Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ye Zhanyan asked, "Are you tired of Erhu?

Li Heng replied: "Not really, it's just that I'm better at piano. He stops pretending and shows off!

Mai Xu looked at him, his little thoughts kept turning.

Ye Zhanyan was a little embarrassed. The piano program is very strong. The other party has studied piano since childhood and has won rankings in international competitions. Did she replace her with just one word from Li Heng?

Besides, if Li Heng is stronger than others, she will never be able to do this. Because she was the one who was found through her school connections, she betrayed her now and she can't do it.

Liu Yue broke his conscience's suggestion at this time: "Li Heng, why don't you go first with Erhu this time? I will invite you to play the piano at the New Year's Day evening. Li Heng was speechless. You girl will have sex with me for free in the military training art performance. Now it's the second time. I want to have sex with me for free in the third time? Give me money!

The price I ask is not low!

After muttering her heart, Li Heng glanced at the wheat ears, but did not show off, but said, "Then let's do it first."

After repeated persistence, the whim finally came to a loose end. Ye Zhanyan and Zhao Menglong were very happy and asked, "Where are you thinking about which song to play?" Li Heng said casually: "I know too much. I'll think about which song is better. Let Mai Ju tell you.

Hearing this, Ye Zhanyan had cramps in his face, but he still smiled and said yes.

Waiting for Ye Zhanyan and Zhao Menglong to leave, Li Heng turned his head and glanced at Liu Yue, thinking to himself, why are you not leaving yet? Do you want me to stay and treat you to dinner? Liu Yue left with a squinted look on her face.

When the girl walked away, Li Heng whispered to Mai Sui: "I'm all for your sake." "Yes! I owe you a favor." Mai Sui wanted to laugh but was speechless, so she still wanted to give her credit.

"What's our relationship? Forget it if you are not human. For breakfast for half a month, what do you think?" Li Hengru said that Mai Sui stared at him.

Two seconds later, Li Heng gave in: "One week can't be missing any more.

Mai Sui smiled softly, "Yes. But how many benefits have you gained from me? I will double the future from Song Hao. Li Henghun didn't care, "That's a matter between you women, I won't get involved."

The class bell rang and I returned to the classroom again.

The second English class was very quiet. Even though Liu Yue was still by her side, she changed her previous appearance and ignored her entire class. The next three or four classes were high-level mathematics. Li Heng previewed in advance, and felt that listening had nothing to do with whether to listen or not, because they were all.

Not wanting to waste time, he first got used to reading the newspaper. This was the habit of Mai Ear, and bought it together when he bought breakfast in the morning. In a blink of an eye, it was late October, and the bimonthly magazine of Harvest magazine came out a few days ago.

Like previous issues, there are 6 chapters of "Cultural Journey" published, which continues from Chapter 19 to 24. This issue of "Harvest" magazine's sales are as good as ever, and it exceeded 1.2 million copies in the previous three or four days of publication.

These were all expected by everyone. In the past, they were sold well in the previous few days, and they will show a downward trend after four days. But this time it is different!

Not only did the fifth and sixth days not decrease, but the sales volume remained above 300,000 copies every day. Especially on the 7th day, the situation ushered in a sudden change! Sales volume ushered in a surge! We ushered in a major turning point! The sales volume of "Harvest" magazine exceeded an astonishing 2.2 million copies.

What is the level of 2.2 million copies?!

The industry leader, People's Literature, also has to open his mouth and cry bitterly!

That's not to mention literary magazines such as "October", "Contemporary", "Flower City", etc. There are envy! There are jealousy! There are even more jealousy! There are all kinds of things! It exceeded 2.2 million copies in just one week, surpassing "People's Literature" for the fourth time, which caused a huge sensation in the industry.

The writer's name in December shines in the literary world again!

"Cultural Journey" has once again slaughtered major domestic news newspapers!

Many magazines can't sit still, and they secretly stretched their hands into the "Harvest" magazine, using money to open the way and tempt the future, and they are just a fucking beauty. The purpose is to get the real personal news from the writer December.

This week, six waves of people have privately contacted the editor Zou Ping and asked him if he could tell who December was? If he could abduct writers to change jobs together in December? Faced with a huge amount of money and money that he had not earned for six years in the past, Zou Ping was moved several times, but in the end he still gritted his teeth and refused.

It’s not that he is noble, but because he understands that he can’t take Li Heng away.

Li Heng has grown into a towering tree now, and his editor has become irrelevant, not to mention that the other party is the person that Editor-in-Chief Liao and Mr. Ba valued. If he does such a conscience-abiding thing, even if he changes jobs, his career will probably be short-lived and bleak at most.

After weighing the trade-offs between money and the dream of gold medal editors, Zouping did not forget his original intention and continued to stay in the magazine "Harvest".

Seeing Li Heng picking out the news reports about "Cultural Travel", he was still enjoying it. There was a faint smile on his lips from time to time. Liu Yue couldn't help but ignore him in two classes.

She wrote a note and asked: Do you also read "Cultural Journey"?

