Chapter 11

In the evening, when Zhang Qianxiu was enjoying the cool in front of his uncle's house, Hu Shanshan suddenly came over and said, "cousin, I heard you made money?"

"Who did you listen to?" Zhang Qianxiu asked suspiciously.

"My aunt said it when she came here today." Hu Shanshan said, "will you buy me a soda?"

Zhang Qianxiu stood up with a smile: "OK, let's go!"

Hu Shanshan jumped up and took Zhang Qianxiu to the village's canteen.

The canteen is not big, and it doesn't have all kinds of things. It just sells some cigarettes, snacks and daily necessities.

However, there are not many kinds of goods and brands. In fact, these are the only things that can be sold. They can be put on one shelf.

When Zhang Qianxiu and his family passed by, there were a lot of people in the shop, all watching TV.

Nowadays, TV is still a "luxury" and few families can afford it.

Hu Shanshan chose a can of "Jianlibao" and two bags of snacks, and yelled to a girl watching TV: "sister Wei, go shopping."

The girl immediately stood up: "Shanshan, what did you buy?"

"How much are these three?" Hu Shanshan raises her snack.

The girl took a look and said, "two yuan and twenty cents."

Zhang Qianxiu counted two pieces and handed them to the girl.

The girl took a look at Zhang Qianxiu. She felt familiar, but she didn't know him.

Zhang Qianxiu remembers this young girl. Her name is Su Yuwei. They were alumni of No.1 Middle School in their last life.

I have a deep memory of Su Yuwei because when she was in senior three, a truck ran out of control and rushed directly into the school playground. At that time, she had a lunch break, resulting in the death of three students and the injury of more than a dozen people. Among the three people killed, one was su Yuwei.

Su Yuwei is a beautiful woman with an oval face, slightly fleshy, bright eyes and white teeth, a pretty nose, and two dimples when she smiles.

Because Su Yuwei is quiet, Zhang Qianxiu didn't have much contact with her in his last life. At most, he came to meet his uncle at school. If he met more, he would say hello.

Su Yuwei took the money and went to watch TV again.

Hu Shanshan didn't want to go home, so she found a chair and watched TV.

Zhang Qianxiu was not interested in the current TV series. He found that there were several books of "Story Club" on the side and picked them up to read.

In fact, Zhang Qianxiu likes literary books. Although he is a civil engineering student, he does read a lot of literary works and has a certain literary foundation.

When he was reading a book, Zhang Qianxiu suddenly saw a "notice for soliciting contributions". The requirement was very simple, which was in line with the style of story club. The number of words should be about 1000.

As soon as Zhang Qianxiu's eyes brightened, this might be a good way. Although he didn't know whether it would succeed or not, he could have a try. Anyway, writing an article would not consume too much time. He could write it in his spare time.

Zhang Qian Xiuyi leaned against the wall. He was already thinking about what kind of theme he wanted to write, determined the theme, and began to conceive a small story.

From the current style of Story Club, in fact, it likes the kind of stories that reflect rural vices and rural people's struggle.

This kind of story is not hard to find, a little careful observation, you can find some around.

Zhang Qianxiu felt that his father let his sister marry Han Changsheng, enough to write an article, but he can't write, after all, it's a family thing.

"You've been standing for a long time. Let's sit down for a while." A light voice interrupted Zhang Qianxiu's thought.

Zhang Qianxiu looked up and found that Su Yuwei had found a chair for him: "Oh, thank you. Do you have a notebook and pen here?"

"There is no notebook. There are exercise books and writing papers. Do you want them?" Su Yuwei asked.

"That's fine. Take the writing paper."

Zhang Qianxiu bought an ordinary letter paper and a ball point pen. In fact, pen is very popular now. The refill of ball point pen is not very good now.

Sitting on the stool, Zhang Qianxiu began to write articles.

Writing articles is fast when inspired. Zhang Qianxiu has finished the first draft of an article in a short time, and the next step is carving.

Time flows fast.

"Cousin, let's go! I'm going back. " Hu Shanshan's voice came.

As soon as Zhang Qianxiu looked up, he found that the TV had finished, and everyone had begun to end. Su Yuwei stood beside her and was reading her article. Hu Shanshan was playing with the finished Jianlibao bottle, waiting for her to go home together.

Su Yuwei saw Zhang Qianxiu get up and said, "are you going to contribute?"

Zhang Qianxiu nodded: "try it, just in case it's over! Right? "

Su Yuwei thoughtfully said: "can try, you write very good, you write things, I like to see."

"Thank you Zhang Qianxiu copied down the way of contribution, then picked up his writing paper and pen, got up and went home with Hu Shanshan.