Chapter 286: There is another surprise?

Chapter 286: There is another surprise?

Chapter 286: There is another surprise?

"Has anyone ever told you that I care about..."

The cell phone kept ringing, but the upset Ms. Gu did not answer the call.

Phew—because her brother cared very, very much about her high school entrance examination results, perhaps more than her mother.

Therefore, Gu Jiayu appeared relaxed on the surface, but in fact she was so nervous inside that she didn't dare to accept it.

The heroine was wrong about this. With Gu's mother's ability, she had no way of influencing the enrollment of key high schools.

About half an hour later, the same cell phone ringtone rang again.

It was a song that Gu Jiayu obviously liked very much, but she felt a little annoyed with it.

"Hello, hello, hello, please reply if you receive this message. Please reply if you receive this message. I'm Gu Jiayu." The heroine answered the call.

She was worried that if she didn't answer the phone, her brother would get worried. When you are used to living in someone else's home, you will subconsciously put your own emotions at the back of your priority list.

My brother's joyful voice came from the other end of the phone, "Come on, come on, my Flatland has sold over 600,000 copies, setting a record. We have to celebrate."

"A big meal?" The heroine was startled.

"You must have a feast! You can eat whatever you want. You have no shortage of money."

"Any seafood? Big lobster!"

"must have."

"What about steak? I want to eat steak too."

"Yes!"

"Grilled lamb kebabs. Ulu Ulu grilled lamb kebabs."

"still have."

"Sushi, you said before that you would treat me to sushi."

"Arrange it."

……

Gu Jiayu talked about all the delicious food she could think of, and the person on the other end of the phone agreed to all of them.

Later, Gu Jiayu couldn't help laughing, and laughed inexplicably, "How can there be everything?"

"Why not? Let's go to the buffet. One hundred and twenty-six per person. We have everything you mentioned." Gu Lu was not making up stories.

The current 126 buffet is worth the quality of 13-1 in the future. Although it is not the most expensive in the foggy city in , it is also T.

"Do you have the confidence that you can make back your investment?" Gu Lu asked.

More than a hundred. Gu Jiayu lowered her head and calculated it, then answered with great determination, "I can do it!"

"Okay, eat only until you're 70% to 80% full tonight and save some space for dinner. See you tomorrow." After Gu Lu finished speaking, he hung up the phone before his sister could react.

Looking at the phone, Gu Jiayu was stunned for a long time.

I didn't expect this to be the case.

The phone call reduced Gu Jiayu's anxiety a lot. Thinking of the conversation, saliva began to secrete from her mouth.

Oops, I'm a bit greedy.

Gu Lu, who had just hung up the phone, was also greedy after listening to his sister mention so many dishes.

Let’s eat a little tonight. Gu Lu got up and prepared to go to the vegetable market.

Reliving his student days allowed Gu Lu to truly empathize with his students.

Let’s take an example. Your high school entrance exam is over. If you are very confident, what will be your reaction?
Anyway, Gu Lu wanted everyone within a 50-mile radius to know that “this one is a sure thing!”

The heroine is also a boastful person. Since she didn't call to share her experience two days after the exam, it proved that she was not sure. Gu Lu thought that as a brother, what he should do is to make his sister forget about the exam temporarily.

King Guru entered the vegetable market and demonstrated what it means that plans cannot keep up with changes.

He saw tofu pudding... Everyone in Fog City knows that tofu pudding goes really well with rice.

It seems that Gu Lu is going to prepare meat tofu pudding tonight.

If you are not from Sichuan or Chongqing, you may not know what meat tofu pudding is, so I won’t say much about it, since you can’t eat it anyway.

"No, no, I can't eat anymore." Gu Lu quickly stopped his hand from trying to serve more rice.

Put the rice in the refrigerator and make fried rice with egg tomorrow morning.

After resting for more than half an hour, Gu Lu went out for a walk, and unexpectedly encountered...

"Sister Nana, why are you here?" Gu Lu asked.

That’s right, it’s been a long time since I last saw Chen Na, the class monitor in junior high school.

At this moment, Chen Na was wearing white nylon gloves and holding a broom. Although she was not wearing the orange vest of a cleaner, she had a special cart next to her.

What kind of style is this?
"Great writer! I didn't expect to see you here." Chen Na's eyes lit up when she saw Gu Lu, "Help the cleaning lady pick up the trash."

