Early in the morning on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Tao Yumo led Tao Xiwen and Tao Xiwu to pay New Year greetings to everyone they saw. They successfully harvested a wave of New Year's money, and Lin Chaoyang also shed some blood.

The Tao and Du families didn't have many relatives in Yanjing. Only their mother-in-law, Du Ruohui, had a cousin in Yanjing. In the past few years, the Tao family was scattered around the country, and Tao Yumo stayed at this cousin's house.

Because of this past, the Tao family was extremely grateful to their cousin's family. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Tao's father took the whole family to his cousin's house to pay New Year's greetings.

My cousin's name is Du Ruolin. He has been in the army these years, so he has been very little affected by the buzz. The family lives in the military compound at the foot of Shijing Mountain.

My cousin's family has four children, two boys and two girls, and all three are married. Only the youngest son, Du Feng, is not married yet and is now an art soldier in the Comrades Art Troupe of the Yanjing Military Region.

It was rare for the two families to get together and they would definitely have a meal. While everyone was busy having lunch, Du Feng was leaning on the sofa, holding a copy of "Shanghai Literature and Art" and reading leisurely.

Tao Yushu went to the kitchen to help, but Tao's mother disliked her clumsiness and kicked her out. She had no choice but to sit on the sofa next to her, pick up "October" on the coffee table, and start reading.

"Sister, you majored in Chinese, when will you publish a novel?"

After reading the novel for a while, Du Feng asked Tao Yushu.

Hearing this, Tao Yushu rolled his eyes and said, "What my uncle said is absolutely right. You are just ignorant and incompetent. Do you think the Chinese Department is a place to cultivate writers?"

Du Feng didn't care about Tao Yushu's disparagement, "What else?"

"The full name of the Department of Chinese is the Department of Chinese Language and Literature. Literature is just one direction of our research, including Chinese and foreign literature, ancient Chinese, classical literature, and applied languages. The Department of Chinese is a place to train scholars, not writers."

Even the 21st century, where information is developed, requires application experts like Zhang Xuefeng. It is not surprising that Du Feng in the 1970s asked such a question.

"Oh, that's it."

Listening to Du Feng's tone with a hint of regret, Tao Yushu asked: "What? Do you want to get into college?"

"No, I'm just asking casually. It's not like you don't know about my level, what university should I go to?"

Tao Yushu joked: "Your level is very high. I think it's "October" again and "Shanghai Literature and Art" again."

"It's boring to be idle in the army. Hey, what do you think, I write something and submit it?"

Tao Yushu glanced at him with a subtle expression, "When did you become so fond of literature?"

Du Feng's expression suddenly became twitchy, "Don't let people pursue progress anymore?"

Tao Yushu asked secretly: "Are you going to chase a girl?"

After being exposed, Du Feng's face showed a trace of surprise and embarrassment. He looked around and said, "Don't worry about it. Just give me guidance."

Tao Yushu did not answer his words, but took the "Shanghai Literature and Art" he was reading, turned to the section of "Qiu Ju's Lawsuit", and asked: "Have you read this novel? What do you think?"

"Look, it's well written!"

"Tell me specifically what's good about it."

Du Feng stuttered for a long time like he was constipated, and only said five words, "Qiu Ju wrote well!"

Tao Yushu shook his head helplessly, "I see you, you have no chance of writing work in this life, so go ahead and play your trumpet."

"Don't look down on people, I didn't like to see these things before." Du Feng said unconvinced, but now he had to beg for help, pleading: "Sister, please help me, give me some advice."

"I can't help." Tao Yushu was afraid of being entangled by him, so she quickly stood up. Just as Lin Chaoyang came over, she pushed him out, "Ask your brother-in-law, he is good at this."

As early as half a year ago, the Du family learned that Tao Yushu married a rural husband and brought him into the city.

Every time we talk about it, the family always feels sorry for this sister.

Today, I finally met Lin Chaoyang in person. They only got along for two or three hours. The Du family has a pretty good impression of Lin Chaoyang. At least he is very knowledgeable and sensible in dealing with people and things, which is not what they imagined.

A man from Nakago Nomura.

"Brother-in-law, do you still know how to write?"

Du Feng's tone contained full distrust. Lin Chaoyang looked at him with a smile, "I understand a little, I understand a little!"

Tao Yushu pushed him out as a shield, and Lin Chaoyang couldn't refuse.

Du Feng pulled him aside and muttered: "Brother-in-law, it's just... that... for girls... um..."

The cheap brother-in-law is also a second-generation soldier, and his behavior can only make Lin Chaoyang lament the pure 1970s.

"Write a love letter, right?"

Lin Chaoyang summed it up in one sentence, and Du Feng nodded eagerly.

"Have you written a love letter? Bring it to me to see."

Du Feng pulled him to the room on the second floor, took out a pile of worn-out letter paper from the drawer, and was a little nervous when handing it to Lin Chaoyang.

"Comrade Xiao Xiao: Hello. *** teaches us: We come from all over the world and come together for a common revolutionary goal. People in all revolutionary teams must care for each other, love each other, and help each other.

After getting along with each other for more than a year, I have developed a strong liking for you. I admire your spirit of serving the people wholeheartedly and your love for literary and artistic work..."

Lin Chaoyang was silent for a long time after reading it. Can this thing be called a love letter?

"Du Feng, is the lesbian you want to pursue a female teacher?"

Du Feng shook his head, "No, she's just a dancer from the song and dance team of our art troupe. She dances very well. Brother-in-law, have you seen "Prairie Militia"? She..."

Du Feng became more energetic when he mentioned his crush, but Lin Chaoyang quickly interrupted him.

"There's no need to go into details. Just tell me, what kind of personality is she and what are her hobbies?"

"She..." Du Feng recalled for a moment, "She loves to talk, laugh, eat snacks, and read books."

"She watches "October" and "Shanghai Literature and Art"?"

Just now in the living room, Lin Chaoyang noticed the magazine next to Du Feng.

"Well, she likes literature very much."

It's a bit awkward, Lin Chaoyang thought, and then asked: "Write it yourself? Submit it or not?"

"This...it doesn't seem to be the case."

That's better. Lin Chaoyang looked down at his brother-in-law's "love letter" again and heard Du Feng say: "Brother-in-law, please help me correct it."

change?

If you change this thing, wouldn't it be carving on shit?

"Don't do this anymore, just write it again."

"Rewrite?" Du Feng looked reluctant, "I had a hard time writing it."

"You write love letters to chase girls, not to collect them." Lin Chaoyang couldn't help but complain.

Du Feng thought the same thing, "Brother-in-law, how should I write it?"
Chapter completed!