"Brother Literary, you are getting married. Do you have any money in your pocket?"

Following Gao Wenxue out of his grandfather's house, Liu Qingshan felt it was necessary to remind the would-be brother-in-law beside him.

Don't just be silly and happy, you must pour a ladle of cold water on him to wake him up.

money?

Only then was Gao Wenxue brought back to reality. He reached into his blue trouser pocket and took out a few cents and two steel coins: "That's all that's left."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but pout and said: "It's not even fifty cents in total, and you want to marry my sister!"

Pushing up his glasses, Gao Wenxue calmly put the money back, and then vowed: "I will go back and write a manuscript right now, and try to earn more royalties.

"Qingshan, don't worry, I will marry your sister in a glorious way!"

Can you please pull it off? I mean you can earn royalties as long as you earn them?

Liu Qingshan rolled his eyes, raised a finger and said: "Brother Literary, even if you can earn royalties, but water from afar cannot quench the thirst for nearness, my grandfather said that within a month, you and my sister will get married.

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Gao Wenxue was also completely dumbfounded, his head drooped, he really couldn't recite the curse anymore.

After a long time, he finally said with a sigh: "I called home last month and mentioned this matter. My family gave me two options, either go back to the city or break off the relationship. I am absolutely not allowed to do this in the countryside.

Start a family."

Oh, there’s this other thing?

Liu Qingshan thinks it's quite normal. It seems that the pressure on this prospective brother-in-law is not small. Now that he can choose this path, he can be considered responsible.

The two of them were walking and chatting when they met a group of little beanbags playing on the edge of the ditch.

There are more than ten little dolls, several of them are very young, they are naked, they don’t even have a curtain on their buttocks, they are so bold and unrestrained.

"elder brother!"

Liu Caifeng was also among them, holding a glass bottle in her hand with two loaches swimming up and down in it.

Gao Wenxue approached, took out a few pieces of candy from his pocket, put them into the small pocket on Xiao Laosi's chest, and stuffed two pieces into Liu Qingshan's hand.

"Yeah, it's fruit candy!"

Xiao Caifeng was so happy that her big eyes narrowed into two slits. She peeled off a piece and stuffed it into her mouth. She chewed it hard twice and said happily: "Thank you, Brother Literary."

There were sounds of swallowing all around, and there was a little one with a bare butt, sucking her fingers and asking with a shy face: "Cai Feng, is the candy sweet?"

Really unable to stand it, Liu Qingshan handed out the two candies in his hand: "Well, one for boys and one for girls, take turns, no one is allowed to snatch them away."

The little beanbags cheered. As for the question of whether the candy is dirty or not when it goes from your mouth to mine, no one considers it at all. It’s good to have candy.

Liu Caifeng was not shy at all and gave a piece of fruit candy to a little girl wearing a bellyband next to her. This was her best friend Shan Xing.

Shan Xing, this kid, has a hard life!

Her parents were both educated youths. A few years ago, she was given an indicator to return to the city, so Shanxing's mother gave it to her father. As a result, this bastard left and was never heard from again.

Then Shan Xing's mother went crazy.

Seeing Shan Xing holding the candy in her hand, Xiao Caifeng couldn't help but said: "Eat it, eat Shan Xing, it's so sweet!"

"Caifeng, I'll save it and go home to feed my mother."

The little girl had a timid voice, holding the candy in her hand tightly, and ran away, as if she was afraid that others would snatch her.

Looking at the little girl's thin back, Gao Wenxue and Liu Qingshan sighed together. The same figure appeared in their minds: Liu Jinfeng.

Fortunately, Liu Jinfeng will not become the next Shan Xingniang!

But soon, the noise around them brought them back.

Oh, good fellow, four or five little boys have already gotten into a ball and are fighting like crazy.

"Don't fight."

Liu Qingshan shouted, separated the children, and finally pulled up the four tigers lying on the ground.

A little guy next to him was so angry that he cried and pointed at Sihuzi: "Brother Qingshan, he doesn't give me any sugar!"

Everyone also complained in a hurry, saying that the four tigers were cheating.

Liu Qingshan said with a straight face: "It's our turn, you four tigers, spit out the candy."

Sihuzi wiped his nose and said aggrievedly: "Brother Qingshan, I...I accidentally swallowed the candy!"

beat him!

When the children heard this, they waved their little fists one by one. It was really a murder caused by a piece of candy.

"Okay, okay, stop fighting. I'll give you another piece of candy, but from now on, you have to obey my command."

