Chapter 199: Bond (Please subscribe!)

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Ye Zhanyan asked, "Are you tired of the erhu?"

Li Heng answered, "Not really, it's just that I'm better at the piano."

He wasn't pretending anymore; he showed his cards!

Mai Sui looked at him, her little thoughts turning and turning.

Ye Zhanyan was in a bit of a dilemma. The strength of the piano program was very strong. The other party had been learning piano specifically since childhood and had even won rankings in international competitions.

Could she just replace someone based on Li Heng's words?

Besides, taking a step back, even if Li Heng's strength was stronger than the other party's, she couldn't do this. Because she had used the school's connections to find the other party in the first place, and now she couldn't do it to betray them.

Liu Yue suggested with a bad conscience at this time, "Li Heng, why don't you play the erhu this time? I'll invite you to play the piano at the New Year's party."

Li Heng was speechless. During the military training art show, this girl had already taken advantage of him once, and now it was the second time. Was she planning to take advantage of him a third time?

Give money!

His price wasn't low!

After muttering and slandering for a while, Li Heng glanced at Mai Sui, but didn't pretend to be cool, and said, "Then let's do it this way."

The persistence again and again finally brought about a loosening of the tone. Ye Zhanyan and Zhao Menglong were very happy and pursued, "What about the repertoire? Have you thought about which piece to play?"

Li Heng said casually, "I know too many. I'll ponder which one is good, and let Mai Sui tell you later."

Hearing this, Ye Zhanyan's face twitched, but she still smiled and said okay.

Waiting for Ye Zhanyan and Zhao Menglong to leave, Li Heng glanced at Liu Yue sideways, thinking to himself, why haven't you left yet? Do you want me to keep you for a meal?

Liu Yue looked at Mai Sui sideways with a blank expression and left.

After this girl went far away, Li Heng whispered to Mai Sui, "I did it all for your sake."

"Yes! I owe you a favor." Mai Sui wanted to laugh but was speechless. He still wanted to take credit for this.

"What kind of relationship do we have? Let's forget about favors. How about half a month of breakfast? What do you think?" Li Heng said as such.

Mai Sui stared at him.

Two seconds later, Li Heng took a step back, "One week, no less."

Mai Sui smiled tenderly, "Okay. But how many benefits you've taken from me, I'll ask for double from Song Yu in the future."

Li Heng didn't care at all, "That's a matter between you women; I won't get involved."

The class bell rang, and they returned to the classroom again.

The second English class was very quiet. Even though Liu Yue was still by his side, she changed her previous appearance and didn't bother with him for the whole class.

The next third and fourth classes were advanced mathematics. Li Heng had previewed them in advance and felt that listening or not listening didn't make much difference, because he knew them all.

Not wanting to waste time, he habitually flipped through the newspaper first. This was because Mai Sui knew his habits and bought it together when buying breakfast in the morning.

In the blink of an eye, it was late October. The bimonthly issue of "Harvest" magazine came out a few days ago.

Like previous issues, it published 6 chapters of "Cultural Travel Notes," continuing from the 19th chapter to the 24th.

The sales of this issue of "Harvest" magazine were as good as ever, breaking through 1.2 million copies in the first three or four days of publication.

Originally, these were all within everyone's expectations. Previous issues also sold well in the first few days, and would show a downward trend after four days.

But this time it was different!

The fifth and sixth days not only didn't decrease, but sales were maintained at over 300,000 copies per day. Especially on the 7th day, the situation ushered in a sudden change! Sales ushered in a surge! Ushered in a major turning point! The sales of "Harvest" magazine broke an astonishing 2.2 million copies!

What level is 2.2 million copies?!

It was a heaven-defying level that would make the industry leader "People's Literature" open its mouth wide and cry bitterly!

Not to mention literary magazines like "October," "Contemporary," and "Flower City." Envy was there! Jealousy was there! Madness and even more red-eyed jealousy were all there!

Breaking through 2.2 million copies in just one week, it suppressed "People's Literature" for the fourth time, which caused a huge sensation in the industry.

The name of the writer "December" shone in the literary world again!

"Cultural Travel Notes" slaughtered the screens of major domestic newspapers again!

Many magazine offices couldn't sit still, and one after another secretly reached their hands into the interior of "Harvest" magazine, using money to open the way, using the future to seduce, damn it, it was just missing beauties. The purpose was to extract the true personal information of the writer "December."

This week, 6 waves of people had privately found editor Zou Ping, asking him if he could tell who "December" was? Asking if he could abduct the writer "December" to jump ship together?

Facing massive amounts of money, facing the money he couldn't earn even after 6 years of hard work in the past, Zou Ping was moved several times, but finally gritted his teeth and refused.

He couldn't refuse. It wasn't that he was noble, but because he understood that he couldn't take Li Heng away.

Li Heng had already grown into a towering tree, and he, the editor, had become irrelevant. Not to mention that the other party was someone valued by Editor-in-Chief Liao and Mr. Ba. If he did this kind of conscience-less thing, even if he jumped ship, his career would probably be a flash in the pan at most, dark and dim.

