Chapter 477: Disappointed with friends when we met, Hua Tianlong has changed a lot. Not only did he work harder at home, but he also took the initiative to learn correspondence courses. Xie Ying said that Hua Tianlong wanted to continue studying, but he had no specific goals.
Xie Qingyun graduated with a master's degree and officially worked in a university in Gangcheng. She went back to her parents' home, visited Zhao Nianhua, who had returned from the hospital, and planned her future study route for Hua Tianlong.
"Hua Tianlong, although many writers write full-time, most writers are relatively poor. You can engage in a relatively relaxed but stable job, treat writing as a hobby. Wait for your writing career
It’s not too late to become a full-time writer once again.”
"Also, Tianlong, you'd better take a bachelor's degree. Although a college degree is enough now, in the long run, you may need a bachelor's degree in the future if you take civil servants or teacher positions. Your academic qualifications are the first year of high school
If you are in the first grade, your salary will be higher. Taking advantage of your enthusiasm for hard work, you can get all your diplomas in one go."
"As for majors, if you want to pursue a profession related to your current level, you can study related to education. Moreover, this major is more liberal arts and uses less knowledge about mathematics, physics and chemistry, so it is relatively simple. Hua Tianlong, no matter what he studies,
You must learn English well. Your aunt has studied abroad, so can you."
Hua Tianlong nodded frequently: "Although I can't think of so many things now, I will remember the suggestions you gave me in my heart."
Zhao Nianhua thanked repeatedly: "Teacher Xie, fortunately you have helped you with advice, otherwise we can only be anxious."
"No need to thank you. Tianlong wants to work hard, this is a good thing. Tianlong, you are a mature adult now, and it is not necessary to waste time."
"I will never waste my time anymore." Hua Tianlong said firmly: "My mother escaped by luck this time. This is why God gave me a buffering opportunity. I must become stronger quickly. In the future, I will do so.
My parents can only rely on me.”
"No," Xie Qingyun said applaudingly: "Awakening is the first step to work hard."
After his mother's condition stabilized, Hua Tianlong still interacted with the writer and teacher. Xie Chong emphasized again - he felt that the writer was unreliable and should be dating him carefully. However, Hua Tianlong admired the writer very much and strongly invited him.
Two friends met him.
Hua Tianlong listed a series of works by writers, but Xie Chong had never heard of them. He was afraid that his friends would feel that he was ignorant, so he nodded randomly to make excuses.
Xie Chong glanced at Wang Haochuan, who also had the same expression. They didn't know writers, but they all had to pretend to know writers, at least give their good friends a face.
When Xie Chong's family was not engaged in decoration, Hua Tianlong enthusiastically invited them to visit the writer's office. As long as they saw the writer's style, they would change their prejudice against him.
Xie Chong and Wang Haochuan didn't want to go, but for the sake of face, they could only reluctantly agree.
Hua Tianlong didn't notice their compulsion and said excitedly - that's because he has a good relationship with the writer, so he gets such a franchise. No one else is allowed to enter the office building.
Xie Chong could only pretend to admire the writer very much.
The writer went to a meeting, and three boys were waiting for him in the office. The writer's office was indeed full of books, but Xie Chong keenly discovered that many books had never been read.
Xie Chong rolled his eyes and wrote the author's book, which was very obscure, such as the elephant drowned in the water, the scavenger who disappeared strangely, and the birds who folded their wings in the sky, etc.
Xie Chong couldn't stand it and yawned. He asked Hua Tianlong quietly: "Is this writer writing about animals?"
"No." Hua Tianlong said: "It's just a metaphor for humans."
"Oh..." Xie Chong said: "Then I may be short-sighted and I don't know what the meaning of writing such an article is."
Wang Haochuan chuckled softly: "Although the elephant can swim, it is entirely possible to drown; the scavenger is often eaten by fish in the same water tank; the bird may hurt its wings during the flight... These are all
It’s a very common phenomenon, what’s the point of writing it out?”
Hua Tianlong blushed: "A writer must have his profound meaning when writing articles. You have to calm down and read them to understand the mystery."
Wang Haochuan only saw the hard concave and show-off, but did not see any mystery. However, he took care of Hua Tianlong's mood and did not express his feelings.
The writer came back in turmoil. He looked very busy and kept talking about where to go to collect folk songs and how many magazines had made an appointment with him. He took the initiative to hold Xie Chong and Wang Haochuan's hands, but Xie Chong keenly noticed it.
His pride.
Hua Tianlong said enthusiastically: "Teacher Gao, they are my best friends. This is Xie Chong, who wrote a full-score essay in the college entrance examination this year; he is Wang Haochuan, who often publishes articles in the military newspaper."
"Oh~" The writer Teacher Gao raised his chin a little more, his smile was intriguing, and he was quite dissatisfied: "These two are both writing masters."
"I dare not take it, I dare not take it." Xie Chong and Wang Haochuan said in unison.
Teacher Gao sat on the chair, crossed his legs, crossed his fingers, and posed in a mature and sophisticated manner, saying to Wang Haochuan: "Have you published a lot of articles?"
"Not many." Wang Haochuan said modestly: "There are fewer than ten articles so far."
"Oh~" Teacher Gao was used to this way of speaking. He said with a slight smile: "Then, what are you writing?"
"It's all unforgettable little things that I have experienced personally, as well as some growth insights." Wang Haochuan said in a simplified manner: "The articles are not long, so it's not difficult to write."
Teacher Gao changed his position and said, "So, are you engaged in realist writing?"
Wang Haochuan was stunned for a moment and honestly admitted his shortcomings: "I have never learned literary theory and I don't understand what you say very much. I think, literally understand, what I write about is my own experience or insights.
It should be realism.”
