Reborn in 79, the educated youth wife regretted her divorce.

Chapter 151 Misunderstanding

"It is precisely because of this that young creators like Ya Jie have been given a unique opportunity. As long as they can seize this opportunity, it is not difficult to stand out."

He turned to look at Sun Yajie, his eyes full of encouragement: "Yajie, I'm very satisfied with your literary talent. Next, we can try to collaborate. I will prepare a detailed novel outline for you, including the main storyline, the character settings of the protagonist and major supporting characters, and the issues that need attention at the main story points. Everything will be written out in great detail."

Li Yunying, who was listening nearby, interjected and asked, "Jiang Yang, what kind of content do you plan to have Ya Jie write about? We need to have a direction, right?"

"I plan to collaborate with Ya Jie to write a book of literature about trauma," Jiang Yang stated his plan directly.

“Scar literature?” Li Yunying was taken aback. “What kind of term is that? I’ve never heard of it before.”

Not only her, but even Sun Yajie looked completely bewildered.

Jiang Yang patiently explained: "The so-called 'scar literature,' as the name suggests, refers to literary works that reflect the psychological trauma inflicted on people during that special period. Its historical significance lies in deeply reflecting on the past, warning the future, and preventing the tragedy from repeating itself."

He paused, then continued, "These past ten years have brought too much suffering to our country and people. Countless tragedies have resulted in families being torn apart and lives lost. These wounds cannot be forgotten, much less covered up! We need someone to record them so that future generations will know what we have experienced."

Li Yunying listened attentively to his story, but her brows gradually furrowed.

She said worriedly, "Jiang Yang, I understand what you're saying. But what you're going to write about is some sensitive history that just happened recently. I'm worried that this might cause trouble."

"Editor Li, don't worry, there's absolutely no need to have any concerns," Jiang Yang said firmly.

"I dare to write this because I am confident. To be honest, the country will soon launch a large-scale reflection movement. And 'scar literature' will become the main force in this movement!"

"As long as we write well, not only will we not cause trouble, but we will also attract large-scale attention from the top down in the country! At that time, our magazine might also benefit from it!"

Seeing how certain he was, Li Yunying felt a little uneasy, but she didn't say anything more.

"Well... okay." She finally nodded.

"Since you're so confident, let Ya Jie write the manuscript for you first. Whether it can be published or not, we'll see later."

Jiang Yang nodded: "No problem, it's settled then!"

After leaving Yuebinlou, Jiang Yang returned to his residence alone.

He began to conceive his work, his thoughts returning to that turbulent era.

The novel he was going to write was called "The Class Teacher".

The protagonist of the story is a middle school teacher named Xie Huimin.

During that particular period, because of her family background, she was labeled a "stinking intellectual" and sent to the countryside for reform.

There, she met a rural boy named Stone.

Stone is intelligent and quick-witted, but because of his family background, he suffers discrimination and is unable to attend school.

Despite her own safety, Xie Huimin secretly taught Shitou to read and write.

Under her careful guidance, Shi Tou gradually grew into a young man with ideals and aspirations.

However, the good times did not last long.

Xie Huimin and Shi Tou's secret was eventually discovered.

They were subjected to criticism and struggle sessions, and even faced life-threatening situations...

Jiang Yang wants to use this story to show the distortion and struggle of human nature in that era, as well as the light of hope that still shines in the darkness.

He believed that once the novel was published, it would definitely cause a huge sensation in society.

Thinking of this, he walked to his desk and spread out the manuscript paper.

The next morning, Jiang Yang handed over the outline he had worked on overnight to Sun Yajie, who had been waiting outside the school for a long time.

"Ya Jie, take this outline back and take a good look at it. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to come to me anytime. When you're creating, be sure to grasp the historical context, and make the characters' emotional changes delicate and realistic..."

He explained some details and issues that needed special attention in the creative process to Sun Yajie in detail.

Sun Yajie listened attentively, nodding occasionally.

Just as the two were seriously discussing creative topics, Jiang Yang keenly sensed that a sharp gaze was fixed on him.

He turned around in surprise and saw Dong Xin standing by the flower bed not far away, silently watching him and Sun Yajie with a sullen face.

Jiang Yang thought to himself, "This is bad. This girl has probably misunderstood something."

He braced himself and led Sun Yajie to Dong Xin, introducing her in a seemingly casual manner: "Dong Xin, this is Sun Yajie, a new author at our magazine. I'm currently discussing a collaborative novel with her. Yajie, this is Dong Xin, my... good friend."

When introducing Sun Yajie, Jiang Yang was quite poised and confident.

But when introducing Dong Xin, he hesitated, unsure how to define their relationship.

When Dong Xin learned that Jiang Yang and Sun Yajie had only a simple working relationship and not the "improper" relationship she had imagined, she immediately blushed.

"Hello." Sun Yajie nodded politely to Dong Xin.

"Hello," Dong Xin replied somewhat shyly.

To hide her embarrassment, she forced herself to remain calm and suggested, "Um... Comrade Ya Jie, how about we have lunch together? It's on me."

Sun Yajie glanced at Jiang Yang and politely declined, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Comrade Dong Xin. However, I've already made an appointment with Comrade Jiang Yang; I'll call him after I finish the manuscript. I won't bother you today. Let's have dinner together another time."

After saying that, she nodded slightly to Jiang Yang and Dong Xin, then turned and left.

Jiang Yang watched her walk away before turning to Dong Xin with a teasing look, and asked with a smile, "What, did you misunderstand my relationship with Ya Jie?"

"Who...who misunderstood!" Dong Xin's face turned even redder.

She vehemently denied it: "I didn't misunderstand! I was just... just passing by, taking a casual look!"

"Really?"

Jiang Yang deliberately dragged out his words, a playful smile on his face.

Dong Xin felt uneasy under his gaze.

She was somewhat embarrassed and angry, stomped her foot, and said, "I...I have something to do, I'll be going now!"

After saying that, she turned and left without looking back.

As Jiang Yang watched her flee in a panic, a slight smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

Just as he was about to look away, the phone in his pocket rang at an inopportune moment.