Back in the Tongzilou in the old city, Yang Yi's mother, Yang Min, was busy in the kitchen. Yes, Yang Yi took his mother's surname. As for the name "Hou Yi" he used when he was a child, it had long been forgotten in an unknown corner with the departure of his unscrupulous father. Although this is not the first time he has returned to his home 17 years ago, every time Yang Yi looks at the almost empty living room, he still has various unspeakable feelings in his heart. There is a worn-out rattan sofa, and an old black-and-white TV is placed in the cabinet with a broken door opposite. The living room of more than ten square meters is not big, but it looks spacious against the few furniture. There was another door ajar, and there was nothing else in the room except a messy camp bed filled with debris. Hot air with the smell of plane trees poured in from the window, stirring the floral curtains made from old bedsheets and fluttering. This is the old house where I spent the first fifteen years of my life! As if hearing the movement in the house, Yang Min, who was cooking, raised her voice in confusion: "Is it Xiao Yi? Xiao Yi, are you back?" Before Yang Yi could reply, he hurriedly rushed out because he was worried that outsiders had entered the house. Yang Min came out of the kitchen and saw Yang Yi standing there in a daze. Then he glared at Yang Yi angrily: "Yang Yi, you are deaf. You haven't spoken for a long time. I still have food in the pot." "He has been scolded by his mother a lot in the past few days, but for the reborn Yang Yi, this kind of complaint that used to be the most troublesome is now like the sound of nature that he never gets tired of hearing. "You're so old and you still worry about adults, and you don't reply for a long time even if you ask me. I'm really anxious!" The woman in the kitchen was still chewing her tongue, but Yang Yi just stood there and laughed. Some things are always experienced again. Only then will it feel extremely precious. Of course, rebirth also brought him other things, such as the "Chuan" pattern on his mother's brows that he had deliberately ignored before, and the smile at the corner of her mouth whenever she picked up something discarded by her work unit or relatives. Joy, that is the happiness that only the poor can experience, but now Yang Yi can only feel deep sadness when he thinks about it. Money and material things are necessary but insufficient conditions to measure happiness. Yang Yi is extremely eager at this moment. After a while, the mother and son came to the dinner table. Yang Yi was thinking about the chapters that needed to be added with illustrations, but Yang Min found other topics: "Yang Yi, how are you doing in your review? You should do better in the high school entrance examination this time." Oh, it would be annoying if I had to pay a high price again!" "Although Yang Min also knew that her son had challenged the school leaders and vindicated himself in one fell swoop, he was secretly happy for several days, feeling that his son was promising. But whenever she thinks of Yang Yi's achievements, the strong single mother becomes a little depressed. "No, I have money to pay the sponsorship fee!" Yang Yi was thinking about other things, so he didn't pay attention to what he said? "Have money? Where do you have money?" Yang Minqi asked. This situation was tragic. His mother was not a housewife who just fooled around. Yang Min, who was raising the eldest child by herself, was known to be a strong and shrewd character. Yang Yi's thoughts were racing in his head, and he finally decided to tell the truth. You can’t be distracted while eating, why bother! Yang Yi had already made up his mind. He took advantage of the gap between swallowing a mouthful of food and cleared his throat: "Oh, that's right. I should tell you about this." Usually Yang Yi always talks about it, and never makes any advance comments. Regarding the situation of greeting, Yang Min immediately became a little alert when he spoke like this. He stared at Yang Yi with his chopsticks: "What, did you get into trouble outside?" Yang Yi burst into laughter, what a classic reaction! However, the boy still suppressed his laughter and pretended to be angry: "Why did you get into trouble? Let's put it this way During this time, I was thinking about a novel It's not really a novel, it's just a popular science book. I showed it to our Chinese teacher. He praised this book to the heavens! He said it could be published! "The high school entrance examination is coming soon, do you still have time to distract yourself?" Yang Min's eyes widened immediately, and the fierceness of the single mother was obvious. : "It's serious to review and prepare for the high school entrance examination. What a mess!" Yang had already anticipated this situation. Yang rolled his eyes and said, "Mom, I'm