He listened for a while and roughly figured out that they were talking about music.
Jiang Yang didn't know what kind of music they were talking about.
He lay on the table and slowly pushed the table display, including the photo of him catching the big fish, to the edge of the table, closer to Sister Chen and the others, fearing that they would not be able to see clearly.
Li Qingning glared at him.
Then--
She stretched out her hand to straighten the table, trying to let people see it from 180 degrees without blind spots.
Jiang Yang smiled proudly when he saw it.
then.
Jiang Yang was just like you and the beautiful class girl were deserting when the teacher was in class. He quietly told his experience of meeting Wen Xue.
Submission fee.
Li Qingning: "Alright."
There is no conflict between publication in the magazine and publication by the publishing house.
Just right.
The manuscript is still in her hand, but she has corrected some typos before giving it to Sister Chen.
then--
Jiang Yang concentrated on the sketch homework left by Lao Mo.
Li Qingning looked through the books Jiang Yang bought, and from time to time joined in Sister Chen's discussion and added a few words.
The people Feng Jing brought occasionally glanced at Jiang Yang.
They have admired his name for a long time, but this is the first time they see Jiang Yang in reality.
They just didn't expect that the first meeting would be so special. They thought about his recklessness when he came in, and couldn't help but envy and sigh. He was really awesome. He was so confident that the devil preferred him. You know, they were talking about a business worth hundreds of millions.
, but it feels like going to someone else’s house to talk about things, while the children next to you are doing homework and the parents are supervising.
but--
After seeing how seriously he was painting, they didn't know why, but they thought it was natural for Li Yu to like him.
long time.
The sun is very warm.
The meeting broke up, Feng Jing took the people away, and Li Qingning said hello to Sister Chen.
Sister Chen: "Very good."
The status of "Qiushi" is...
At least half of the famous domestic and foreign writers made their debut by publishing articles in "Qiushi". If Jiangyang's children's literature can be published in "Qiushi" and then published, it will save advertising expenses.
After hearing what Sister Chen said, Li Qingning sent the manuscript to the mailbox of "Qiushi" after checking it.
xxx
Wen Xue sat on the street, staring blankly at the traffic flow, at a loss as to what to do.
He didn't know if his words had any effect, and naturally he didn't know whether to continue working hard or go back. Of course he wanted to go back. He was worried about his mother. She was getting older and a fall would be a big problem.
Just then, his cell phone rang.
His colleague Lao Huangfa's voice said excitedly in the group: "Lao Wen, Lao Wen, the manuscript is here!"
"Awesome, Lao Wen——"
Colleagues in the editorial department started chatting in the group chat.
"I've just been here for a day and the manuscript is about to arrive. What shady deal did you make with the old thief?"
"Lao Wen, your medicine works faster than antihypertensive medicine! The editor-in-chief was dizzy just now, but now he feels refreshed!"
Wen Xue held the mobile phone and took a long breath.
He looked up at the setting sun on the horizon.
This strange city, which was cold just now, has become warmer now.
"gone!"
Wen Xue stood up, looked towards the direction of the building, waved, then turned around, while waving for a taxi, he said in the group: "I really have to thank our editor-in-chief for his help!"
The taxi arrived,
After he got on the bus, he asked the driver to go straight to the high-speed rail station. At the same time, he turned on his mobile phone and bought a ticket for the nearest train.
fortunately.
It's still a little far away from the Spring Festival travel season, so he bought a ticket.
The time was also perfect. When he arrived at the station, it was still half an hour before the train departed. After a short wait, he checked in and boarded the train. After finding his seat, Wen Xue put down his things and breathed a sigh of relief.
very nice.
The mood when returning home is always happy, this is the meaning of leaving.
Isn't it?
If not——
It must be very distressing to have only a place to leave but no place to return to.
After sitting firmly, Wen Xue couldn't wait to open his notebook, get into the mailbox, and open Jiang Yang's manuscript.
Susan had already inquired about the genre, and he knew it was children's literature.
but--
The process still has to go through.
He has to keep it under control.
Then--
Wen Xue was dumbfounded.
He felt that the doubts about Jiang Yang's ghostwriting on the Internet were not bad at all. Compared with "Old Stories in the South of the City", they have completely different writing styles. Wen Xue would have a hard time believing that they were written by the same person.
this--
Does he count as aiding the evildoers?
Wen Xue continued to read the story of "Hui'an Pavilion" in the first chapter while struggling.
