Xie Qian is a person who does not show his emotions easily.
Whether he would help Peng Guoqing or not, no one else was sure except Wen Ying who had a hunch.
Peng Guoqing himself had no idea.
On the weekend, Wen Ying and the other three went to Xie Qian's house to make up lessons, and Peng Guoqing shamelessly followed them.
Zou Weijun was startled when he saw Peng Guoqing: "Xiao Peng?"
When Peng Guoqing saw Zou Weijun, he felt like he was seeing a relative. He took out a gift box from his schoolbag like magic and said it was a gift prepared by his mother for Zou Weijun.
Mrs. Peng didn't give anything expensive, just two silk scarves, the latest styles from Paris. In Mrs. Peng's words, the silk scarves were Zou Weijun's embellishment. Spring is here, so Zou Weijun can match his clothes with whatever he likes.
Even though Mrs. Peng spends her whole day either catching rapes or praying to gods and Buddhas, she has excellent taste. Both silk scarves suit Zou Weijun very well.
In front of Zou Weijun, Peng Guoqing deeply reflected on his lack of knowledge and skill in the past. He said that he has now transferred to Chengdu and will move closer to Xie Qian and become a top student who studies hard. Wang Shuang's expression was very constipated, and he also felt a little uncomfortable -
—Peng Guoqing’s smooth actions and words made Wang Shuang feel very familiar.
Zou Weijun didn't think there was anything wrong with this.
After learning that Mrs. Peng did not come to Chengdu to study with her, Zou Weijun asked Peng Guoqing to come to his home for dinner often. If he had any questions about his studies, he could ask Xie Qian: "Help each other and make progress together, Xiao Peng, are you right?"
exactly!
As long as you have a thick skin, you can really make your dreams come true.
Peng Guoqing looked at Xie Qian pitifully.
Xie Qian still couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.
Peng Guoqing was a little uneasy again.
Can’t you even attack Zou Weijun?
It seems that I have to continue to earn performance!
Li Mengjiao and Wen Ying fell behind, watching Peng Guoqing fawning over Zou Weijun in every possible way. Li Mengjiao rubbed her eyes: "This Peng Guoqing is so strange. He has just transferred to another school a few days ago, but why do I feel like I have known him for a long time?"
Apart from being disgusted with each other, do they feel like old friends at first sight?
Bah bah bah!
Certainly not.
Wen Ying revealed the secret: "Because the way he talks and does things is very similar to Wang Shuang's mother."
Ah, yes, yes.
Li Mengjiao suddenly realized.
She does look a lot like Mrs. Wang, she is very thick-skinned... Oh, I said it wrong, she is very familiar.
…
While Peng Guoqing was trying hard to break into Xie Qian's small group, the semi-final manuscripts for the third phase of the short story category of the essay competition were selected.
"Song Chan?"
Wen Ying was a little surprised when she saw Song Chan's name.
Zhang Guangzhen was confused, "Is there something wrong? I have seen this author's manuscript before. This is not the first time she has submitted a manuscript. She has submitted five or six articles in total. The writing was so-so at the beginning, but until this manuscript, the story finally became interesting to read."
So-so is Zhang Guangzhen’s evaluation of Song Chan’s writing level.
If Song Foxiang heard this, he would probably fight with Zhang Guangzhen!
Where is the carelessness?
Although Song Chan can't compare to Wen Ying's achievements, she has published a book and won the first prize for new concepts!
However, Zhang Guangzhen and the judges of the New Concept Competition obviously have completely different criteria for judging manuscripts. The "newness" of the new concept means that the text is refreshing to read. Song Chan's first few submissions were a bit disappointing, relying on her writing skills
Fortunately, show off your skills.
The essay competition does not require such dazzling skills, only interesting stories!
However, although Song Chan was not selected in the first two issues, she was remembered by Zhang Guangzhen after all, despite her writing skills.
By the third issue, Song Chan seemed to have finally enlightened and understood the needs of the ‘Tianjiao Spark Cup’. She gave up the meaningless text show-off, started with story creativity, and wrote a short story that made Zhang Guangzhen feel fresh and new.