Currently Chen Na is the same height as the last time they met, but Gu Lu is taller than her now.

"Volunteer?" Gu Lu thought of Zhao Juan.

"We are not volunteers, we just spread love." Chen Na said, "We selected three people to help. The aunt who sweeps this street has a grandson who is sick recently. She has to go to the hospital to take care of him, so she is a little busy recently, so I came to help."

"Spreading love?" Gu Lu felt that these words sounded familiar, as if they were initiated by Zhao Juan.

As expected, only students would really follow this kind of thing. Most adults would forget about it.

"That's perfect. I'll come and help too. I just need to digest my food after dinner." Gu Lu didn't ask why it was the cleaning lady, or the children, or why the aunt was asked to take care of his grandson.

There is too much suffering in the world, and there are too many reasons that can cause it.

Chen Na did not refuse to help, but she thought to herself that it was not necessary to be arrogant even if she became a great writer.

They started sweeping the main road, and the street lights were already on. Gu Lu took the long clips he borrowed from Chen Na and picked up some things that were difficult to clean with a broom.

When old classmates meet, they talk about how they are doing recently.

Gu Lu heard a lot of news from his old classmates. Almost no one in the junior high school group was talking anymore. Occasionally someone would come out to talk, but they were ignored.

So it was quite interesting to listen to the class monitor talk about these things about his junior high school classmates.

Another junior high school classmate, Chen Xue, dropped out of technical secondary school. She has already started working in a factory and is said to be living with her boyfriend. Gu Lu, who worked in a factory in his previous life, knows that small factories love to recruit underage workers.

There is too much differentiation in high schools... As I said before, Gu Lu is quite concerned about Chen Xue.

Maybe it’s her contrasting personalities, maybe it’s her tough way of speaking, or maybe it’s her filial piety towards her grandmother.

Gu Lu didn't know what to say when he heard that.

"Great writer, there is one advantage of being your junior high school classmate." Chen Na's sudden words interrupted Gu Lu's thoughts.

"what?"

"Our Chinese teacher always uses you as an example every time a classmate writes a poor composition." Chen Na coughed twice and imitated, "Compositions must be written well. Writing well is very useful. Chen Na's classmate Gu Lu is a good example. He has won awards for composition since he was a child."

"This wave of hatred is very tight." Gu Lu commented.

"Hahaha, that's right. There are a few students in our class who have never seen you, but they often hear the teacher say this." Chen Na said, "They hate you so much."

Hate him all you want, King Gollum is fearless anyway.

With two people sweeping the streets, they are much more efficient.

"Okay, we're done. We just need to give this area a rough clean. It will save Aunt Liu a lot of time." Chen Na said.

Chen Na suddenly suggested, "Would you like to join our love-spreading program?"

Gu Lu was already past the age of idealism, so he shook his head and refused. He still remembered that Zhao Juan was blackmailed when she helped someone more than half a year ago. Idealistic fighters are always hit hard by reality.

Including Sister Nana, it was a bit absurd to think about it, sweeping the streets in the evening. If Gu Lu hadn't run into them while taking a walk, he wouldn't have believed it.

"How's Zhao Zhao?" Gu Lu asked another fighter.

"Juanzi is fine, but..."

"But what?"

"Juanzi's father seems to be changing jobs, and the whole family seems to be moving to another province."

"Going to school in another province? That would be hard to integrate into the society."

After a few words, Gu Lu and Chen Na said goodbye. The latter also wanted to return the equipment to Aunt Liu.

Gu Lu left first.

Watching the great writer leave, Chen Na murmured, "Juanzi, you are so stubborn!"

It took Gu Lu twenty minutes to walk back. That's right, twenty minutes of his half-hour walk to a place he didn't normally go.

It is also equivalent to opening a map.

Ding--

【Carnegie Children's Literature Award】【Lewis Carroll Book Award】【Studio Ghibli remake】Transformed into "The Little Man Under the Floor"

Details: The little people under the floor in Mary Norton's works live on some little things that are ignored by people. They use stamps to decorate the wall, matchboxes to make chests, blotting paper to make carpets, pins to make door latches, and small bowls to make bathtubs... This book makes the author one of the most important children's writers in the UK!

What is this wave?

