Chapter 210 This pen pal is incredible (thanks to the leader Fenda)

The Qingming Festival in 09 was already a legal holiday, but Li Yan didn’t have much experience of it as he used it all for immersive learning.

But it's worth it. My intelligence has been radiated and a lot of knowledge has been added to my brain.

For Li Yan, the best days are those when they are not wasted.

So when the fat boy called him in the middle of the day and asked him to meet at the school gate, he thought that this guy was unhappy because they didn't get together during the Qingming Festival holiday.

I just went to the playground to have a chat last time. How come this little fat boy is more annoying than a girl?

As a result, when he left the school gate, he was met with the speechless expression of the fat boy and a stack of envelopes in his hand. "Mr. Yan, your mailbox is full. If you don't care about this little money, why don't you give it to me?"

Sorry, misunderstood.

Li Yan took the envelope with a smile, and quickly ran to the convenience store across the street, brought back a bottle of Coke and a bag of potato chips, and completed the transaction under the security guard's nose.

He also repeatedly told Xiaopang to exercise more and not to become fat.

Afterwards, both of them returned to school contentedly. The security guard stared at Li Yan's back for a long time, then smiled and shook his head.

"Who the hell messed around like that with a kid when they were students?"

After learning a wave of knowledge and just when he was about to concentrate on writing the climax of the plot, Li Yan disappeared from the classroom again. According to his roommates, Bai Xiaosheng seemed lost this morning.

After returning to the dormitory, Li Yan began to open the envelopes. She had been hoarding them for a while and a rough glance showed that there were almost forty of them. No wonder the envelopes could not hold them all.

Most of his recent high-quality works have been published using "Meng Sheng You Shi" and "Tang Fei", and those that have not been selected have been randomly submitted to various low-level newspapers and magazines - he basically no longer writes for these miscellaneous small newspapers and magazines, as the gain outweighs the loss.

This time, the feeling of opening the envelope was basically like completing a task. The small amount of royalties really didn't motivate me much.

Compared with the monthly income from online articles, the meager royalties from physical newspapers and magazines are so meager that I’ll just give it to Xiaopang next time.

He still insists on writing, mainly because the significance of physical newspapers and periodicals is different. He also maintains two pen names. Maybe one day they will be the famous essayist "Meng Sheng You Shi" and the famous critic "Tang Fei". Then he will make his debut again.

They are all Li Yan.

At this time, the group of people who advocate these two pen names would at most suspect a ghostwriter problem, but would not be foolish enough to belittle Li Yan, a junior high or high school student, by saying that "actually his writing is very childish" - that would not be a slap in the face of the spokesperson, but of all the people who support the authors of these two pen names.

As for ghostwriting, Li Yan has already prepared dual versions of the source files, handwritten and computer. Anyone who dares to question it will be punished without a reply.

Suddenly, an old envelope with frayed edges among many envelopes attracted Li Yan's attention.

The other envelopes were basically printed with the names of major newspapers and magazines, but this envelope said "Changheng City Second Food Factory".

Li Yan pinched the envelope. It was very thin and soft, as if there was nothing in it.

"Changheng City... isn't that where Lin Heng lives?" Li Yan curiously opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper with very good texture.

There are very elegant and beautiful handwriting on it:

"Yusei Yushi:
I am glad to receive your letter. I have the honor to ask my old friend from New Taipei Daily to deliver this letter and the manuscript fee to you. Please forgive me if it bothers me..."

Eh? Could he be a fan of a certain work?
Li Yan continued reading. The whole letter ignored the person behind the pen name "Meng Sheng You Shi" and only talked about the works. Between the lines, it revealed the author's love for Li Yan's two articles, "Impressions of New Taipei City" and "Tie Long Chang Heng" which was later published in "Linjiang Literature and Art".

The letter discussed in an easy-to-understand manner the origin and development of Linjiang culture, and expressed earnest hope that Li Yan would write the Linjiang City Record in the future.

By the way, I also mentioned that Li Yan's "Cold City Fireworks" is very well written, and the young people are really formidable.

There is even a sentence "Based on the similarity of writing styles, I have to wonder if you are this child's teacher or writing instructor."

Very restrained, this is the only guess about the owner of the pen name "Meng Sheng You Shi".

Li Yan glanced at the signature - Siqing.

