Three years have passed in a flash. There is no news about my little sister.
In July 2007, a ten-year graduation party was held at Tianjin’s alma mater. I took the time to visit a senior sister in the editorial department. While chatting, she suddenly asked me: "Did your little sister go to Jiaxing College ?"
A sentence was like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, which was so shocked that I couldn't speak.
"You, how do you know?"
She smiled slightly.
It turned out that the editorial department received a manuscript from her and had passed the preliminary review. She wrote another letter, hoping to send it early and use it in a hurry. I pretended to be calm and browsed her manuscripts, but when I saw her address and phone number, I couldn't calm down.
is like a calm lake. It has been calm for many years. A stone once threw in it, and ripples have been rolled up on the lake. After some time, the lake water has returned to its calmness, but at the bottom of the lake, a restless seed has always been planted.
Today, the seed woke up from the bottom of the lake again and grew up quickly and vigorously, so it was so enchanted in the whole heart.
My breathing became heavier, and my body couldn't help but tremble, and I felt suffocating.
I knew about my loss of composure. My senior sister seemed to have penetrated my thoughts, and her eyes became ambiguous and beautiful. No, I want to be calm, I want to be calm, I said to myself secretly, and then flipped over as if I was calm, and then hurried away as if I ran away.
Little sister, how are you?
Little sister, are you okay in a foreign land?
Many times, I picked up the phone and put it down again. Why don’t you call me and insist on calling you? I didn't want to call her so easily.
I still have a few articles to publish a few years ago!
One day, I suddenly remembered, yes, why not add her name? First, I will help her, and second, I will give her a surprise. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel excited again, and the expression she had when she received the book appeared in my mind.
"Yes, you have one this month, one next month, and the rest will be next year." The voice of your senior sister came from the other end of the phone.
"Can I add my little sister's name to the author?" I asked excitedly, "Is it still too late for this issue?"
"I'm still anxious. I've submitted the manuscript. Today is OK, but tomorrow may not be OK. I'll show you."
"Thank you, thank you, I'll treat you to dinner at that time." I said.
The next day, the phone rang, "I'm sorry, I'm one step late, the directory is colorful, I've been printed after it has been printed. This issue is not possible. I'll correct it for you next issue. Do you think it's okay?"
can only do this.
It’s late at night, and the late autumn wind is blowing coldly. I have received this issue's publication and saw my name alone, without any vitality or vitality. I felt lonely and lonely that I had never felt before.
Little sister, how are you?
At this late autumn midnight, are you cold?
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