Good deeds will be rewarded!
Gu Lu smiled. "The Borrower Arrietty" was actually a remake of a novel.

"A book made the author one of the most important children's writers in the UK. That means this book will last a lifetime." Gu Lu learned two things through the information in his mind.

First of all, the international reputation of The Little Man Under the Floor is far less than that of The Little Prince, but in the field of stage plays, The Little Man is far ahead. At its peak, the stage plays adapted from The Little Man were performed in more than 20 theaters in London's West End at the same time.

Secondly, the reason that can trigger it is indeed street sweeping. The little people live with all kinds of small things of humans. The things that Gu Lu picked up with the pliers just now should be in line with the plot.

do not care.

With joy in his heart, Gu Lu walked home without recognizing anyone.

What is the first thing people do when they get home in the foggy city in summer? They turn on the air conditioner!
The surface temperature is actually not that high at night, but the fog in the air is also hot, just like being wrapped in a scalding wet towel.

The collar of his shirt was soaked with sweat, and Gu Lu wanted to cool down, so he turned on the air conditioner. He heard that this was not good, but he couldn't help it.

I logged into my email, but Sato, the editor-in-chief of Neon MM magazine, still hadn't replied.

What happened? Could it be that someone had an accident? Gu Lu shook his head. He couldn't think of the worst. What if MM magazine went bankrupt and the computer was confiscated? What if Editor-in-Chief Sato couldn't find his email address for a while?

"The Little Man Under the Floor" is very well written. Gu Lu had thought of leaving two peaks for the fairy tale novel. The lonely peak is still lonely.

That fable was rejected by President Jian.

This is a good fairy tale written for children.

One for adults and one for children, that’s it!

"They are borrowers who live by borrowing things from adults."

“They know that their lives depend on them being able to remain invisible.”

“The world is too big for them, but they still face it bravely.”

“Courage means standing up and speaking; courage also means sitting down and listening.”

……

It's really well written and full of imagination. Personally, Gu Lu would give it a 9.

Gu Lu finished his work and slept very soundly.

But some people abroad didn't sleep because of him.

Moya, the leader of the Spanish cultural exchange group, knocked on Professor Chen's door late at night after the exchange meeting ended in the day.

Fortunately, Professor Chen is also a night owl and was organizing the communication documents.

"Mr. Moya? You came to see me so late, do you want to have a drink with me?"

Professor Chen welcomed Mo Ya in.

The temperature difference between day and night in Madrid is quite large. In June, the temperature during the day is over 30 degrees, and you can't live without air conditioning. But at night, the temperature can be just over 20 degrees.

Therefore, Moya's clothes are different from those during the day.

Professor Chen made tea and showed his hospitality etiquette.

"Professor Chen, I have an unwelcome request. I don't know if you can tell me. But this is what we need most urgently."

Oh, Moya's Chinese level is really good, he has a lot of little words.

You want to take the civil service exam? You are talking in such a roundabout way. Professor Chen said, "Mr. Moya, please tell me that China and the West have established diplomatic relations for 40 years and have a very tacit relationship."

"Last year, there was an earthquake in Lorca, Murcia, Spain, and we in China helped with post-disaster reconstruction. And in 08, when we were in trouble, Spain also provided us with 7 tons of supplies, including medicines," Professor Chen said.

Hearing this, Moya no longer hid his feelings.

"All the works we exchange this time will be published in newspapers," Moya said, "but can the preface to "The Immortal Fugitive" be omitted?"

Omit... Professor Chen discussed with Dong Yansheng at the time and also thought about whether to omit it. In the end, he did not do so. On the one hand, the article was good enough and it was good to have a preface. On the other hand, wasn't it just waiting for the Spanish side to come and talk?

“Is there something wrong with the values ​​of this article?” Professor Chen apologized quickly. “Sorry, sorry. Our exchange group will remove this article from the exchange soon.”

Professor, you are so mean when you play tricks on me!
“No, no, no.” Moya waved his hands quickly, too excited to speak Chinese.

"The Immortal Fugitive is the most exciting work I have seen at the exchange meeting," Moya explained quickly, "so our exchange group plans to recommend it to La Libélula Vaga magazine for publication."

As an expert on Spain, Professor Chen certainly knew that Wandering Dragonfly was a Spanish literary magazine. By analogy, it was the equivalent of Harvest in the Spanish-speaking world.

