The Sweetness of the Seventies

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A few days later, He Tiantian finally finished reading.

He Tiantian wanted to revise it, but found that she didn't know how to revise it, so she only corrected a few typos and punctuation marks.

Maybe because He Tiantian had been praising this book these days, Huo Zhekun was also very curious.

"Tiantian, it's really as good as you said, why don't you show it to me." Huo Zhekun said, "I can also give you some advice on your students."

"Okay!" He Tiantian smiled, "But this is a manuscript, when you read it, be careful not to damage it."

Huo Zhekun nodded and said, "Okay!"

After Huo Zhekun took it, he liked it very much and read it until late at night.

If Jiang Lifang hadn't been angry, Huo Zhekun would probably have stayed up late to read it, which shows the appeal of her novel.

The next morning, Jiang Lifang asked, "Tiantian, that book is so good. Your father-in-law read it until midnight yesterday. If I hadn't gotten angry, he would have read it. He's old, and when he doesn't sleep, his dark circles are particularly obvious." Huo Zhekun, who was eating breakfast opposite, looked a little embarrassed. He smiled and said, "I haven't seen such a good novel for a long time! You see, I usually read documents and have a rare pastime. You should say less to me and don't stay up late in the future." "That's about right." Jiang Lifang stopped. She couldn't keep ridiculing her husband in front of her daughter-in-law. "Dad, do you think this book is good too?" He Tiantian asked, wanting to hear Huo Zhekun's advice. Huo Zhekun nodded and said, "Well, very good, very good. It is well connected and the characters are vivid. It is better than the novels I read before. By the way, who wrote this?"

"A student in my class." He Tiantian said proudly, "There are writing activities in our class. Many people use their spare time to write. Several people have published their works in newspapers and magazines."

"Not bad." Huo Zhekun said, "Now the cultural field has been liberalized. Although it is not as flourishing as the Spring and Autumn Period, there are many excellent works that have emerged and enriched the cultural market."

"Yes, me too I think so. "He Tiantian said, "With so many outstanding people, we can't all become officials. Some people must be engaged in cultural undertakings. By the way, Dad, do you think I should send this book to Hong Kong and prepare to submit it? "

Huo Zhekun thought for a while and said, "Hey, there are no newspapers or magazines in China that publish this kind of novels. It's not bad to submit it to Hong Kong. Let's try it? Maybe it can be published!"

"I think so too." He Tiantian smiled. This was the first time that He Tiantian was a class teacher. She hoped that the students in her class could give full play to their strengths and have a broader development space in the future.

After getting affirmation from her father-in-law, He Tiantian began to work.

These manuscripts were written by Tang Ping'an stroke by stroke. He Tiantian was reluctant to mail them out, and went to the library to copy them.

He Tiantian roughly calculated that this stack of martial arts novels with a total of 100,000 words only wrote one-third of the content, and the handwriting was neat and could be submitted.

He Tiantian went to the library and spent five yuan to copy the stack of manuscripts, and then bound them neatly.

He Tiantian called Tang Ping'an to the office and said, "Tang Ping'an, this is your manuscript, take it back first. I have read it and it is very well written. You have to continue with the creation later."

When Tang Ping'an heard He Tiantian asking him to take the manuscript back, he felt like he was in an ice cellar, thinking that he could not submit it because his writing was not good enough.

So, he stood aside with his head down.

He Tiantian asked again, "By the way, what pen name are you going to use?"

"Pen name?" Tang Ping'an was stunned. If he could not submit it, why would he need a pen name?

"Yes, I will submit my manuscript to you through some channels, but usually I use a pen name. You should also think of a cool pen name." He Tiantian smiled, "Don't worry, you still have three days to think about it." "Ah?" Happiness came too quickly, Tang Ping'an was a little bit unable to adapt, "Teacher, didn't you return the manuscript to me? Then what did you submit?" He Tiantian smiled and said, "This is your manuscript. How can you submit such a precious thing? Besides, you should keep a copy in your hand in case of emergency. Also, if you become a great writer in the future, these are priceless things. If you say you can't sell them, you can still sell them at a high price. Take the manuscript back and collect them well. I have a copy here, you see." He Tiantian took out the copy that had been bound, neatly. Tang Ping'an was moved when he heard what He Tiantian said, and tears were about to flow down. In the past, his parents always said that he wrote something at random at home, which might bring trouble to the family; relatives and friends also said that he was delusional. Almost no one was optimistic about him. But after entering university, he met a good teacher.

He cared about them in life and guided them in study.

Maybe He Tiantian was not a knowledgeable teacher, but she was definitely a good teacher who was good at expanding students' thinking and encouraging them.

There are many knowledgeable teachers, but there are only a handful of teachers who have an open mind like Teacher He.

"Thank you, Teacher He." Tang Ping'an thanked and bowed to He Tiantian.

"You're welcome." He Tiantian smiled, "When I gave you the manuscript just now, you were very disappointed and sad, as if you had lost hope. I'm worried about your state. No one knows whether the manuscript can be published. If it fails, the teacher hopes that you will be more courageous than depressed. You are still young. If you have such a strong sense of gain and loss, it will have a good impact on you. As a teacher who gives you advice, I will also feel guilty." Tang Pingan wiped his tears and said, "Teacher He, don't worry. I was disappointed just now, but I won't be depressed." Even in order not to make the teacher feel guilty, he can't be depressed. Just like the teacher said, the more you are frustrated, the more courageous you are. "Okay, work hard, young man." He Tiantian smiled, "You go back first, and come and tell me when you think it over." "Well, goodbye, Teacher He." Tang Pingan bowed respectfully and left. After Tang Ping'an left, Teacher Wu from the same office asked with a smile: "Teacher He, are you really submitting your students' manuscripts? It will cost a lot of money to send it to Hong Kong, and there is no one there, so I guess no one will read it." He Tiantian smiled and said: "It's important to try. They are my students and they are very talented. I have the ability to help them, so I will do my best. As for spending money, it didn't cost much. I have a relative in Hong Kong. When my family sent her something, they also sent this manuscript over and asked her to help me submit it." When Teacher Wu heard this, he was very envious and said: "I really envy He Tiantian. You have so many overseas connections."