Li Heng was fascinated by reading the news comments. He was shocked when he was shocked when he was surprised. He took a long time to come to his senses and wrote: Read. The reply was concise and concise, and the main point was that there was no time for one.

But Liu Yue didn't plan to let him go, and wrote: How do you think it is written? How do I write?

Wow! Didn’t this flood rush the Dragon King Temple?

Li Hengzhi pointed to the news comments in the newspaper and replied shamelessly: Everyone is praising them! Tsinghua professors praised them, Peking University professors praised them, literary writers praised them, and literary commentators are still praising them. How do you ask me how I write? One word is awesome!

I was in a good mood and was very excited when I was writing on a whim. Li Heng was too lazy to rewrite it, so he just stuffed it to his deskmate. Liu Yue looked strange after reading it.

These words did not conform to Li Heng's calmness at all. If I hadn't seen what he wrote with my own eyes, I would have asked a big question? However, although the tone was a bit exaggerated, the content was real.

This reminded her of the scene of buying Harvest magazine last weekend. Readers from Xinhua Bookstore and newspaper booths all over the place flocked to her. There were too many people and even spontaneously lined up to buy in a long queue, which was really beyond Liu Yue's expectations.

In addition to the meals in the cafeteria, I didn’t expect that someone would queue up to buy a book, and there was a row of half an hour or even longer. The grand scene really made her dumbfounded and her horizons widen.

She lined up three times that day, each time for more than 20 minutes. As a result, every time it was almost her turn, it was out of stock. The salesperson told them: the inventory was cleared and they needed to wait for the next batch of books.

That day, she traveled to several Xinhua bookstores and no less than 7 newspaper booths, but she got nothing. Finally, she went to her aunt's house and got the latest version of "Harvest" magazine.

She still remembered the scene at that time. After taking a shower, my aunt was lying lazily on the sofa in her nightgown and reading a book, reading "Cultural Journey". Liu Yue sat over and asked, "Auntie, is "Cultural Journey" so good? You are watching, and my father and grandfather are watching it too." Huang Zhaoyi didn't raise her head: "Of course."

Liu Yue asked again: "It's better to "Alive"? Or "Cultural Journey"?" Huang Zhaoyi replied: "It's a different subject, it's all good."

After a pause, she added later: "But I may prefer "Cultural Travel". The text is so beautiful and has a particularly artistic conception. When the book is serialized, I will travel one by one according to the place in the book."

Hearing this, Liu Yue turned her head and looked at the crazy aunt carefully, and suddenly asked: "Auntie, do you like the writer December?" The air suddenly stopped!

Huang Zhaoyi pinched the pages with her thumb and index finger, slowly raised her head, "What did your mother tell you?" Liu Yue said slowly, "Do you need to say it? I guess!"

Huang Zhaoyi looked at her niece calmly and said nothing.

Liu Yue explained: "Apart from Peking Opera, you are not particularly concerned about anything else, my aunt.

But every time I read the author’s book in December, I feel the most relaxed and enjoyed it. I have to read a book ten times over and over again. This is unprecedented and very abnormal."

Huang Zhaoyi is 33 years old this year and has already developed a skill to understand people's hearts. "What else did your mother tell you?"

Liu Yue's eyes flashed: "I accidentally saw the letter in your drawer a while ago, the letters I had with the writer December."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhaoyi did not blame her, but said, "That's the match. I thought my family was thieves. Next time I peeked at my letter, remember to return the order to the right, and there were two seals that were reversed."

Liu Yue reached out to hold her aunt's arm: "Did you know long ago?"

Huang Zhaoyi said, "Not only did I know, I also guessed that it was you. There was no loss of anything at home, and you knew where my key was placed." Liu Yue smiled and said, "I deliberately rebeled those two letters."

Huang Zhaoyi was stunned when she heard this, and then she couldn't laugh or cry, "You ghost girl, it turns out that she is messing with me. Let's say, what else do you want to ask?" Liu Yue continued the question just now: "Did you fall in love with the writer December?"

Faced with this problem, Huang Zhaoyi pondered for a long time, and finally shook her head: "I'm not clear either, but I should admire the words in his writing." Liu Yue asked: "Have you ever seen the other party?"

Huang Zhaoyi nodded: "I have met you, but I haven't met you for the official meeting."

Liu Yue wondered: "Why not meet officially?" Huang Zhaoyi said: "The time has not come."

Liu Yue was curious: "What does the other person look like? How old is it? What kind of work does reality do?"

Huang Zhaoyi turned her head and stared at her niece's eyes, saying meaningfully: "Don't be curious, don't inquire, otherwise you will be in a desperate situation like your aunt." "So, are you still falling in love with him?" Liu Yue's eyes were bulging, and she was shining with strange light.

"It's too early to say whether you love or not. But."

Having said this, Huang Zhaoyi no longer concealed it and sighed softly: "This kind of ties is deformed. I dare not speak, nor can I say further. But my aunt likes to see him very much, even if she is close to her, she cannot say hello."

Liu Yue opened her mouth, and the weirdness that had been before disappeared. She asked sympathetically: "Why?" Huang Zhaoyi said nothing.

