Chapter 49 when changing typeface

Eight years ago, when I was in college, I was madly writing various forms of literary and artistic works, thinking about it restlessly on the bed every night like a chicken laying eggs.However, the manuscripts were sent to the editorial department continuously, but they were returned from the editorial department continuously.I hate my incompetence, and I am even more ashamed of the ridicule of my classmates. I had to write to the editorial department and said: If the manuscript is not used, don't reject it.But I still want to write, I am still writing, in order to stimulate myself, every time I write an article, I will go to a restaurant outside the school to eat rice with meat and vegetables, even though I was very poor at that time, and I never had a dollar.

One of my articles finally became a typeface! At that time, it was June 1973, one year after I learned to write.That day, I was digging an air-raid shelter at school, and just came out of the tunnel, a teacher said: "Have you written a manuscript for "Art of the Masses"?" "No." I looked at my classmates and blushed. "You fooled the teacher! Did you write "A Pair of Socks"?" "This, this..." I sent such a story draft to the magazine "Art of the Masses". "Jia Pingwa! Someone from the editorial department is here, and I want to see you in the department office!" "Really?" I looked at the teacher, saw the true emotion on his face, and ran away with an oh. ""I was running fast, screaming, I don't know how I ran across the playground, across the street, and up the 60 steps of the departmental office: I'm exactly like a musk deer , I went crazy for my fragrance! I was standing at the door of the department office, but I was confused, I didn’t dare to knock on the door, I didn’t know who it was, what to say, I patted the dirt all over my body, With her hair brushed back, she stood shyly in the corridor, pressing her hot face against the wall...but the door opened, and an elegant man walked out. "You are?" "My surname is Jia." "Pingwa?" It was very hot, there was no place to wipe off the sweat, and there was nowhere to put my hands and feet.

At night, I had insomnia and thought, I'm okay, okay! I wish all my classmates knew about it, but I decided not to tell anyone.I started to conceive another story of mine! Since then, I have paid great attention to "The Art of the Masses", flipping through the newspaper all day to check if its next month's catalog has been released? However, the seventh issue of the catalog has been published, But there is no "A Pair of Socks"! I went to the editorial department to check, and the answer was: the August issue was postponed. "Oh!" I breathed a sigh of relief, and tremblingly handed in the second story draft.

Ten days later, I went to the editorial department again, and the editor congratulated me, saying that the second story draft was well written, and it was decided to publish it in the September issue.I was so excited that I almost shed tears. As soon as I left the gate of the editorial department, I went straight to the street restaurant. I spent all the 50 cents I had on me, bought a plate of fried pork slices and ate them. The August issue was published, and I went to the editorial department to get a sample, and read it over and over while walking, and at the end, I stared at the sun for a while.The sun was very good that day, and there were many pedestrians on the street, all of whom were smiling. I just wanted to run, sing, and even roll on the spot like a donkey.

In the September issue, my second story was published, and I thought I could really write it.I believed myself and wrote it down like crazy. I have written until today, and there are 5 books that have been published and will be published soon, but I often think of my "A Pair of Socks". Although it is just a story and has been ignored by people, I miss it and miss that time a piece of true love.Grass in Jingxu Village on November 3, 1980