Chapter 22 reader

When I arrived at the Writers Association that day, the old man who sent and received letters stopped me and said, "There is your parcel list." I wondered, who would send parcels?In Shanghai, what can’t you buy with money?In my distant memory, my mother sewed parcels for me stitch by stitch, and sent me fruit candies and fried rice noodles. At that time, I was in the Great Northern Wilderness, and at that time I could receive a parcel even if it was only half a catty of fruit candy. , will also be extremely happy, that is really the most comforting and exciting moment.But gradually, such things and such moments have become insignificant, and it seems that no one will send me food and use anymore, because food and use are readily available.Therefore, the moment I took the package slip from the small window of the mailroom, I had speculation and novelty in my heart. The palm-sized paper suddenly aroused a kind feeling deep in my heart.I read the list carefully. I am familiar with the sender's name and address. He is a reader in Henan. He wrote to me. He seems to know my situation very well. Although he has never met, the letter he wrote , There is always the tone of a brother and an old friend.The package he sent was a big white box, and inside it was a very delicate gift bag, which contained some dried mushrooms.There was no letter in the box or in the bag, and he hadn't written in a long time without telling me in advance that he was sending some mushrooms...  

Holding the big white box, I squeezed the car all the way home. I couldn't calm down. I had many thoughts and unforgettable scenes, but they were all strangers and enthusiastic readers.At the beginning of June last year, some readers who were self-studying Chinese spontaneously wanted to hold a discussion meeting on my works.They work in various units and get together to prepare for a conference and work discussion. It is really troublesome. They need to find my novels, read my novels, and write articles about my novels. They have to prepare back and forth. for several months.Sometimes, they would call me to tell me about the preparations, and I was uneasy.I know that it is not easy to hold a meeting nowadays, you have to borrow some funds to deal with trivial affairs, and these readers all have their own jobs, they are all very ordinary people, they have no status, no power and no Financial resources, why bother to set up a seminar?What's more, the current situation has made everyone fidgety and wants to start a business and make a fortune. Who wants to discuss novels foolishly?However, these readers stubbornly insisted on preparing for this seminar. The Luwan District Library lent out the largest reading room for free, and published a special edition of the work discussion in a tabloid "Friends of Reading Fun" sponsored by them.The symposium was scheduled for seven o'clock in the evening, but it was full of people on time.The venue was well-decorated, and there were some banners with wonderful calligraphy: "Brilliant writing", "There is a way in the mountains of books", "Good teachers and helpful friends" and so on.At the beginning of the symposium, several readers actually held bouquets of flowers.My chest and my face are buried by fresh and gorgeous flowers, and my tears are touched by this true feeling.Having such readers sit together and talk about literature and novels, I already feel great satisfaction and comfort. I really didn’t expect that some readers would send me bouquets of flowers, and I immediately forwarded a bouquet of flowers to Mr. Xu Zhongyu, who came to the meeting, these veterans in the literary world should have such respect and love.The discussion meeting, worthy of the name, is discussing with each other, and the talk is very simple and cordial.At the end of the seminar, many readers sent me downstairs, and when I walked to the gate of the library, there was a car parked, and the driver was also a reader. He said that he would drive me home.How can it be so late, my home is in Pudong, far away.He said that he borrowed a car from the unit tonight because he thought I lived too far away.What can i say?I held the flowers and got into the car, and suddenly felt like a bride, with the car and the flowers, I felt extremely warm and happy.The car was speeding in the dark night, the reader who was driving did not speak, he was driving the car with full concentration, and I was also speechless, as if everything I wanted to say was covered up by the night and hidden deeper into my heart .

I know that whether it is the mushrooms sent or the flowers sent to me, it is not just what I send to me, but these readers’ admiration of the spirit for the love of literature; The flowers sent to me made me persistently walk out of myself on the road of literature and life; I know that with these mushrooms and flowers, my tree of life will have solid soil and should grow green... …