Liu Yue continued to ask: "Is the other party married? Or is it full of children and grandchildren? Don't you dare to speak easily?" Huang Zhaoyi shook her head and still said nothing.

Liu Yue felt unfair: "Then what are you worried about? So what if the other party gets married? With your conditions, you can't get it?"

Huang Zhaoyi sighed again and said earnestly: "As long as men and women in the world are involved in ties, they will automatically abandon their identities and cater to the other party. If they cannot, then it is not true.

Yueyue, this matter has ended here. I heard from my aunt that you should not ask about the identity of the writer December Yue, or ask again, otherwise we will be very good in the future." Liu Yue asked: "What will happen?"

Huang Zhaoyi wanted to speak but stopped.

Liu Yue asked with a smile: "Auntie, are you afraid that I will fall in love with each other unconsciously like you? Then it will be embarrassing to meet in the future?"

After a while, Huang Zhaoyi laughed and said, "Maybe I haven't gone out these two days and have narrow-minded thoughts. But if there really is that day, my aunt will not be your obstacle."

Hearing that, Liu Yue rolled up her sleeves and said politely: "Don't worry, aunt, please bravely pursue the bonds in your heart.

I am not interested in older people. No matter how charming I am, I am still an old man. It is okay to attract literary and artistic young women like you. I will study abroad in the future and do a big career."

Huang Zhaoyi asked, "What career do you want to do in the future?" Liu Yue showed her longing: "Open a technology company."

Huang Zhaoyi was surprised: "Why is it a technology company?"

Liu Yue said: "After the college entrance examination, I spent 50 cents to buy a copy of "Silicon Valley Fire" during the summer vacation. After reading it, I was shocked. I wanted to go abroad to learn advanced experience abroad in the future, and then return to China to run a high-tech company of our own.

Huang Zhaoyi thought, "I seem to have heard of this book somewhere. It is about Joe, something, it is about computers, right?" Liu Yue said, "Jobs."

Huang Zhaoyi said: "Then you studied the wrong major."

Liu Yuete was confident: "It doesn't matter. I now regard it as my second major. If I have time, I will go to the calculation department to listen to it. I will further my studies after going abroad in the future."

Huang Zhaoyi did not give any comments after hearing this, nor did she comment. Everyone said that interest is the best teacher. Maybe after this enthusiasm is over, you will have other ideas in two years.

Thoughts are rotating, Liu Yue pulls her energy back to the classroom and writes on paper: You are also from Shao City, Hunan. Have you heard from the news that the writer is how old this year December is?

As old as you, 18! Not yet 19! Li Heng complained in his heart, replying: We belong to mountains and hills, with congested traffic and inconvenient information transmission. I haven't heard of it. Liu Yue didn't give up and wrote again: Then how old do you think this writer is?

Li Heng replied: Why are you persistent in asking this? Liu Yue wrote: Curious.

Li Heng replied casually: Curiosity kills the cat, it is better not to be curious.

Looking down at the words on the paper, Liu Yue unconsciously thought of her aunt's instructions, don't be curious! Don't be curious! After a while, she put away the notes, didn't ask anymore, and focused on class.

After reading today's newspaper, Li Heng continued to think about the literature and study the local cultural history of the Shanghai Stock Exchange. These were all obtained by him and editor-in-chief Liao. There were 10 stacks of information, which was enough for him to read for half a month.

In class 5, the middle-aged female teacher who was in the thinking class asked sternly: "Who is Li Heng? Stand up and let me see?" Hearing this, the whole class turned his attention to Li Heng.

Liu Yue couldn't write, so she lowered her head and reminded her in a voice that only two people could hear:

"It should be because you missed class. This teacher is the leader of the school. He is famously difficult to get along with, so don't disobey."

So that's it. Li Heng knew it in his heart and stood up amid the sound of everyone holding their breath.

Teacher Ma Yuan was a little short and slightly fat. Judging from her appearance, she should have good living conditions. She got off the podium, came to Li Heng, and looked at him with a robotic look. After a long time, Teacher Ma Yuan warned: "If you miss classes again, I don't care who you are. Even if you are the king of heaven, you won't have to take the final exam!"

Li Heng had a headache, and he was a human being in two lives, and it was the second time he met such a strong teacher.

But it’s only this year. If we put it aside in the future, haha! In order to survive, which teacher is not sensible?

Besides, there is no lack of classes! Is it possible?

He didn't dare to make a promise. If the inspiration came, he would definitely have missed class and written.

It seems that I usually have to go to the principal and director to burn more incense, otherwise I will have no place to cry in the future.

Didn't take it seriously, and opened Ma Yuan's textbook, Li Heng secretly started his old career and studied literature and materials.

This time, Liu Yue finally got the point of action. Whenever Teacher Ma Yuan saw him, he would kick him under the table, and he raised his head in time.

When the sixth class was over, Liu Yue stretched and said ruthlessly: "Don't sit with me in the future, so as not to implicate me."

Li Heng agreed to be readily, "Okay, I'll sit in the corner at the end."

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