Wei's curiosity: "Sent to a friend?" "no……" "To a relative?" "no……" "Is it a love letter written secretly?" "No, no!" Liu Zhiyi's pretty face turned red, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. She never thought that Fang Wei, who usually had thick eyebrows and big eyes, could be so frivolous. "Who did you write to?" Fang Wei looked like he wanted to get to the bottom of it. Liu Zhiyi had no choice but to whisper to him, "Sent it to the magazine..."
"Do you know anyone in the magazine?" Fang Wei was stunned. "No……" "Could it be... a submission?!" Fang Wei asked in surprise. "..." Liu Zhiyi stopped talking. It looks like it is. Fang Wei's eyes widened and he couldn't help but look at her. Liu Zhiyi felt embarrassed by his gaze and dodged, but finally couldn't help but said: "Why, I, I can't submit my work..." "Of course you can!" No wonder she writes so well and loves reading so much. It turns out that she secretly has a dream of becoming a writer? Fang Wei was surprised, but this dream seemed to be perfect for her. In fact, when he was just reborn, Fang Wei also thought about becoming a plagiarist and earning royalties. However, he did not read many books in his previous life and could only remember bits and pieces. He did not have a memory bank to look through like other male protagonists in novels, so it was really difficult for him to write a book by himself. As a person who was not prepared at all and was reborn unexpectedly, it is already very good that I can remember some important nodes in the development of the times, improve myself and accumulate resources in a down-to-earth manner, and then seize those opportunities with a forward-looking vision. There are not so many people who were losers in their previous life and suddenly awakened to become business geniuses or creative geniuses without doing anything after rebirth. If one's inner self and vision are not improved, even if one starts over again, in the end one will just be walking the same old path again. Fang Wei was thankful that his rebirth was from scratch, which gave him enough time to accumulate and improve himself, and these were the things that no one could take away from him. Although Fang Wei does not have the dream of becoming a writer, he has read a lot of books in his life and has great admiration for writers who can create such excellent works. He lowered his voice, leaned close to Liu Zhiyi's ear and asked: “You want to be a writer?” I don't know if it was because he leaned too close, causing his warm voice to blow on the girl's cheek, or because she was sensitive to the word "writer". After Fang Wei said this, Liu Zhiyi's eyes widened, and her tender little ears became visibly pink. "I, I didn't..." "Really? This isn't a shameful dream. You can just admit it." "No, there is none..." She was determined not to admit it. Looking at Liu Zhiyi's blushing face, Fang Wei also thought she was cute. Last time he wanted to read her composition, she refused to do so. He thought, are all people who like writing so secretive? "Then how did you think of submitting the article?" "Just write something..." "Has the manuscript been approved?" "……No." "Is it true or false this time?"
“This time there really isn’t any!” Liu Zhiyi met his gaze and spoke seriously. After a while, she finally reacted and quickly added, "It wasn't just a fake! It was real! Really!" "Look, you're in a hurry." "..." Liu Zhiyi turned his head and ignored him. Fang Wei was both angry and amused. How could Liu Zhiyi, who seemed calm and composed on ordinary days, be so flustered when faced with such a topic? "Which magazine did you submit your manuscript to?" "Don't tell you." ""reader"?" "..." Liu Zhiyi suddenly turned her head and looked at him in disbelief. "I got it right?" "..." Seeing that she couldn't hide it any longer, the girl asked curiously, "How did you know..." "I saw a lot of copies of Reader on your bookshelf the other day." "..." As a popular magazine that has been published since the 1980s, Reader has accompanied the youth and memories of several generations. Perhaps in the near future when online reading becomes popular, it will begin to decline, but it must be admitted that at this time in the millennium, the audience of Reader is very broad. As far as Fang Wei is concerned, perhaps "Story Club" is more to his liking. The two magazines have their own different styles. The manuscripts that can be included in "Reader" are usually more literary, which is exactly what Liu Zhiyi likes. Given the current circulation and influence of Reader, competition for submissions is quite fierce, and the magazine has very high requirements for the content of manuscripts. Fang Wei didn’t know whether Liu Zhiyi was really eliminated. Even if she was, it wouldn’t be surprising. After all, she was only in the first grade of junior high school! "Does their manuscript selection go through several rounds?" Fang Wei asked curiously. "Well, three rounds." "Zhiyi, how many rounds have you passed?" “I didn’t make it through the second round…” "..." Fang Wei took a deep breath. Liu Zhiyi looked at his expression and said dejectedly, "You mean you're a wimp, right?"
"That's great! Don't you think about the other contributors? You're only in the first grade." "..." Seeing that Fang Wei was speaking from the heart, Liu Zhiyi's expression became much happier, and the little white shoes hidden under the table began to swing secretly. Fang Wei's affirmation gave her more confidence. "Can you show me your submitted manuscript?" "No." "You're so stingy. What's the relationship between us? Why can't you even look at the manuscript?" "No." "..." "Fang Wei..." "Hmm? Have you figured it out? Are you going to show me the manuscript?" Liu Zhiyi rolled his eyes at him, then whispered, "Can you please not tell anyone else about this..." "what's up?" "Just me...submitting articles or something..." Seeing her pitiful appearance, Fang Wei stopped teasing her. He nodded and said, "Don't worry, this is a secret between us, I won't tell anyone else." "Ok!" Only then did Liu Zhiyi feel relieved. The secret between two people... It's strange... "Well, now that we have a secret together, can you show me the manuscript?" "No." "..." You are really stubborn! ! Only then was I convinced. (End of this chapter)