Zhang Guangzhen didn't know that Song Chan was the daughter of Song Foxiang.
From the judges' point of view, Song Chan's new story is qualified to be shortlisted for the finals. As for how many prizes it will win, Zhang Guangzhen can't decide. It's agreed that the readers will vote to determine the ranking. That's the readers' decision. The essay competition will never mess with this aspect.
Fake!
When Wen Ying asked him a question, Zhang Guangzhen started to doubt his own aesthetics.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking, Mr. Fu has already seen it, right?"
"Well, I've read it. Mr. Fu didn't delete Song Chan's manuscript."
Mr. Fu didn't eliminate it, which means he agreed with Zhang Guangzhen's choice. Song Chan's novel is indeed worthy of being selected as a finalist.
After reading so many submissions, it’s hard to tell whether Wen Ying’s writing skills have improved, but her review skills have definitely improved.
Wen Ying carefully read Song Chan's manuscript twice and felt that Song Chan's writing was really good.
Hey, it seems that Miss Song Chan made the right choice to go abroad to study. If she doesn’t go abroad, she will always live under the wings of Song Foxiang. With Song Foxiang like her father who wants to arrange every step for Song Chan, it will be difficult for Song Chan.
Get a real workout.
A smooth life is a kind of happiness.
If Song Chan wants to be an ordinary person, of course the happier she is, the better. There is a simple mode, who would choose the hell mode!
But if Song Chan wants to create and be a writer, her little life can't be too smooth... It's not that Wen Ying wants to curse Song Chan and thinks that Song Chan must endure some hardship, but that "creation" itself requires a certain amount of life.
experience.
Without life experience, the stories I write are very flamboyant.
From this work selected by Zhang Guangzhen, Wen Ying saw Song Chan's progress.
"That's it, I think it's pretty good too."
All three judges had no objections, and Song Chan's manuscript was selected for the third round of semi-finals.
As soon as the names and information of the authors in the semi-finals of the short story category of the third phase of the essay competition were announced, Song Foxiang was confused at first.
"When did Song Chan compete?"
Why is it that even the father doesn’t know that his daughter is participating in an essay contest?
However, Wen Ying and Zhang Guangzhen were quite discerning in choosing Song Chan's manuscript.
Song Foxiang walked in the magazine office with his head held high and he was very active every day. Even Little Salamander thought that Mr. Song Xianyu had been stimulated by something.
Song Lao's salted fish is in fits and starts and needs whipping from time to time.
When he sees Wen Ying, Song Foxiang will greet him warmly.
However, Wen Ying was a junior, and Song Foxiang couldn't help but look like an immortal when he smiled.
Wen Ying knew that it was Song Chan's finalist's influence, but Wen Ying refused to have in-depth communication with Song Younian.
Song Chan was shortlisted based on her ability. If Song Youyan was too high-profile, others would doubt the fairness of the competition!
After meeting Zhang Guangzhen, Song Foxiang became a complete brother-in-law.
Taking Editor Wan as his companion, he asked Zhang Guangzhen to go out for a drink. When the atmosphere was slightly tipsy, Song Foxiang turned the conversation to Song Chan. Zhang Guangzhen was not a good drinker and his brain was slow, and he did not connect Song Chan with Song Foxiang. Song Foxiang
When talking about Song Chan, I wanted Zhang Guangzhen to praise his daughter. Zhang Guangzhen was very honest:
"Talent type? Not really. Wen Ying is the type of talent. The author Song Chan relies entirely on hard work. Her previous creations took the wrong path. She likes to drop book bags. Her words seem to be carefully crafted but are actually craftsmanship.
I have rejected several of her submissions in a row, and I finally read this one. I have made such obvious progress, maybe it’s because I had an epiphany recently!”
Dropped the book bag?
Craftsmanship?
Got several submissions in a row?
——Song Chan is not one of the finalists!
puff.
Editor Wan quickly lowered his head and ate the fried peanuts. It was so embarrassing!
Song Foxiang's nose was so angry that he was crooked.
