“Auntie Little Red Mushroom! You, I, can I get your autograph? I grew up listening to your fairy tales. I really like you!” a youth said submissively.
Little Red Mushroom was a bit plump, but she was dressed very prettily. She said in a nice way, “Sure. Where do I sign?”
“Teacher Big Thunder!” Another person came forward, “Your poem has always been on my cellphone’s home screen. Can I take a picture with you? Just one would do!”
Big Thunder was a big, stout man from the northeast. His accent was heavily northeastern. It was written in his personal information that he was from Beijing, but he might have grown up in the northeast. “That wouldn’t be a problem! Here!”
Autographs, pictures together.
The Teachers from the Writers’ Association received quite a lot of praises from onlookers. It was no wonder, as they were very famous in Beijing. Since the Beijing Radio Station was broadcasting in the regions around Beijing, it would also broadcast their works occasionally. Hence, the staff were no strangers to these Teachers. Some even idolized them.