going to publish this. When it's published, I can get extra points for the high school entrance examination. Say Maybe he can be specially recruited to Yuezhou No. 1 Middle School, or those good schools in Experimental High School" Sure enough, it was an extremely effective move. After hearing this, Yang Min immediately lost his mind to eat: "What? Can I be specially recruited? Huh? What did you write that was so popular? " Yang Min was a little confused. She knew that her son had been good at Chinese since he was a child and had won many awards for his compositions, but she really couldn't believe that this boy could suddenly write. Book. "Really, it will definitely be published!" Yang kept looking into Yang Min's eyes, avoiding the important and choosing the light, only mentioning those that were guaranteed to be achievable As for special moves and so on, hehe. Yang Min did not hear the little trap in her son's words, but felt as if she had been hit by a pie: "Writing a book, son, that is something that only a well-educated person can do! Hehe ! Is my son so capable now?” The raised tone at the end was not entirely excitement, but also some unimaginable doubts. Yang Yi looked at his sensitive, strong, and simple mother, thinking of those who wrote in later generations. Celebrities are eager to publish their autobiographies, and there are a lot of online novels for young people on the Internet. I suddenly feel that my mother who regards publishing books as such a sacred thing is very cute! Yang Min ate this meal in a daze, and she didn't feel normal at the end. Before leaving for work at noon, she still asked uneasily: "Xiao Yi, can you really publish a book?" See Seeing his mother look like this, Yang Yi was amused but also a little sad: "Really, I can put it in Xinhua Bookstore for sale before the high school entrance examination!" "Whatever you want to eat at night, my mother will buy it after get off work and give you a good reward!" "When she thought that she was going to become the mother of a writer, Yang Min felt a little unsteady and wanted to tell everyone she knew and didn't know this great news. "It's the end of the afternoon tomorrow, let's talk about it then!" Yang Yi knew very well what the family's financial situation was like, not to mention the days when he was wandering in society. He had long been accustomed to saving money to live. "How can that be done! Festivals are festivals, celebrations are celebrations, and I'll make you some white-chopped chicken tonight!" Yang Min quickly packed up the bowls of chopsticks and went out happily. … … In the afternoon, Yang Yi did not go to school at all, but ran to the library of Yuezhou University. Although the main historical thread of the entire Song Dynasty is clearly engraved in Yang Yi's mind, more than two-thirds of the special contributions he published in the section on cooking wine and history in the previous life were also related to the history of the Song Dynasty, but people The brain is not a computer. There are always some historical events that cannot be remembered clearly. Apart from these small details, Yang Yi is full of confidence in imitating the historical interpretation model and writing techniques of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty". He was one of the people who witnessed the Mingyue Gate Incident in Tianya Community in 2006. Afterwards, he read the entire set of books in detail. Putting aside the mixed reviews of the book, Yang Yi himself liked it quite a lot. of this set of books. What’s more, there are real sales results there. In addition, Yang Yi can also add countless Internet buzzwords and novel plots in the process of imitation. In terms of catching readers' attention, Yang Yi, who is already a veteran, can hit 120% of the time. Guaranteed tickets. Since Zhao Kuangyin was a child, characters from the pile of old papers have come forward one after another, linking together stories of conflicts, love between children, and treacherous stories; the beautiful palaces have turned into ruins. The loyal heroes of the past and the treacherous villains were buried together in the deserted tomb From jerky to smooth, from conceiving a paragraph that took several minutes to write to being eloquent and eloquent with more than a thousand words, Yang Yi simply forgot about the passage of time and was immersed in writing. Great plan. It was not until the time when school was over that Yang Yi went home with a thick stack of materials and the manuscript he had completed in the afternoon. And just when he returned home and looked at the manuscript papers on the table with a sense of accomplishment, the door to his home was violently pushed open. "Yang Yi, you've done a good job!" Yang Min almost ran into the house. As soon as he entered the door, he roared at the highest volume. He was