Chapter 16 “Ling Jue” is popular!
At the hospital entrance, Li Changhe was waiting bored.

He now understood why people of this era were so fond of watches, because without a watch, they really wouldn't know the time.

And there is another point. The wind in Beijing is still very strong in April. When the wind blows, it blows up a cloud of yellow sand and dust, which blows towards Li Changhe's face, making him helpless.

Finally, I had to find a place sheltered from the wind and wait while sitting on the bike.

I don’t know how long I waited, but I finally saw Zhu Lin and another girl walking out of the hospital.

When they reached the door, the two waved goodbye, the girl left, and Zhu Lin stood there looking around.

Then he saw Li Changhe riding a bicycle and coming to him.

Seeing Li Changhe coming, a smile appeared on Zhu Lin's face.

He was quite punctual.

"Give!"

Zhu Lin took something out of his pocket and handed it to Li Changhe.

"What?"

Li Changhe took it and looked at it. It was a white mask.

The mask is very thick, made of gauze, and has four straps on each corner.

"I have already disinfected and washed myself. I guessed that you must have come here without bringing anything."

"It's a bit windy and dusty these days, bring it with you!"

Zhu Lin said to Li Changhe with a smile.

Li Changhe nodded: "I was just struggling with this. I'll have to eat some wind and sand when I go back. You're really thoughtful!"

"Let's go!"

The weather was so bad that the two of them had no intention of continuing to hang out outside, and they didn't talk much on the way, after all, it was windy and sandy.

Li Changhe huffed and puffed his way back to the staff quarters and parked his bicycle downstairs.

Two people walked quickly into the corridor.

"It's too windy today, hurry home!"

"Row!"

"By the way, Li Changhe, I might have to go on a business trip next week!"

When the two men walked to the door of Li Changhe's house, Zhu Lin suddenly smiled at Li Changhe and said.

"On business trip?"

"Yes, our school has provided support and aid to many places across the country, and the students in our class have to go there too!"

"How long will this take?"

Li Changhe was speechless. He had just gotten closer to this girl and hadn't found any chance to spend time with her yet, and now she was going on a business trip?

"It's hard to say. Although this kind of assistance is temporary, it will generally take a long time. It will probably take about two months. If we are unlucky, it may take longer!"

"Okay, I understand!"

"We are all bricks of the revolution, so we can move wherever we are needed!"

"I will send you to school on Monday morning. This can be regarded as a way to contribute to the medical cause of our country and to offer my own strength."

Although Li Changhe felt unhappy, there was nothing he could do. Medicine was underdeveloped in that era, and it was normal for Peking Union Medical College, as the highest-level medical institution in the country, to go out to provide aid.

After all, many places, especially in the countryside, still have barefoot doctors.

It’s a pity that the love line that had just warmed up is about to cool down again.

After hearing what Li Changhe said, Zhu Lin looked at Li Changhe with a look that saw through everything, and then said with a smile: "Okay, since you have revolutionary enthusiasm, I will let you contribute as well."

"gone!"

After saying that, Zhu Lin went upstairs again.

However, after walking up a few steps, he stopped, turned around and looked at Li Changhe.

"Li Changhe!"

"Ok?"

Li Changhe was about to open the door when he heard Zhu Lin's voice and came back to his senses.

"I'll write to you when I get there!"

Zhu Lin chuckled as he finished speaking, and without waiting for Li Changhe to answer, he went up the stairs.

Li Changhe stood there in a daze for a moment.

write a letter?

These days, writing a letter seems to be a good omen!

Zhu Lin is gone! And Li Changhe's heart, which had just been stirred up in this era, gradually cooled down.

After all, life in this era was still too unfamiliar to him.

Li Changhe felt that sentence deeply.

A grain of sand in the era, a sentence in the newspaper, when placed at this time, would mean an unimaginable change.

After Zhu Lin went on a business trip, Li Changhe returned to his peaceful life, doing exercises, reading newspapers, magazines, and writing articles at home every day.

More and more educated youth returned to the city from outside, and the officials in the commune who had originally cared about him became indifferent to Li Changhe.

It has been a long time since anyone asked about his work information, and Li Changhe was happy about it.

He has his own plan for the era, but it is destined to be a little different in this era.

Although his parents saw it, they said nothing and never urged Li Changhe. They just let him stay at home quietly.

The manuscript submitted to People's Literature still has not been published.

A month
Two months.
That manuscript seemed to have sunk into oblivion, and there was no further news about it.

However, the manuscripts Li Changhe submitted to other magazines began to receive responses.

Li Changhe wrote all these manuscripts in a standard manner. He submitted whatever they liked to publish, without trying to express anything deliberately or sharply.

So some manuscripts were accepted, but the price was not high. For example, the manuscript to Yenching Literature and Art was only priced at 4 yuan per thousand words.

Some people directly returned it to him. After all, the wind direction is unclear. It can be said that the social ecology in each place is different now.

Li Changhe didn't care. He spent a few cents on the returned manuscript and found a new magazine to submit it to.

These manuscripts brought him a total income of more than 700 yuan.

Because Li Changhe's works are at least 10,000 words, even if the cheapest one is three or four yuan, the royalties after approval are 30 or 40 yuan, and the higher ones are often 80 or 90 yuan.

His life began to become regular, interspersed with correspondence with Zhu Lin.

Gradually, Li Changhe discovered why people of this era like communications.

Because many things that are inappropriate or dare not be said in real life can be expressed boldly in letters.

The first letter between the two was quite conventional, but the content of their subsequent communications gradually became more relaxed.

Even Li Changhe's writing style began to become bolder.

The feelings between the two people seemed to become stronger through this long-distance communication.

Such a peaceful day until a letter arrived.

One of the letters was from People's Literature Magazine. It was the latest issue of the magazine, and it contained Li Changhe's Death of an Educated Youth.

The novel was finally published!

By this time, it was already July.

Li Changhe looked at the magazine in his hand with a calm expression.

His novel was probably published several months earlier than Liu Xinwu's "Class Teacher" in history.

But how big a reaction it will cause is hard to say.

Li Changhe then looked at the book next to the table, where there was a stack of manuscripts, all of which were his manuscripts on the style of scar literature.

Although Zhang Guangnian said at the time that as long as the manuscript was published in the magazine, he could submit it without restraint in the future.

Li Changhe was also prepared.

But after a few months of settling down, Li Changhe decided to wait a little longer.

He had been too simplistic before, and his understanding of this era was too superficial, and he underestimated the influence of many things in this era.

Li Changhe now doesn't want to be the first to stand out!
Let the bullets fly a little longer!

Chaoyangmennei Street, editorial office of People's Literature Magazine.

The magazine had already published the article for several days, and the impact of Li Changhe's article had begun to have an impact.

The heat began to spread from the capital, and recently the People's Literature Magazine has begun to receive many letters from young people in Beijing.

They could foresee that this was probably just the beginning.

"Jianqing, Ling Jue didn't submit his work again?"

Zhang Guangnian hurried into the editorial office and asked Liu Jianqing curiously.

Liu Jianqing shook his head: "No, he should have received the letter I sent him. After all, he is in the capital!"

"Maybe he's still writing it, but it probably hasn't been written yet!"

"Wait a little longer, if it doesn't work I'll go to his house and look for him myself!"

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