Chapter 1287: Party, Fame, Popularity
Then it was Saturday.

Today is the day for the educated youth to gather.

When Su Mingzhe opened his eyes, he saw Han Chunyan lying sideways feeding her son.

The little guy Su Dingkun sucked on the upper part, but nothing. He sucked on the lower part, but still nothing.

The little guy, who was only a few months old, actually frowned, and his pair of bright big eyes were a little dazed at the moment.

It is obvious that he still does not understand the dangers of the world.

Han Chunyan felt like laughing when she saw her son's rich expression.

As a result, when she turned her face to the side and tried to cover her lips with a smile, she saw the man laughing heartlessly:
"dare you laugh……"

"I'll go make the milk powder!"

Under the woman's reproachful gaze, Su Mingzhe smiled awkwardly, jumped out of bed, picked up the thermos, tested the water temperature, and then began to make milk powder for his son.

Drinking the warm milk powder, the little guy decided to forgive his father.

Su Mingzhe coaxed his wife and children, looked at the clock on the wall, and got up and washed up.

After having breakfast and changing into a clean Zhongshan suit, Su Mingzhe rode his bicycle to the intersection where he had agreed to meet Han Chunyan.

"Master, you're here early!"

Cai Xiaoli started putting on makeup and dressing up early in the morning. By the time she walked out of the house, it was already 8:30 in the morning.

Seeing several cigarette butts under the man's feet, Cai Xiaoli felt very happy. She sat on the back seat of the bicycle, hugged the man's waist, and said sweetly:
"Let's go!"

Su Mingzhe felt the woman's fragrant and soft body pressed against his, and hurriedly pedaled his bicycle out of the alley.

The gathering place was not far away, it was in an auditorium near Chaoyangmen, about ten miles away from Cai Xiaoli's home.

In less than half an hour, the two arrived at the destination.

As the brakes squeaked, Su Mingzhe supported himself with one foot and parked the car steadily in front of the auditorium:
"arrive!"

"Why are you riding so fast?"

Although Cai Xiaoli was reluctant, she still got out of the car and waited for the man to park and lock the car before she stepped forward and took the man's arm, saying in a tender voice:
"Let's go in together!"

"Stop it, you really want to kill me!"

Su Mingzhe slapped the woman's arm away.

There are people coming and going here. If someone sees me and gossip spreads, and Han Chunming finds out, my brother-in-law will be very angry with me.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid of a woman like you!"

Cai Xiaoli saw that the man seemed a little nervous. Although she was stubborn, she still obediently let go of the man.

The two arrived at the venue one after another, and saw Bao Mapu, Yang Huajian, Li Hongbo and others had already set up the scene.

About a dozen people gathered in front of the stage, adjusting the microphone and speakers.

When Yang Huajian saw Su Mingzhe appear, he immediately laughed and stood up to greet him:

"The great writer is here! Welcome, welcome!"

Although the investor was Bao Tutu, the convener was Yang Huajian.

Yang Huajian would take the initiative to greet every educated youth who arrived.

Facing such an enthusiastic old classmate, Su Mingzhe naturally said politely:
"Old Yang, you guys are up really early. Xiaoli and I got up really early and wanted to come over early to help with the arrangements, but we still ended up being late!"

Su Mingzhe was greeting everyone with a smile, and suddenly noticed a middle-aged man. He quickly walked over, bowed, and then said:

"Secretary Yang, do you still remember me?"

"I remember, how could I not remember!"

Although Secretary Yang said he remembered, he still thought about it for a while before remembering:
"You are Xiao Su. Among the dozens of educated youth, you are the most quiet and well-behaved!"

Hearing Secretary Yang's praise, Su Mingzhe and several others burst into laughter.

Because of the label of "descendant of capitalists", the original person never dared to cross the line when he was an educated youth.

When other educated youth were too hungry to bear it, they would steal corn cobs, sweet potatoes, edamame and other things from the fields.

But Su Mingzhe never dared to participate.

Secretary Yang saw that Su Mingzhe's original body was almost skin and bones from hunger, so he took out some of his own food rations and gave them to Su Mingzhe. For the original body, this was a life-saving grace.

Su Mingzhe will naturally remember this kindness.

At this time, Bao Map came over and interrupted:

"Secretary Yang, you may not know this, but this guy is already a famous writer! He has written several best-selling novels..."

"Speaking of novels, Lao Su, please sign for me first!"

Yang Huajian is really good at joining in the fun. As he was talking, he actually took out a brand new copy of "Blood Romance" from his briefcase and placed it in front of Su Mingzhe.

Su Mingzhe signed his name with a smile, thought for a moment, and then wrote a famous quote on it:

"One who is not overly elated when winning, nor overly discouraged when losing, and who has a thunderous chest but a calm face, can be worshiped as a general."

"it is good--"

When Yang Huajian saw this famous quote, his eyes lit up immediately:
"As expected of a great writer, I like this sentence!"

Bao Tutu looked at the book in Yang Huajian's hand, and suddenly his face became sad and he made a face:

"Old Yang is the most cunning. Why didn't I think of bringing a book by a great writer?"

"Lao Su, let me tell you, I bought all four of your books, but I really forgot to bring them this time!"

As everyone was talking and laughing, Secretary Yang took Bloody Romance from Yang Huajian, and his eyes lit up instantly:

"This great writer 'April' is Xiao Su?"

"Xiao Su, before I came here, I heard that a great writer had emerged among the educated youth. I guessed at the time that this great writer might be you. But I didn't expect that you would be the great writer 'April'!"

April is Su Mingzhe’s pen name.

Today, he is regarded as a legend in the literary world across the country.

Secretary Yang is also a literature lover, so naturally he has heard of Su Mingzhe's name. He has also borrowed books such as "Blood Romance" and "Glorious Times" from others.

Faced with Secretary Yang's praise, Su Mingzhe could only smile modestly.

Yang Huajian suddenly spoke up and asked curiously:

"By the way, Lao Su, why did you choose a pen name like 'April'?"

"This name gives people a feeling of being casual and free and easy, which is not like your style!"

Seeing that Yang Huajian actually began to "interpret" his pen name, Su Mingzhe quickly waved his hands and explained:
"In fact, this pen name doesn't have any meaning. The editor who contacted me at the beginning was named 'Wu Yue', so I just named myself 'April'."

When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first, and then there was a burst of contempt and laughter:

"My name is 'Wu Yue' and you are 'Si Yue'. Isn't this bullying?"

The scene gradually became cheerful.

Not long after, more educated youth arrived, and Su Mingzhe wanted to pull Cai Xiaoli away from the crowd.

After all, the venue is provided by the map package.

The convener is Yang Huajian.

The one with the highest moral integrity and prestige is Secretary Yang.

Su Mingzhe wasn't very familiar with everyone, and they couldn't say much when reminiscing about the past, so he just wanted to give the space to everyone.

Unfortunately, things are not that simple.

Those who had gone to the countryside and returned to the city had long since given up their "fantasies" and became realistic.

Everyone has long known that Su Mingzhe is the descendant of a capitalist.

Today, Su Mingzhe has become a well-known writer.

When most people were unable to get enough food, Su Mingzhe's image in the eyes of everyone had become an unattainable existence.

Now, everyone finally has a chance to get closer. Even if they have nothing to talk about, these people will still crowd around Su Mingzhe.

Soon, a circle of people sat around Su Mingzhe.

(End of this chapter)