Why not the Spanish-speaking world's "People's Literature"? As the name suggests, the wandering dragonfly is a Spanish "idiom", an object of free expression and innovation. So the magazine is a pioneer!

Good things can shine everywhere, but the Spaniards' love for the article exceeded his expectations.

It was actually arranged directly in the "Wandering Dragonfly" magazine. So far, no Chinese writer's works have been published in Wandering Dragonfly.

Professor Chen thought about it in his mind, but his face showed embarrassment.

He said, "Mr. Moya, you should know that genius writers all have strong personalities. Deleting the work..."

"I understand," Moya said. "If I could write this kind of work at the age of sixteen, I would feel like I should be in the teacher's position and teach the teacher."

Mainly, Moya was silent for a long time before he continued, "Chen, we have known each other for four or five years."

Are you going to start making friends? Professor Chen listened.

"Spain needs confidence, and Spain needs the confidence that China's talented players can bring." Moya also revealed his cards.

Indeed, the current domestic situation in Spain is very bad. It began to show signs last year, and this year it is even more of an economic crisis.

The key to this economic crisis is largely due to the government's inappropriate policies.

The construction industry is a pillar industry in Spain, but the situation is so serious that the largest real estate development company has filed for bankruptcy protection.

When the economy is bad, many extreme ideas will emerge. I won’t go into details. Anyway, as Moya said, we need a little national confidence.

Professor Chen understood that the article of "The Immortal Fugitive" was good on the one hand, and on the other hand, it was "Chinese talent". After all, China actively participated in the global economy and was one of the five major gangsters, so it had a certain influence.

"So Chen, please." Moya pleaded.

"I understand. Even if Gu Lu is unwilling, I will definitely do my best to make this happen." Professor Chen appeared moved on the surface, but in fact, he was calm inside.

Otherwise, how can he be the team leader?
Although Moya would not believe everything the other party said, he felt much more at ease after hearing this.

"Chen, I will definitely remember your friendship." Moya said.

Leaving aside the sequence, judging from the full text, Balboa seems to be the first person in the world to see the Pacific Ocean, but not the first European.

In terms of boosting morale, it is better. The geniuses of China admire our country's people. Our country is still good! Maybe that's the mentality.

Of course, the effect of an article is not that great, but isn’t the influence of literature gentle yet firm?
In addition, the current anti-colonial sentiment in Europe and the United States is politically correct, and "The Immortal Fugitive" also criticizes the colonizers. This kind of article that is both critical and confidence-boosting is really rare.

Mo Ya didn't stay in Professor Chen's room for long. After talking about serious matters and exchanging a few pleasantries, he left.

I thought that the communication was over and the mission of the literary work had been achieved.

Because the public doesn't care much about things like official announcements of exchange works.

To be frank, do you search for and watch works written by foreigners? I guess most people don't know about this, and the Spanish people are the same.

But it is different for Wandering Dragonfly, which has a circulation of over a million copies. Writers from 21 Spanish-speaking regions including Argentina, Chile, and Mexico are chasing after this magazine.

This is enough to show that the influence of this avant-garde literary magazine is not limited to Spain.

Without the rise of China, without the economic crisis in Spain, and without the quality of this work, it would not have been pushed to the level of wandering dragonfly.

When times come, heaven and earth all work together!
Gu Lu's work is going to make a small splash in the Spanish literary world. I don't know how the Spanish literary world will comment on it.

Professor Chen thought, oh yes, I need to call the author to discuss this matter.

"The last time we met, Xiao Gu had a nice personality. He should be easy to talk to, right?" Professor Chen thought about the time difference. Spain is six hours behind, and it is early morning in China now.

Don’t disturb other people’s rest time. Let’s talk about it tomorrow.

"Mo Ya, you were such a free and easy person when we met two years ago, but you are like this this year." Professor Chen felt somewhat relieved.

Professor Chen put on his coat and prepared to go next door to talk to Dong Yansheng about this matter. He must ask for some benefits, such as making it easier for Huaxia Literature Publishing. Although he sympathized, he couldn't help for nothing...

On the other side of the ocean, Gu Lu got up from bed early. He had to get up early because he was going to have a big lunch with the heroine.

(End of this chapter)