Three Gorges are not far from Dongting Lake, and they go to Changshi Railway Station late at night and arrive early the next morning.

In history, when Fan Zhongyan wrote "Yueyang Tower Notes" it was September 15th, which was the bright and cool weather. The autumn sky was clear and the four of them were lucky, and they also encountered a glimpse of the clear sky that was thousands of miles away.

"Li Heng, is this hotel you made an appointment with your editor?"

Looking for a trip, Li Ran pointed to the state-owned hotel in front of the right and asked.

"It seems this one."

These days, there are state-owned hotels in almost every place, but it is not difficult to find.

Li Heng and his friends took out the introduction materials and hurriedly checked in.

Just as he turned around and wanted to follow the waiter upstairs, two people came down from the stairs, one of them had a familiar face. Who was it not the editor Zouping?

"Teacher Li!"

When I suddenly met, Zou Ping's face was full of joy. How can I describe this form? It's like a stray dog ​​meeting his owner and finding a home.

In fact, he was also scared by the editor-in-chief.

Li Heng carried his dream of being a gold medal editor. Before coming, Editor Liao said he would not care about the joke that he said he would not care about, but it sounded a wake-up call for him, and he cherished this thick leg more and more.

"Editor Zou, good morning."

Zou Ping hurriedly introduced the editor Liao next to him, "This is editor Liao of our "Harvest" magazine. He heard that you came here specially after creating a new novel."

"Hello, Editor-in-Chief Liao, welcome to southern Hunan. Because the weather in the Three Gorges is not good, I delayed it for one more day, so I have to wait for you for a long time."

One day later than the agreed date, Li Heng was sincere and explained the reason first when he met.

The purpose is of course to make people who are waiting feel better.

Editor-in-chief Liao is a slightly older person. He has a face with a Chinese character and a full heaven. He has a meticulous big back head combed back, a pair of thick beer bottle glasses, and a pen on his chest. He looks serious and elegant.

"Hello December. I couldn't wait to hear that you have a new novel. I didn't inform you in advance, so please don't blame me."

Seeing that he was so young, Editor-in-Chief Liao wanted to call him his name, but it seemed unfamiliar, so he simply called his pseudonym in a gentle tone.

Li Heng noticed this naturally and said with a smile: "Just call me Xiaoheng, my elders call me that."

"Hey, have you had breakfast?" Editor-in-chief Liao looked around the other three and asked happily.

"Not yet, I just checked in. I drove the train for a night and was a little greasy. I wanted to take a shower and then go out to eat." The English teacher is a very clean person. Before eating, you must clean yourself up and have appetite. Li Heng is what he likes.

"Then you go to the room to wash up first, and we'll wait for you to have breakfast together." Editor-in-chief Liao sided his body and asked the four of them to go upstairs.

"good."

Li Heng nodded, briefly introduced the English teachers and the other three, and then rushed upstairs.

At this time, the hotel waiter looked at Li Heng's glasses with strange glasses, and the words "Teacher Li", "Editor in the Harvest Magazine", "Creating New Novels" and "December" were echoing in his mind.

As I thought about it, the waiter who had just had a business attitude changed 180 degrees. After enthusiastically sending Li Heng and the other four to the room on the third floor, he ran downstairs like the wind and told the manager what he had just heard.

After hearing this, the manager looked confused and shocked, and quickly brought tea to Editor Liao and Zou Ping who were waiting on the sofa in the living room. Then he couldn't help but ask carefully:

"Are you the editor-in-chief of Harvest magazine?"

Editor-in-chief Liao was not surprised when he heard this, and nodded with a smile.

The manager pointed his right finger downstairs and couldn't help asking: "It's worth your trip to you personally. Who is the Teacher Li upstairs?"

Editor-in-chief Liao felt that this was a wonderful person and smiled and said, "It's the answer in your heart."

"Ah, really! It's really December that the great writer who wrote "Living"!" After confirmation, the manager became even more restless, and his eyes were full of excitement.

Thinking of Li Heng's low-key style and knowing that he had just leaked his identity, Editor-in-Chief Liao immediately asked, "Please keep it confidential for us."

"Don't worry, our staff are very stern, so I'll tell him now."

He did what he said, and the manager returned to the counter and said to the waiter just now: "Be more tight-lipped, and the other party doesn't seem to want to expose his whereabouts."

"Then can I find a December autograph? My mother is his reader and likes his novels very much. She always says that "Living" has power and gives her the courage to survive." The waiter said seriously.

The manager pondered and patted him on the shoulder: "I can understand your mood. But don't disturb others rashly now. I still want to sign an autograph. Let's act secretly when they want to leave."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." The waiter's eyes were hot, and he wanted to run home and tell his mother, who was disabled and determined to be strong in his mother.

upstairs.

The English teacher who had washed up asked: "Why is the editor-in-chief of Harvest magazine here too?"

Li Heng shouted: "I'm very famous."

The English teacher sneered: "Haha, I'm sure you're not worried about your prose subject?"

Li Heng looked at her eyes and asked clearly, "Teacher, you touch your conscience and speak, do you think I'm writing badly?"