almost furious. He even cursed the concierge in the work unit with whom he had always disliked. It has never been so intense. Seeing that his mother was really angry, Yang Yi's heart tightened subconsciously and he was a little confused. It was fine when I left at noon, why was it like this when I got home at night? You couldn’t possibly know that you skipped class, right? “Oh, Yang Man! In my memory, I never thought highly of that girl, but she and I were not in the same class, how could it be I didn't want to think too much, and my tense heart relaxed again, and I looked at the anxious and angry girl with a disappointed look on her face. Mom, Yang Yi patted the sofa that could only accommodate two people, and said calmly: "Sit." Yang Min was a little stunned for a moment by his son's mature appearance, and then he became even more angry: "You Isn’t that serious? You skipped class in the afternoon and you still looked calm?” Yang Yi looked directly into his mother’s eyes without fear, without any dodge or guilt, for one second, two seconds and half. For several minutes, it was not until Yang Min's mood gradually stabilized that she slowly told her thoughts. ??Looking at the sincerity on his son's face and the tone of serious explanation, it was exactly the same as before when he lowered his head and said nothing after saying a few words, but his face was full of disbelief.The angry look is completely different. Even though Yang Min had a lot of plans, she couldn't say a word now. After a while, she leaned back on the broken sofa and let out a long sigh. "Do you know, son, when I told your mother Wang this afternoon that my son was going to publish a book and become a young writer, what did your second aunt say?" Yang Min slumped on the sofa in a daze, talking to Noon In comparison, the whole person seemed to have had his soul sucked out, with no trace of energy at all. My second aunt? Yang Man's mother? The image of a middle-aged woman who didn't know how to evaluate slowly emerged in Yang Yi's mind, and he didn't know what to say. This second aunt of mine usually has a bad attitude toward her sister. She often speaks in a harsh and sarcastic manner, and even looks at her with disgust on her face. "But every time the mother and son can't get along, they can help each other, but they are always full of gossip. "She said" Yang Min didn't expect her son to answer. Her unfocused eyes looked very haggard: "Your son is very depressed now. He won't go to class if he says he won't. It turns out that he is hiding at home and becoming a great writer. ! The sisters and co-workers around me all heard it! Son, if something goes wrong with your book, how can you tell your mother how to behave in the future? " Yang Yi was speechless. No matter how confident he was in the unwritten words, his mother's sad face and sighing still put a lot of pressure on him. Mother and son sat silently facing each other in the glow of the sky, neither of them in the mood to mention eating until the golden-red color in the room gradually faded. "Mom! It's my fault for skipping classes on my own initiative!" In the end, it was Yang Yi who spoke first: "Over the years, you have been working from dawn to dusk to support your family, and you have taken care of all the big and small things by yourself, which has made you tired" Yang Min glanced at his son, not knowing whether he was telling the truth or trying to escape punishment. His mood was very complicated, so he didn't answer. "But it is real that I am writing a book, and it is certain that it will be published. It is because I want to take a chance before the high school entrance examination to see if I can make some impact through this book, so I am so anxious. Even if I can't by then Special recruitment, at least you don’t have to worry about high school tuition. " Why bother to get stuck in a cocoon. "If only everything was as simple as you think!" Hearing what her son said, Yang Min became angry again: "If there is no hope of special moves by then, and your score cannot be improved, I think you will be useless in this life. "I was stunned for a long time. Yang Min, who had never said such serious words before, felt that he had made a mistake again. He sighed and cheered up: "Forget it, you skipped class and you won't say anything anymore. Use it! If you have to pay for the difference, you can only go to your aunt and the others. "For the sake of her son, Yang Min does this kind of thing, but she does it every time. Just being looked down upon. Yang Yi smiled bitterly. At his age, he was indeed very unconvincing. I had no choice but to shake my head, take out the manuscript paper that I had typed out these days, and push it in front of my mother. "What?" Yang Min weakly glanced at the son who made her feel hurt and angry. Yang Yi said firmly: "Let's see and then talk!"