Chapter 39: , Do You Know That Person? Marry Him

Dai Shu, editor-in-chief Zhou Mingwei, and the colleagues in the editorial department all gave *To Live* unanimous sincere praise, which made Chen Xiaomi feel very comfortable and very face-saving.

Passing it around, passing it around, Chen Xiaomi felt that as long as she could grasp this opportunity, her name would quickly spread in the industry, and her life would usher in a highlight moment along with *To Live*.

At the same time, she could use this to tear off the label of "entering People's Literature through the connections of the older generation."

It was just that she didn't know if the subsequent length could still be as wonderful as the front?

Chen Xiaomi was muttering in her heart; this was the only place she was worried and uncertain about so far.

It really wasn't that she was looking for bones in an egg.

But as a review editor, she had seen too many manuscripts that started high and ended low.

Seeing her walking out of the editor-in-chief's office with a face full of joy, Zhou Chunlan, who had been secretly watching, immediately put on a concerned look and asked:

"Xiaomi, what did the editor-in-chief say?"

Hearing this, Sister Liao, Dai Shu, and other colleagues all stopped their work and raised their heads.

Seeing this fake sister Zhou Chunlan's hypocritical appearance, Chen Xiaomi felt it was funny.

But she was a person with high emotional intelligence and wouldn't go to expose the other party, replying: "Uncle Zhou and Dai Shu's opinions are consistent, saying it's good!"

Good! A concise word.

But those who knew Zhou Mingwei understood that this was the highest evaluation.

In this instant, everyone in the editorial department seemed to see a star of tomorrow rising rapidly, like fireworks, blooming in the sky with a "whoosh."

"Xiaomi, congratulations!"

"Xiaomi, remember to treat us to a drink when it succeeds."

"..."

Listening to colleagues congratulating Chen Xiaomi, Zhou Chunlan tried hard to maintain the stiff smile on her face, but her heart was collapsing: This was clearly mine...

After exchanging pleasantries with everyone, Chen Xiaomi was anxious about the big event, which was to call back according to the contact information left by "Twelve Months."

0739-885708

Her fingers slid quickly across the number area 10 times, and after confirming that the phone number was correct again, Chen Xiaomi straightened up and finally pressed the "#" key.

Was the writer Twelve Months a man or a woman?

How old?

Thirty?

Or forty?

Is it easy to get along with? Is it easy to communicate?

"Hello, who is this?"

Just as she was pondering while holding the receiver, the phone was already connected, and a very sexy female voice came from the other end.

A woman?

And the voice was so magnetic, then the age shouldn't be small, Chen Xiaomi quickly made a judgment in her heart, and then responded:

"Hello! Is this the writer Twelve Months?"

Writer Twelve Months?

Li Heng's pen name was Twelve Months, Wang Runwen was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted:

"I'm not Twelve Months, I'm his friend, may I ask who you are?"

Chen Xiaomi sipped water to moisten her burning throat, "I am an editor of People's Literature, Chen Xiaomi, may I ask if Twelve Months is there?"

At this moment, a burst of buzzing current noise came from the phone, making Wang Runwen not hear what the other party said.

So she asked again: "People's Literature?"

It was common for phones to have noise in this era; Chen Xiaomi was used to it: "Right, can you help me call Twelve Months?"

Looking through the window at the teaching building across the playground, Wang Runwen said: "He is not here now, you call back at noon."

Not here?

Chen Xiaomi asked patiently: "May I ask, when does Twelve Months have time at noon?"

Full classes in the morning, the dismissal time for the fourth period was 12:10, and it would take a few minutes to walk over, so Wang Runwen replied immediately: "After 12:20, it's better to be a bit later."

"Okay, thank you!"

Not meeting the person on the first contact, Chen Xiaomi's hot heart was a bit disappointed, but not much.

In her thinking, with the golden signboard of "People's Literature," as long as she spoke properly and followed up in time, this was basically a nailed-down thing.

Putting the red receiver back in its original place, Wang Runwen suddenly patted her forehead, cursing herself for being stupid, and actually forgot about *Harvest* magazine.

*People's Literature* 12:20

*Harvest* magazine about 12:30

Wouldn't the two clash?

The English teacher instinctively wanted to call back, but there was no caller ID in this era, so she could only give up unwillingly.

Then she fell into deep thought, what did Li Heng write?

Why was it *People's Literature* and *Harvest* magazine?

Listening to that tone, it seemed like they were all rushing to get on the pole...