Weighing between money and the dream of being a gold-medal editor, Zou Ping didn't forget his original intention and continued to stay at "Harvest" magazine.

Seeing Li Heng specifically looking at news reports about "Cultural Travel Notes," and watching with relish, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth from time to time, Liu Yue, who hadn't bothered with him for two classes, couldn't help it.

She wrote a note to ask: Do you also read "Cultural Travel Notes"?

Li Heng was fascinated by the news commentary. He was startled by the sudden note, and it took a long time to come back to his senses. He picked up his pen and wrote: Read.

The reply was concise and to the point, mainly because he had no time.

However, Liu Yue didn't intend to let him go, writing: What do you think of the writing?

Asking me what I think of the writing?

Huo! Isn't this the Dragon King Temple being washed by the Great Water!

Li Heng pointed to the news commentary in the newspaper and replied shamelessly: Everyone is praising it! Tsinghua professors praised it, Peking University professors praised it, literary writers praised it, and literary critics are still praising it. You ask me what I think of the writing? One word, awesome!

He was in too good a mood and wrote excitedly. Li Heng was too lazy to rewrite it, so he just handed it to his deskmate like that.

After reading it, Liu Yue's face was strange.

These words didn't fit Li Heng's steady character at all. If she hadn't seen him write it just now, she would have wanted to put a big question mark on it.

However, although the tone was a bit exaggerated, the content was the real situation.

This reminded her of the scene when she went to buy "Harvest" magazine last weekend. Readers from Xinhua Bookstore and various newsstands flocked to it. There were too many people, and they even spontaneously lined up to buy it. This really exceeded Liu Yue's expectations.

Except for getting food in the cafeteria, she didn't expect that someone would line up to buy a book, and line up for half an hour or even longer. That grand scene really made her dumbfounded and opened her eyes.

That day, she lined up 3 times, each time for more than 20 minutes. As a result, every time it was almost her turn, there was no stock. The salesperson told them: The inventory has been cleared, and you need to wait for the next batch of books.

That day, she ran to several Xinhua Bookstores and no less than 7 newsstands, but gained nothing. Finally, she ran to her aunt's house to get the latest version of "Harvest" magazine.

She still remembered the scene at that time. Her aunt had finished showering, wearing a bathrobe, lazily lying on the sofa reading a book, reading "Cultural Travel Notes."

Liu Yue sat over and asked, "Aunt, is 'Cultural Travel Notes' that good-looking? You are reading it, and Dad and Grandpa are also reading it."

Huang Zhaoyi didn't raise her head, "Naturally good."

Liu Yue asked again, "Is 'To Live' good? Or is 'Cultural Travel Notes' good?"

Huang Zhaoyi answered, "They are different subjects, both good."

After a pause, she added a sentence later, "But I might prefer 'Cultural Travel Notes' more. The writing is too beautiful, especially artistic. After this book is finished, I want to travel to the places in the book one by one."

Hearing this, Liu Yue turned her head to look at this obsessed aunt and suddenly asked coldly, "Aunt, do you like the writer 'December'?"

The air suddenly stagnated!

Huang Zhaoyi pinched the page with her thumb and index finger and slowly raised her head, "Your mother told you?"

Liu Yue said slowly, "Need to say? I guessed it!"

Huang Zhaoyi stared at her niece, not saying a word.

Liu Yue explained, "Except for Peking Opera, Aunt, you are not particularly concerned about other things.

But every time you read the writer 'December's' book, you are the most relaxed, your expression is very enjoyable, and you have to read a book ten times repeatedly. This is unprecedented, very abnormal."

Huang Zhaoyi was 33 this year and had long practiced the ability to see through people's hearts, "What else did your mother tell you?"

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

Hearing this, Huang Zhaoyi didn't blame her, but said, "Then it matches. I thought there was a thief at home. Next time you steal my letters, remember to put the order back. Two of them were reversed."

Liu Yue reached out and held her aunt's arm, "You knew early?"

Huang Zhaoyi said, "Not only did I know, but I also guessed it was you. Nothing was lost at home, and you know where my keys are."

Liu Yue smiled, "I put those two letters back on purpose."

Huang Zhaoyi was stunned, then couldn't laugh or cry, "You little ghost, so you were setting me up. Tell me, what else do you want to ask?"

Liu Yue continued the previous question, "Do you love the writer 'December'?"

Facing this question, Huang Zhaoyi pondered for a long time and finally shook her head, "I'm not clear either, but I should admire the words he wrote."

Liu Yue asked, "Have you met the other party?"

Huang Zhaoyi nodded, "Met, but didn't meet formally."

Liu Yue didn't understand, "Why not meet formally?"

Huang Zhaoyi said, "The time is not yet ripe."

Liu Yue was curious, "Then what does the other party look like? How old? What is his job in reality?"

Huang Zhaoyi turned her head to stare at her niece's eyes and said meaningfully, "Don't be curious, don't ask, otherwise you will fall into an abyss like your aunt."

"So, you still love him?" Liu Yue's eyes were bulingbuling, flashing with strange light.

"Love or not, it's too early to say. However..."

At this point, Huang Zhaoyi didn't hide it anymore and sighed softly, "This bond is deformed. I dare not speak, and I cannot speak further.