Xiao Caifeng is quite thoughtful, and she will exchange a piece of candy for the child Wang Dangdang.

Liu Qingshan smiled, touched the little old man's braid, and then took Gao Wenxue to his residence: a shabby little courtyard.

Gao Wenxue is now staying at a villager's house. He originally had an educated youth spot, but when Shan Xing's parents got married, Gao Wenxue moved out.

This yard is trouble-free, there is no gate at all, and the wicker fence is also rickety. At first glance, it doesn’t look like a living place.

When I walked under the window, I saw a man lying on the kang with his arms spread out, shirtless, sleeping soundly.

Liu Qingshan took a look and felt that it was a bit annoying: I said Uncle Gangzi, your pants are untied, and the birds have wandered out by themselves.

This is the famous bachelor in the village: Zhang Gangzi.

Entering through the open door, Zhang Zhangzi, who was sleeping on the Nankang bed, didn't wake up.

Beikang was where Gao Wenxue lived, and it was kept quite neatly. The most conspicuous thing was the stacks of books and magazines stacked at the top of the kang.

There is a small kang table on the kang, with an ink bottle and a stack of old paper on it. The front of the paper has been filled with writing, and I am using the back now.

Liu Qingshan leaned over and glanced at it. It was a detective story, and the content was somewhat similar to "Passengers in Handcuffs".

"This is intended to be submitted to "Story Club". The fees for this magazine are extremely high!"

Gao Wenxue smiled and introduced that the last manuscript fee was given by the "Story Club" magazine.

Liu Qingshan secretly shook his head. The reason he followed Gao Wenxue was because he wanted to have a good talk with this would-be brother-in-law and beat his elm head.

If Liu Qingshan is asked to write something, he will definitely not be able to compare with Gao Wenxue. However, he has the vision and experience and knows the direction of future development. This is better than Gao Wenxue who just has a blank look and immerses himself in writing.

"Brother Literary, have you read Lu Yao's "Life"?"

After thinking for a while, Liu Qingshan found the entry point.

"Of course I have read it. The writing is just right. It is worthy of everyone's handwriting. It is so well written!"

Gao Wenxue's fiery gaze seemed to pass through the thick lenses of his glasses.

He rummaged through the pile of books and quickly pulled out a copy of Harvest magazine, saying excitedly: "This is the third issue last year. This is where the novel about life will be published!"

It's not written by you, so why are you excited? Moreover, you almost became the "Gao Jialin" written in the book, do you know?

Liu Qingshan is ready to talk about life with Gao Wenxue.

"Brother Literary, do you want to become a great writer like Lu Yao?"

One "Ordinary World" is actually enough for Lu Yao to win the Nobel Prize for Literature.

It’s a pity that he died young at the age of 42!

It is said that after Lu Yao finished writing about the ordinary world, he threw the ballpoint pen in his hand out of the window. This book also completely exhausted all his efforts.

In the midst of poverty, Lu Yao completed this masterpiece and said: "Don't win any more awards. If I win the Nobel Prize for Literature, I really won't have the money to accept it!"

Isn’t it bitter? Isn’t it sad?

After listening to Liu Qingshan's words, Gao Wenxue trembled and murmured for a long time: "It's difficult, it's too difficult!"

He had to go to the fields every day to do farm work, and at night he lit a lamp and burned oil to create, and he already felt a little exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Okay, Brother Literary, you can create with peace of mind from now on. I am in this family."

Liu Qingshan patted his small chest, he had no muscles.

Seeing Gao Wenxue's slightly dull eyes looking over, Liu Qingshan knew that he didn't believe it, just like the eldest and second sisters in the family didn't believe him.

Originally, how could a young and a half-grown boy be able to make a huge difference?

"Brother Literary, you have no future in writing detective stories. You don't have this kind of experience, so writing will be very tiring."

"You know what is most popular right now, which is educated youth literature and scar literature, and you have personal experience in this area, why don't you write about it?"

"Why don't you write about yourself, my sister, and life in Jiapigou? If you chose to go back to the city yesterday, have you ever thought about how my sister will live in the future?"

Gao Wenxue jumped to the ground and said with a face full of astonishment: "Qingshan, you...you know everything?"

Zhang Zhangzi, who was sleeping soundly on the south kang, turned over and continued to sleep.

"Brother Literary, I don't understand literature, but I know that only true feelings can impress readers the most."

Liu Qingshan did not answer his questions, but continued to talk to him about literature.

Boom!
To be continued...