Wang Runwen, as an English teacher, usually had to take two classes, not to mention a pile of trivial life matters to deal with; she didn't pay much attention to literature on weekdays and basically had no concept of these two magazines.

Even to say something unpleasant, she wasn't as familiar with them as *Storytelling*, *Youth Digest*, *Bud*, *Reader*, and Qiong Yao's novels.

After all, she was just an ordinary person; literary things like this were too far away from her, and they didn't have the attraction of those romances and gossip.

At least those romances could satisfy her romantic fantasies as a woman, and could also help her vent her worries in the shower room in the dead of night.

It was Wang Qi and the dean who often published articles in newspapers, occasionally earning ten or twenty manuscript fees; they should know more.

Originally, she thought that what Li Heng wrote was similar to what Teacher Wang Qi and the others wrote, so she didn't pay much attention at the time and didn't ask deeply.

But now it seemed that this matter was strange; she had to ask Li Heng later, otherwise, it would be bad if she delayed his big event because of poor information.

Thinking this way, Wang Runwen, who had just returned from the classroom, changed her shoes again and went downstairs.

It was the Lantern Festival tomorrow, but the cold north wind was still howling, making people's livers and gallbladders tremble.

The teacher's family building was close to the school gate; Wang Runwen pulled her black scarf, simply went outside the school to buy a few cups of tofu brain with sugar, a dozen hot meat buns, and packed a few fried dough sticks with oil paper.

When she went up to the third-floor platform of the teaching building, she bumped into Wang Qi, who asked in surprise:

"Runwen, didn't you go back because you were feeling unwell? Why are you here again?"

She was feeling unwell because today was the first day of her period, and her waist was a bit painful.

She only turned around during the early morning self-study and let Teacher Wang Qi substitute for her.

Wang Runwen tossed her long hair: "Looking for Li Heng for something."

Wang Qi had long been used to the close relationship between her and Li Heng, and had also heard the rumors from Liu Yejiang, but he scoffed at them.

Because they had been together for many years, he understood the other person's nature and trusted the other person's character. He didn't think Teacher Wang would be unclear and fall in love with a student.

Wang Runwen opened the breakfast bag: "Jingcheng Lao Wang, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, right? Eat some while it's hot?"

Wang Qi shivered from the cold and asked happily: "I have a share too?"

Wang Runwen curled her lips: "Nonsense, when did I miss you?"

Wang Qi let out a "Heh," grabbed a hot meat bun and took a bite; it was fat, tender, and juicy, and he took another cup of tofu brain and slurped it, praising:

"Thanks to Li Heng, this kid, for the past two years, I've saved a lot of breakfast money."

Wang Runwen didn't care and teased him: "Eww...! Despise you, this is your pattern; how much is this worth?"

The two teachers ate breakfast and chatted about the class learning situation; in the middle, Wang Runwen suddenly asked: "Jingcheng Lao Wang, let me ask you something."

Wang Qi's mouth was full of food and he had no time, so he nodded at her.

Wang Runwen asked: "Have you heard of *People's Literature* magazine?"

Wang Qi swallowed the fried dough stick in his mouth: "Heard of it, what's wrong?"

Wang Runwen asked: "Can what you write on weekdays be published in *People's Literature*?"

Hearing this, Teacher Wang Qi was almost choked, grinning self-deprecatingly: "Hate! You look too highly of me; my three-legged cat kung fu would be the limit if it could be published in a provincial newspaper, let alone *People's Literature*! Even if the Wang family's ancestral grave smoked, there would be no such hope."

Wang Runwen was shocked, "You weren't like this before, calling yourself a cultural person."

Teacher Wang Qi laughed and said: "I was bragging; anyway, you half-illiterates don't understand, so I just bragged. Speaking of which, why did you mention *People's Literature* today?"

"Nothing, just asking."

Wang Runwen asked again: "What about *Harvest* magazine? Have you heard of it?"

Teacher Wang Qi said: "Cattle person! Those who can get on this are literary writers in the true sense, all are powerful characters, not comparable to the ten or twenty manuscript fees we earn."

Thinking about it, Wang Runwen came out with a cold sentence: "If someone submits a manuscript and both magazines call, what is the concept?"

Teacher Wang Qi widened his eyes: "There is such a good thing? Do you know that person? Marry him."

PS: Two dogs in the neighborhood barked all night, didn't rest well, the next chapter will be late (this chapter might be a bit watery, don't scold me, my head is dizzy).

Starting today, I'm saving manuscripts for the shelves.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 40 =====