The English teacher was inexplicably unwilling to look at him, shook his long hair neatly, "It's normal."

"Wow! It's just ordinary, our lovely teacher is watching over me day and night, and I thought I was writing very well." Li Heng muttered.

The English teacher helped his eyes down with his fingertips, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and warned: "Write your book well and don't think about anything that is not there."

Li Heng stretched and said, "I didn't think about anything, teacher, don't think too much."

The English teacher suddenly felt a little impatient and suddenly squeezed out a cold word from the gap of his teeth: "Get out!"

"Hey, you are so boring. Every time you chat well, you will scold people." Li Heng complained.

Hearing this, the English teacher just looked at him and smiled without explaining anything. The teacher was so arrogant.

The four of them met in the corridor and went down to the first floor to have breakfast with Editor Liao and Zou Ping. It was not rich, but just a simple bowl of noodles.

The sausage seems to be very popular in southern Hunan, and you can go anywhere you go.

However, according to Li Heng's experience, except for the rice noodles in Changshi that cannot be imported, the noodles in other places have their own characteristics, which is really good.

Regarding this point, he was particularly puzzled. What were the rice noodle shops in Changcheng? How could such a rotten taste have been preserved for so many years? Oh! This is also a mystery.

After breakfast, Editor Liao and Zou Ping followed into Li Heng's room with a gaze.

Know what they are doing?

Li Heng didn't say anything nonsense. He closed the door and took out the manuscript from his bag and placed it on the table: "Everyone is here, there are only 6 articles for the time being."

Looking at the 6 stacks of manuscripts with varying thickness, Editor Liao's eyes slowly moved from the first stack to the last stack. After a half-minute quietness, he swallowed a lot of words when he came to his mouth. After taking the first stack, he began to read them.

He took the first article, the one "Taoist Tower".

Outside the gate of Mogao Grottoes, there is a river. There is a clearing space across the river. Several monks’ death towers are built high and low. The tower is round, close to a gourd, and white outside. Judging from the collapsed towers, a wooden stake is erected on the center of the tower, made of yellow clay, and the base is built with blue bricks. The monks who abbot of Mogao Grottoes have never been rich, and proof can be found here. The sunset is setting and the north wind is cold, and this dilapidated tower group looks even more sad.

In the first paragraph of the article, Editor Liao was attracted by the beautiful words and the unconsciously imagined scenes in his mind. After reading two pages back, all the doubts in his heart disappeared.

When I saw the first article halfway, Editor Liao's form and expression also changed. He changed from his casualness just now to be cautious. The manuscript originally spread out on the table was invisibly put into his hands, holding it with both hands, and cherishing it gently as if he was looking at a child.

The slower you look, the more you look, the calmer you look, the more you feel aftertaste, the more you look, the more you feel, the more shocked you look...

In just a few minutes, Editor Liao's identity changed easily, as if he had changed from a home-climbing kicker to a devout martial arts apprentice.

The leader’s dignified appearance and the leader’s selfless look made Zouping itchy.

Seeing that the editor-in-chief was conquered, Zou Ping ignored it, picked up another article, sat on another chair and started reading it.

There were 6 stacks of manuscripts, and I couldn't finish reading them at once. Li Heng simply ignored them and went to the next English teacher's room to visit him.

"How is it? What's the reaction of Editor Liao?" The English teacher lowered his voice and asked with concern.

Li Heng blinked, "Teacher, don't you believe me?"

After looking at each other for a few seconds, he said again: "My door is not closed."

When the English teacher heard this, she quietly walked out. After a moment, she came back.

It was Li Heng's turn to ask proudly: "How is it?"

The English teacher was happy for him: "Congratulations! It seems that my vision is correct."

She originally wanted to say that she loved this new book very much, and when she saw the professional editor Liao and Zou Ping were immersed in the world of the book, she felt a sense of joy with honor.

But when he looked up and received Li Heng's strange eyes, the English teacher suddenly turned cold and walked over him without saying a word, sitting next to the bed.

Seeing this, Li Heng said, "Teacher, you should stand by the window and look up at the bright moon, which is more charming."

"Where does the bright moon come from in broad daylight? Get out of here! Hurry up!" The English teacher smiled angrily, with both hands on his chest, and looked at him sideways.

Instead of leaving, Li Heng sat on the chair opposite her.

Question: "Teacher, you have followed us for a summer vacation. Are you still enough money?"

If this teacher is stubborn, she would pay her car fee and room fee together every time, but she would definitely stuff these fees back into Li Heng's pocket afterwards.

He also threatened him, "If you don't collect this money, I will go back to Shao City immediately."

Faced with this dignified expression, Li Heng couldn't get upset.

I followed suit, including being careless, and Li Ran. In addition to the occasional meal and treat, the fares and room rates were all paid out of my own pocket, each of which was so fucking unique.

The English teacher was still angry: "It's not enough, I'll go back tomorrow."

Li Heng said: "Don't, stay together."

The English teacher interrupted: "Stay here to drink the northwest wind?"
To be continued...