Zhejiang, Haiyan County, Wuyuan Town.

The health center in the town is a two-story building. It looks small, but it is one of the few multi-story buildings in the town.

Yu Hua arrived half an hour late in the morning, greeting acquaintances along the way. When he entered the building, he happened to meet the dean coming downstairs. He called him dean, and their eyes met.

Although the dean didn't say anything, the look in his eyes still made him feel pressure.

When can I live a life without worrying about working hours? Yu Hua sighed hopelessly in his heart.

When I came to the clinic, there were no patients yet. To be precise, there were not many patients.

Nowadays, ordinary people usually don't need to see them for minor illnesses, and go to big hospitals for serious illnesses. Yu Hua works as a dentist. People nowadays don't pay much attention to oral hygiene. The most common job he does is to extract teeth, waiting until the pain is gone.

Just came and pulled it out.

Yu Hua changed into a white coat, waited for a while and saw no one came, then took out a magazine from his bag. This was the reason why he was late today.

Wuyuan Town is a small town. There is no bookstore in the town. If you want to buy books, you have to go to the Xinhua Bookstore in the county. It is better to buy newspapers and periodicals, which are sold at the post office in the town.

However, the types of newspapers and periodicals sold here are also very limited. In addition to newspapers and periodicals in ZJ province, they are basically national newspapers and well-known magazines, and the quantity of each type of newspapers and periodicals is not large.

There are more newspapers, but there are only ten or eight magazines. If they are sold out, they are gone. If you want to buy more, you can only go to the county.

Yu Hua rushed early today and was waiting at the door before the post office opened. He was the first to buy the freshly released magazine - "Flower City".

His eyes fell on the cover of the magazine, and there was nothing surprising about it. The universe was inside.

When you open the magazine, the table of contents that occupied a whole page in previous issues is gone. The table of contents in this issue only occupies one-third of the page and has only three columns.

"Novel", "Xiangjiangwan Island Literature" and "Flower City Forum".

There is only one work name corresponding to each column. This issue of the magazine is not marked as a "special number", but it is better than a special number even though it is not a special number.

Yu Hua did not pay attention to the two columns of "Xiangjiangwan Island Literature" and "Flower City Forum", but focused on the dazzling title under "Novel" - "Crossing the Guandong".

Looking at this name, a floating figure could not help but appear in his mind.

Yu Hua had met Lin Chaoyang twice, and it was clear that every time they met they were full of life, but for some reason, whenever he recalled the image of Lin Chaoyang, this kind of ethereal temperament always appeared in his mind.

He shook his head to get rid of distracting thoughts, opened the magazine, and devoted himself to writing.

I don't know how long it took before he was called back to his senses. It turned out that someone wanted to extract a tooth.

Extracting teeth is Yu Hua's job, but he doesn't like it. It would be too miserable to spend his whole life watching other people's mouths open.

After sending the patient away, Yu Hua washed his hands and planned to continue reading a novel, when a joke came from the door.

"Hey! Where are the great writers reading novels?"

The only nurse in the hospital is named Zhang. She is over forty years old and has more qualifications than Yu Hua. She always likes to make fun of him.

"Sister Zhang, please stop making fun of me, what a great writer!"

"Why aren't you a great writer? You published an article in People's Literature!"

Mentioning "People's Literature", Yu Hua couldn't help but smile on his face, but tried his best to hide it.

In the past March, his short story "Stars" was published in "People's Literature". For him, this is of course a great thing that deserves great joy, and the same is true for Wuyuan Town.

In this small town with a population of only 20,000 people, few people discuss literature, let alone writing.

The entertainment hobbies of Yu Hua's peers after work include smoking, drinking, playing cards, watching movies, and watching TV... While his peers are enjoying the happiness that belongs to their age, he is the only one hiding in the room.

, silently immersed himself in writing.

Huangtian paid off and his novel was published, and it was published in "People's Literature".

This news is undoubtedly sensational in a small town like Wuyuan Town. In the past ten months, he has become the focus of heated discussions on the streets of the town and has become a "great writer" in people's mouth.

Whenever he hears such ridicule from others, Yu Hua feels happy but also a little helpless.

The publication of "Stars" in "People's Literature" was a historic moment in his writing career, but it was nothing more than that.

This short story did not have much influence or attention after it was published, let alone gain him any great fame.

Yu Hua also understood in his heart that if he wanted to become famous through a short story, it would undoubtedly require considerable talent and luck. Obviously his talent was not high.

My luck was good, and I met an editor like Mr. Tao who was willing to give young people opportunities.

When revising manuscripts in Yanjing, Yu Hua became quite familiar with some editors in the editorial department of "People's Literature", especially Zhu Wei.

According to Zhu Wei, in fact, his "Stars" and "You Are Going, I'm Going Too" are still a little far from the editorial department's recruitment standards.

It was Tao Yushu who felt that since he wanted to cultivate young writers, he should give young people opportunities, and he persuaded the editor-in-chief Wang Meng with his arguments.

