During the meal, Tian Xiaoxia almost did not move chopsticks. A energy to talk to Shen Long about the feeling of reading this novel. It wasn't until she found that Shen Long patronized her questions and answered her questions. She didn't have time to eat. Down.

After dinner, it was not too early. Shen Long got up and sent Tian Xiaoxia to go home. The place where he lived was a bit biased. Now there are not so many street lights on the road, and as educated youth returns to the city, there are more idlers in the society. Regardless of etiquette or safety considerations, he can't let Tian Xiaoxia go home alone.

A Gonghan and a female college student walked on the street, but no one felt uncomfortable. They were immersed in the spiritual world of each other, and they woke up until they walked to the door of the family members of the local party committee.

"After the writing is finished, you try to submit it! I go to the school's library to help you find the submission address of those literary magazines." Tian Xiaoxia stopped and said, "You don't have to rush to see it, I know writing It's a very difficult thing, don't put too much pressure on yourself. "

This is very different from just now. In the face of his own desire to read and the pressure that the other party suffered, Tian Xiaoxia decisively curbed her desire and predicts the pressure of the other party. But it ’s hard to write under the dim light all day long. What a difficult thing is it?

"The story is already in my mind, and the rest is something that modify the words and phrases, and it will not be very hard." Shen Long said to the truth that the work he did was to re -write Ke Lan's story. According to Sun Shaoping The memory is adjusted into a text that conforms to his identity, experience.

Watch Tian Xiaoxia into the yard, Shen Long turned and left; Tian Xiaoxia turned around, watching his figure disappearing at the corner of the street, his eyes were lost in the night.

There are no one on the street, and the street lights cast a long light and shadow on the streets of the waters; on the opposite mountain, the stand is like

The nine -level ancient tower pointed directly at the night sky that fluttered in the clouds; there were no stars, no moon; the cold wind blowing across the trees in the distant mountains

Lin, setting off a noise; Huang Yuanhe's muddy waves and the sound of Xiaonanhe's flowing water sounded like duet ...

She can't help singing -happy wind, you can sing a song for us! Happy wind! You blow all the mountains and oceans all over the world, you can hear your singing all over the world. ! Faced with the dangerous mountain peaks, facing the mysterious ocean, the detailed words of the birds, facing the blue sky, facing the brave and great figure. If who can fight for the victory, let him sing with us. Whoever wants to be happy can smile, who can succeed if you want to do, who can find it ...

This is the episode in the Soviet movie "Captain Grant's Children". She hasn't watched this movie, but likes to sing this song; walking through the empty yard to go home; she feels that her communication with Shaoping will bring There is a mysterious color, which may be like the story described in romantic novels -thinking of this makes her even more excited!

Back to his own kiln cave, Shen Long didn't rush to rest, sitting in front of the desk and continued to start rewriting ... Wait until the work of re -work, whether it is moving the brick back stone or eating at noon, he observes carefully. The surrounding people, the contractor, and the passers -by, pay attention to their expression.

Especially the moving stories they tell in the simple language, he can only rewrite classic works that have not been published, but this does not mean that he is willing to do so. After all, one day, he will come up with his own work.

Back home at night, first record the words worth recording, the story is on the notebooks that are deliberately prepared, and then start modifying again.

After ten days, Shen Long finally finished writing the novel. As soon as Tian Xiaoxia came to see the manuscript paper, the expression on his face continued to change with the progress of the plot, sometimes smiling and frowning. When Qiao was buried in the Yellow River, Xiaoxia even cried out. He still said in his mouth, Shaoping, your bastard, how did you write Cui Qiao to death.

This reminded Shen Long's experience of crying to others telling others that he wrote Xiaoxia's death. Literature is such a charm. Whether it is writing or reading, you can feel this charm; to be honest When he should write this paragraph, there was a panic acid in his heart.

After watching the novels and watched it several times, Tian Xiaoxia took out a few sheets of paper from the bag. "This is the address of the literary magazine I collected during this time. "," Contemporary "and" Huacheng "just run last year, as well as" Yanhe "in our province," Huang Yuan Literature "in our city ..."

"Harvest" is the magazine of old school literature. It was founded by Bajin and has long occupied the first challenge of Chinese pure literature. Even in the era of Shen Long, there were still more than 100,000 sales in each issue; coupled with the later "October in October in October "," Contemporary "and" Huacheng ", these four magazines are known as the four major magazines of Chinese pure literature.

The "Yanhe" in this province is a banner of local literature magazines. In this era, sales of one month can also exceed 100,000. Almost all the provincial literary enthusiasts want to publish articles above.

"Huang Yuan Literature" is a magazine just established last year. Jia Bing also had a job in the magazine. Tian Xiaoxia also mentioned him. "I originally wanted to take the manuscript with you to Teacher Jia. It is a pity that I think it is a pity to think about it, but I think it ’s a pity. How can such a good novel also try“ Harvest ”.”

"Are you too praising me?" Shen Long smiled. "Actually, I also want Teacher Jia to help look." He didn't want Jia Bing to help publish in "Huang Yuan Literature", and I want Jia Bing to help the ax, and by the way talk about the doorway of the submission.

"There is no exaggeration at all, Shao Ping, your work is completely worthy of" Garment "." Tian Xiaoxia said carefully.

The next day they took the manuscript to find Jia Bing. Jia Bing heard that Shen Long was a little surprised to write a novel, and at the same time, he was happy to read him. He immediately looked at it seriously. After reading it, he praised Tian Xiaoxia as much as Tian Xiaoxia.

Without saying a word, he left his own work "Huang Yuan Literature", recommended Shen Long submitted to the "Harvest" magazine, and warmly provided him with envelope, stamps, and told him the skills of submission for a long time.
Chapter completed!