"Realism is easy to understand." Teacher Gao pushed his eyes and said, "I prefer postmodernism to realism."
Xie Chong and Wang Haochuan looked at each other. Although they are good at writing essays and have good grades in Chinese, they have never been exposed to what the writer said and do not know how to proceed.
Hua Tianlong was afraid of the cold, so he smiled and explained: "Teacher Gao said that compared to the plot, he values the overall atmosphere of the article more."
"More precisely, I prefer to process the essence of reality than copying reality, that is, to focus on describing some hazy, distorted, or even weird images to express my impression and view of the objective world
.”
Xie Chong and Wang Haochuan looked at each other again. What did he say?
Xie Chong blinked his eyes and couldn't help but whisper to Wang Haochuan: "Is he belittle your creation? It means that his creation is more advanced?"
Teacher Gao could hear what Xie Chong said clearly. He lowered his head and smiled slightly, making people unable to understand his thoughts: "This classmate, I listen to what you said. I have no intention of belittle others, all the creations are worth it.
Respectful.”
Since it is worthy of respect, then you can smile?!
Xie Chong hates sarcastic and unidentified laughter the most. If he hadn't been concerned about Hua Tianlong, he would have had an attack long ago.
Wang Haochuan's face was gloomy and calm. He endured it and squeezed out an embarrassing but polite smile: "I have to strengthen my theoretical study in order to understand what Teacher Gao said."
Hua Tianlong said: "Teacher Gao, my friend works very hard. He has been able to enter the military academy and has published many articles, all relying on his own efforts..."
"effort?!"
Teacher Gao repeated the word, couldn't help but laugh.
This ridicule made Xie Chong completely break the defense.
Xie Chong slapped the table and said angrily: "What does your laughter mean? Is other people's efforts ridiculous?"
"Isn't it ridiculous to work hard?" Teacher Gao still couldn't help laughing: "The four classics all end with tragedy, Shakespeare's tragedy is more than comedy. Writers see life more thoroughly. Death is the end of everyone, and life is
A journey of nothingness and confusion, heading towards the last journey in a confused manner. Can hard work get rid of the tragedy? Can't get rid of it? Why work hard? Isn't it better to go with the flow? It's meaningless to struggle in your destiny. Your unforgettable optimism
, no benefit to creation.”.81zw.m
After listening quietly, Wang Haochuan did not immediately refute Teacher Gao, but asked Hua Tianlong with a smile: "Tianlong, are you learning writing from such a person?"
Hua Tianlong was worried. On the one hand, he knew that what Teacher Gao said was inaccurate, and he should not use his sense of superiority to belittle Wang Haochuan's efforts; but on the other hand, he was worried about losing this opportunity to become a teacher, and he also relied on Teacher Gao.
Promote and ask Teacher Gao to help him publish picture books.
Hua Tianlong bit his lip and whispered: "Haochuan, don't worry, Teacher Gao may not mean what you understand..."
"He has the right to express his opinion, and I also have the right to understand." Wang Haochuan sneered: "I used to think that the meaning of my hard work is to not be inferior no matter who I face; but now I understand, I work hard
The meaning is to stick to one's own beliefs, rather than listening to this slutty guy who casually shows off his few talents."
Teacher Gao suddenly turned red: "Others can easily understand the articles you wrote, but many people can't understand them! Reading my books requires a threshold for understanding, and ordinary people cannot understand them!"
"Then are the articles you wrote interesting?"
Wang Haochuan's question made Teacher Gao confused for a moment, and then he pulled his neck and said, "A work with in-depth work does not need to be very interesting."
"Oh, it seems boring." Wang Haochuan successfully angered Teacher Gao. He smiled slightly and continued: "Teacher Gao, there are countless works in this world that are both interesting and in-depth. You may not have read them.
I can't write it out either. This shows that you still have a lot of room for improvement in the future. I've said goodbye."
Wang Haochuan left, Xie Chong signaled Hua Tianlong to go with them, but Hua Tianlong's face turned red and sat there like a wooden chicken. It seemed that he was still worried about offending Teacher Gao.
Xie Chong was very disappointed with the attitude he showed with good friends. He glared at Teacher Gao dissatisfiedly and said, "You are like a person. You even laugh at others' efforts. Then how arrogant the characters you write should be? Even though you are famous , but I don't think you are a good writer."
Xie Chong also walked out of Teacher Gao's office angrily. He looked back several times, but Hua Tianlong did not follow him.
"Hua Tianlong learns writing with such a person, sooner or later, will learn to be useless." Xie Chong complained to Wang Haochuan: "A year ago, I said he was unreliable, and Hua Tianlong doesn't believe it. I'm very disappointed with this writer. Hua Tianlong was even more disappointed!”
"Brother Chen!"
"Um!"
When Chen Changqing was walking on the road, he would say hello or nod when he met someone he knew.
But no matter who it is.
Everyone had no extra expression on their faces, as if they were very indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Chen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Department, it is an institution to maintain the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.
It can be said.
In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone's hands were stained with a lot of blood.
When a person is used to life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When Chen Changqing first came to this world, he was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.
The Demon Suppressing Division is very big.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Department are all powerful masters or those with the potential to become masters.
Chen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressing Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian and the other is the Demon Elimination Envoy.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts with the lowest level of Demon Elimination Envoy.
Then he will be promoted step by step and will eventually become a guardian.
Chen Changqing's predecessor was an intern in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-level Demon Suppression Envoy.
Have the memory of the predecessor.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long, Chen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and it presents a different tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door is open and occasionally someone enters and exits.
Chen Changqing just hesitated for a moment and then stepped in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow frown instinctively, but it stretched quickly.
The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Department is almost impossible to clean.