When he thought of this, Yu Hua was filled with gratitude to Tao Yushu, a great talent.

The last time he went to Beijing, he revised a total of two manuscripts. The other one, "You Are Leaving, I'm Leaving Too," will be published in this month's "People's Literature."

After the experience of "Stars", Yu Hua calmed down and no longer dreamed of becoming famous with one work. Unfortunately, the ridicule and jokes from people around him always lingered in his ears.

These people may be well-intentioned or malicious. Yu Hua does not have the ability to distinguish. He only hopes that their ridicule can be a prophecy.

"Stop looking and go eat." Sister Zhang said.

Only then did Yu Hua realize that it was already noon.

After a quick bite of food, he returned to the consulting room and continued reading the novel. He didn't come back to his senses until he was affected by the noise in the corridor.

Yu Hua looked at the time. He was about to get off work in more than ten minutes. No wonder there was movement outside. At this moment, someone in the unit had already made excuses to leave early.

He was also immersed in the atmosphere and story created by the novel and could not extricate himself.

This issue of "Flower City" published only half of the content of "Crossing Guandong", and Yu Hua spent a whole day reading only one-third of this half.

But even so, he could still see the excellence of this novel.

Watching "Enter Guandong", he thought of Kawabata Yasunari, Kafka, and Lu Xun whom he had watched before...

Yu Hua didn't know how far "Crossing Guandong" was from the works of these famous writers, but he clearly realized at this moment that this novel would definitely leave a mark in the history of contemporary Chinese literature.

Such an idea may be a bit idealistic, but he believes that he has come from a relatively rational perspective.

The health center faces the street, and from the second-floor window, he can see the street outside.

In the evening, the streets of the small town were not bustling, but they were a bit lively. People were coming off work, shopping for groceries, people coming off school...it was full of fireworks, but when Yu Hua looked at such a scene, he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

From the reader's point of view, "Crossing the Guandong" is a very brilliant novel, but when he looked at "Crossing the Guandong" from the perspective of the creator, Yu Hua was hit by an unprecedented blow when reading this novel.

, he felt a sense of despair.

He may never be able to write such a novel in his lifetime!

This was different from when he read the works of those writers. Those people were like stars in the sky, but Lin Chaoyang was right beside him, and they even had dinner together.

In his impression, the figure who was always gentle and calm became taller and taller, making him look up to the point where it was beyond his reach.

At this moment, he stood in front of the window and recalled the joy of publishing the novel a month ago, which was far from being able to offset the deep sense of gap and frustration in his heart now.

He then thought about his job. Maybe he was destined to look at the street outside for the rest of his life.

well!

Before the long sigh ended, a shout suddenly came from the corridor.

"Yu Hua, phone number!"

The melancholy and sadness in his heart were frightened away by the shouting. Yu Hua collected his emotions and walked down to the communication room, wondering if it was the call from some editorial department?

He has always cast a wide net in his submissions, from top magazines to local magazines.

It's just that recently because his works were published in "People's Literature", he has reduced his luck-based submissions. Now that he is calling, it is probably because his previous submissions were picked up by some editorial department.

With this thought in his mind, Yu Hua answered the phone.

The call turned out to be from the County Cultural Center. Yu Hua vaguely thought of the leisurely scene where he used to stand on the street and look enviously at the employees of the cultural center, and Shi Shiran walked into the cultural center to work at ninety o'clock in the morning.

Compared with my job as a dentist, the work of the cultural center staff is simply too happy.

Yu Hua had thought countless times about when he would become famous as a writer and be transferred to work in a cultural center, but he never thought that this day would actually come.

"...I heard that you have another work, which will be published in "People's Literature" soon, right?"

The voice on the other end of the phone interrupted Yu Hua's thoughts. He nodded hurriedly and said:

"That's right, that's right. There is also a novel called "You Are Going, So I'm Going", which will be published in the next two days."

"Okay, our cultural center is short of talents like you right now. We are going through the procedures and it should be completed within half a month. Just wait for the transfer letter."

The future leader on the other end of the phone was happy that his unit was about to recruit a young and promising writer, and Yu Hua was also excited that he was about to realize his dream.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the hundreds of nights he spent writing hard, and the meal of boiled mutton he had at Lin Chaoyang's house.

The wind, snow, waves and clouds, the romance that belongs only to literati, all this seems to be within reach.

Yu Hua put down the phone, walked out of the health center and stood on the street.

Although the market is small and narrow, it is bustling with activity, just like every other day.

When he was standing upstairs looking at this place just now, he suddenly felt that he had no future. In addition to the confusion of young people about the future, he was also hit by novels such as "Crossing Guandong".

After answering the phone call, Yu Hua found that his future seemed to suddenly become brighter, and the street in front of him also became brighter and more lovely.

He knew in his heart that it was the two articles published in "People's Literature" that changed his destiny.

He suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, and he didn't know if he would be able to publish an article in the future.

Teacher Tao bless me!
Chapter completed!