But Aunt really likes to see him, even if she can't say hello when she is close at hand."

Liu Yue's mouth opened, the previous quirkiness disappeared, and she asked sympathetically, "Why?"

Huang Zhaoyi didn't speak.

Liu Yue continued to ask, "Is the other party married? Or has children and grandchildren? You dare not speak easily?"

Huang Zhaoyi shook her head, still not making a sound.

Liu Yue complained, "Then what are you worried about? Even if the other party is married, so what? With your conditions, can't you get it?"

Huang Zhaoyi sighed again and said earnestly, "Men and women in the world, as long as they involve bonds, will automatically cast aside their identities to cater to each other. If they can't, then it's not true heart.

Yueyue, this matter ends here. Listen to Aunt's advice. Don't ask about the identity of the writer 'December', and don't ask again, otherwise we will be very..."

Liu Yue pursued, "Will be what?"

Huang Zhaoyi stopped talking.

Liu Yue asked with a smile, "Aunt, are you afraid that I will be like you, and will unknowingly fall in love with the other party? And then it will be very awkward when we meet in the future?"

Facing each other for a while, for a long time, Huang Zhaoyi said inexplicably, "Maybe it's because I haven't gone out for two days, and my thinking is narrow. But if that day really comes, Aunt won't become your stumbling block."

Hearing this, Liu Yue rolled up her sleeves and said softly, "Don't worry, Aunt, go bravely to pursue the bond in your heart.

This young lady is not interested in older ones. No matter how charming he is, he is just an old man. It's okay to attract literary young women like you. I am going to study abroad in the future and want to do a big career."

Huang Zhaoyi asked, "What career do you want to do in the future?"

Liu Yue showed longing, "Open a technology company."

Huang Zhaoyi was surprised, "Why a technology company?"

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

Huang Zhaoyi was thoughtful, "I seem to have heard of this book somewhere. It's about a Joe something, right? It's about computers, right?"

Liu Yue said, "Jobs."

Huang Zhaoyi said, "Then you chose the wrong major."

Liu Yue was very confident, "It doesn't matter, I now treat it as a second major, and I will go to the computer department to audit when I have time, and then study further after going abroad."

Huang Zhaoyi didn't give an opinion after listening, nor did she express a comment. They all say interest is the best teacher. Maybe after this enthusiasm passes, Yueyue will have other ideas in two years.

Thoughts turned, Liu Yue pulled her energy back to the classroom and wrote on the paper: You are also from Shao City, Xiangnan. Have you heard from small news how old the writer 'December' is this year?

As old as you, 18! Not yet 19! Li Heng muttered to himself, replied: We belong to mountain hills, traffic is blocked, information transmission is inconvenient, haven't heard.

Liu Yue wouldn't give up, wrote again: Then how old do you think this writer is?

Li Heng replied: Why are you obsessed with asking this?

Liu Yue wrote: Curious.

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

Staring at the words on the paper, Liu Yue couldn't help but think of her aunt's advice, don't be curious! Don't be curious!

After a while, she put away the note, didn't ask again, and focused on the class.

After reading today's newspaper, Li Heng continued to ponder the literature materials. He studied the local cultural history of Shanghai. These were all obtained by him asking Editor-in-Chief Liao. There were a full 10 stacks of materials, enough for him to flip through for half a month.

In the 5th class, the middle-aged female teacher who taught ideological and moral cultivation asked strictly, "Who is Li Heng? Stand up and let me see?"

Listening to this, all the students in the class cast their eyes on Li Heng.

Liu Yue didn't have time to write, lowered her head, and reminded in a voice that only two people could hear:

"It should be because of your absenteeism. This teacher is a leader in the management school and is famous for being difficult to get along with. Don't disobey."

So that's it. Li Heng knew it in his heart. Amidst the gasps of the crowd, he stood up.

The ideological and moral cultivation teacher was a bit short and slightly fat. Judging from her appearance, her living conditions should be good. She came down from the podium, came to Li Heng's side, and scanned him with a robot's eyes.

For a long time, the ideological and moral cultivation teacher warned, "If you are absent again, I don't care who you are, even if you are the King of Heaven, you don't have to take the final exam!"

Li Heng had a headache. Being a human for two lives, this was the second time he had encountered such a stubborn teacher.

But it was just this era. If it were later generations, heh! For survival, which teacher isn't slippery?

Besides, not missing class! Is it possible?

He didn't dare to guarantee it. If inspiration came, he would definitely be absent to write.

It seems that he has to go to the principal and director to burn more incense in the future, otherwise there will be no place to cry later.

Not taking it too seriously, he opened the ideological and moral cultivation textbook, and Li Heng secretly went back to his old profession, studying literature materials.

This time, Liu Yue finally played a little role. Every time the ideological and moral cultivation teacher looked over, she kicked him under the table, and he raised his head in time.

After the 6th class, Liu Yue stretched and said ruthlessly, "Don't sit with this young lady in the future, lest you implicate me."

Li Heng agreed readily, "Fine, I'll sit in the corner at the back."

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(End of chapter) *** **Chapter 200: Ocarina**