In the story, the protagonist Xiao Yingzi met the crazy woman Xiu Zhen. She fell in love with a student and got pregnant before getting married and gave birth to a child named Xiao Guizi. Because the student ran away, the child was born and Xiu Zhen didn't even look at it twice.
Her family was lost, and Xiuzhen went crazy from then on. She asked Yingzi to find her little Guizi;
Yingzi met another little friend, her name was Niuer, who was abused by her parents. This made Yingzi, who had just tasted the sweetness of friendship for the first time, feel sad and confused, so Yingzi used her own way to get the poor mother and daughter to recognize each other -
—
but--
When Xiuzhen was crazy about getting together, when Niuer wanted to escape, when Xiuzhen took Niuer to find Xiao Guizi's father, and finally escaped from the sea of misery, what awaited them was not reunion, but death.
Wen Xue sighed.
This story goes from simple and bright, happy and sunny to heart-wrenching and ends in tragedy.
There are so many tastes of life and the joys and sorrows of the world.
He is no longer confused.
Just this short story, even if he was a ghostwriter, even if he aided the evildoers, even if he suffered a more serious infamy than this, his life as an editor was enough. In the future, "Old Things in the South of the City" will be the beginning of his resume.
This is his list of achievements!
The kind that can last a lifetime.
in addition--
"Qiushi" is a purely literary magazine, and its literary quality has always been the benchmark for the magazine. As a children's literature, its literary quality is weaker than serious literature, which is one of the reasons why Wen Xue couldn't wait just now.
Now.
He can rest assured.
Although this novel is narrated from a child's perspective, precisely because it is narrated from a child's perspective, it puts the innocence of children and the cruelty and sadness of reality together, creating a strong sensory impact that can reflect the ups and downs of the times.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This is exactly the meaning of literature.
He could boldly say that this novel was more suitable to be published in Qiushi than any of the clumsy articles currently published in their magazine.
I found a treasure.
Wen Xue happily took a sip of Coke.
The blue bottle just wasn't strong enough, so he bought a red bottle when the food cart passed by.
As for this being a sad story——
Wen Xue didn't really care.
This knife is not a knife to him, it is just a nail clipper on a key, and what is cut is just the nails. After all, as the editor of a serious literary magazine, Wen Xue reviews the manuscripts every day if it is not a knife, which is already cruel.
His heart was already calloused by abuse.
so--
The following "Let's Go to the Sea", "Aunt Lan", and "Donkey Rolling" did not shake Wen Xue's heart at all. He was just immersed in the joys and sorrows that Jiang Yang showed with the help of a child's perspective, in the innocence.
It tells the story of the complexity and change of the human world, the confusion and thoughts of children facing the misery of the world, and the stories of people in that era who were trapped by the times and could not help themselves.
For adults, parting and being involuntarily appear to be pretentious and insensitive.
It's just right for children who can't tell the difference between the sea and the sky, or good people and bad people.
However--
When he saw "Daddy's Flowers Have Fallen", his heart kept sinking.
He touched the packaging of the model train at hand.
"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky... I asked you when to come here, and don't wander around when you come! At the end of the sky, in the corner of the earth, acquaintances are scattered. Life is rarely about joyful gatherings, but there are many partings..."
Li Qingning's singing seemed to ring in his ears.
[…Being an adult, people often ask me to be an adult. When Song Ma was about to return to her hometown, she said, Yingzi, you are old, you can’t quarrel with your brother anymore! Aunt Lan said when she followed the four-eyed dog into the carriage, Yingzi
, you are old, you can’t make your mother angry! The man squatting in the grass said, when you graduate from elementary school and grow up, let’s go see the sea...]
The scene that just couldn't shake Wen Xuexin suddenly flashed back in his mind like a movie.
["Lao Gao, I know what's going on, I'm going to the hospital." I have never been so calm, so quiet - my father's flowers have fallen, and I am no longer a child]
A gentle knife gently opened a slit in his heart wrapped in a cocoon, and an inexplicable sourness flowed, brewing as it passed through his fingers and across the model train.
until--
Wen Xue looked up and saw a flight attendant selling a model of a high-speed train, and a middle-aged man paid for one. After all, his eyes were red, and in a blur, he seemed to see the middle-aged man using his dry hands to reach into his pocket.
I issued a brand new ticket and bought a model train——
damn it!
The old thief is a real swordsman, he is about to become a swordsman!