It seemed that Guo Qiwen had mentioned Su Siqing? He turned on his computer and searched for it. The first encyclopedia entry that popped up made his eyes widen.

Su Siqing, male, born in Changheng City, Linjiang Province in 1961, is a famous Chinese writer and scholar.

What the hell? Anyone who can bear this title must be a top figure in the literary world.

He graduated from the Literature Department of Linjiang University in 1983, published the monograph "Linjiang City Context" in 1988, and the monograph "South China Culture Research" in 1991. In 1992, he began to systematically investigate the important immovable cultural relics in Linjiang Province. In 1996, he compiled and published "Linjiang Cultural Relics Overview" and published the essay collection "Ancient Building Echoes". In 1998, he published the famous editorials "Promoting Inheritance through Protection" and "What Have Disappeared Ancient Buildings Gained". In 2000, he published the novel "Blue Brick". In 2001, he won the Bronze Award for Essays in the Huaxia Writers Association Literature Award for "Ancient Building Echoes"...

Li Yan nodded, saying that he was a senior who cared more about cultural inheritance.

Immediately I saw another sentence: In 2004, he represented Linjiang Province and won the title of China's Cultural Celebrity of the Year.

He is indeed worthy of the title of a famous writer and scholar. Li Yan has also read the book "South China Cultural Studies", but the book is too old and he did not pay much attention to the blurred author's name.

Li Yan was a little surprised that the uncle actually asked the publishing house to give him the letter and also attached the recipient address, hoping that Li Yan would exchange letters with him.

Isn't this a pen pal?

Suddenly some memories popped into Li Yan's mind. In junior high school in his previous life, he actually had several pen pals.

In fact, it’s basically just classmates in the class who are usually too shy to talk to each other, who start communicating through letters in a childish and pretentious way.

Naturally...mostly girls.

The letters are filled with the breath of youth, talking about some confusion, some insights into life, and some muddled emotions.

There was no extra feeling - or maybe there was, but Li Yan didn't see it at the time.

After all, he was reborn and found out that he was a fool before.

Although many people don’t want to look back on their immaturity and affectation during adolescence, Li Yan thinks it’s okay.

It is irresponsible to simply describe it as a new word to express sorrow or as whining without illness.

A person's three views are gradually established. There is no skyscraper built overnight. The seemingly childish speculations in adolescence are actually flashes of thinking.

It’s just that many people are ashamed to look back at the past. In Li Yan’s previous life, he was also about 1.78 meters tall when he was in junior high school. At that time, he always thought that he was very tall. It was not until he went back to junior high school in his senior year of high school and saw the tall students playing basketball on the court that he realized that junior high school students were really short.

So he naturally thought that since he was in junior high school, his thoughts must be naive and his actions must be immature, and this might make him feel a little more relaxed - otherwise, wouldn't he have lived in vain over the years?
As a result, one day when he went home to tidy up old things in his room, he found the letters he exchanged with his "pen pals" in junior high school, and unexpectedly discovered that the discussions on life ideals in the letters were even more clear and firm than those of him who was about to graduate from college.

The middle school students who shout "transformation" are precious youthful memories that need to be buried in the ground, but this kind of middle school students who are not afraid of tigers are something that many adults hope to still keep.

Of course, there are indeed pen pals from all over the world, who are met through various magazines and even the Internet - it is really magical, they have added each other as QQ friends, and they don’t just chat online, but have to write letters.

It's quite amazing to receive a letter suddenly, to feel the details of life told by a pen pal you don't even know, across time and space.

I didn't expect my thoughts to drift so far away, and I didn't expect that even my pen pals would become so important after my rebirth.

This letter is really a bit stressful...

He put it aside temporarily, preparing to open all the envelopes first, but then he saw a familiar rough-edged envelope with a corner quietly exposed.

Li Yan had a very wonderful feeling. He couldn't wait to open it. It was still a piece of paper of very good quality.

"Brother Tang Fei:

Good luck with your letter. I have the audacity to ask my old friend from New Taipei Evening News to deliver this letter and the manuscript fee to you. Please forgive me if it bothers me..."

What copy and paste?
Li Yan looked at the two letters in her hand, feeling a little amused and helpless.

It’s kind of refreshing too.

(End of this chapter)