The summer wind, carrying the heat, passes through the hall.
Sun Mo wandered among the bookshelves, taking out a book from time to time and flipping through a few pages.
Zheng Qingfang sat on the wooden chair, his eyes not blinking for a moment, and his movements that were originally careless gradually became gentle subconsciously, for fear of damaging the manuscript papers.
To be honest, when I read the first sentence of the article, Zheng Qingfang was disdainful and thought Sun Mo was exaggerating.
This line of writing is simple and straightforward, and the description is accurate, but there is almost no literary grace at all. To put it bluntly, it is just plain language.
But looking further down, it becomes interesting.
A sacred stone gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to give birth to a spiritual fetus. When a wild monkey burst out of the stone, soared into the sky, and hung straight into the sky, Zheng Qingfang was shocked beyond words.
The protagonist is actually a monkey?
No? It’s the protagonist’s pet, right?
The appearance of the protagonist is so novel that he pops out of a stone? Zheng Qingfang has been reading novels for decades and has never seen such a case.
…
Zheng Qingfang can be considered to have covered a wide range of subjects, but this beginning made him give a high score of nine points, which was extremely satisfactory.
The reason for the one point difference is that the literary talent is so poor.
Thinking of this, Zheng Qingfang wanted to revise it by himself, which really ruined the beginning. However, as he read on, Zheng Qingfang no longer thought about things, but was completely immersed in the story.
Journey to the West to relieve the evil, the Monkey King is born!
Wandering around the world, seeking growth and immortality!
Watching this wild monkey gambling and fighting with other monkeys, he was the first to enter the Water Curtain Cave, subdued the monkeys, and named himself the Monkey King. Zheng Qingfang happily touched his beard, and then saw the monkeys growing old, sick, and dying. The Monkey King was shocked.
Then he wandered around in search of the way to immortality, and he couldn't help but show a lonely look.
Immortality?
How difficult it is!
Zheng Qingfang laughed out loud as he watched the wild monkeys search for them, endure hardships, make jokes, and get into a lot of harmless troubles.
Zheng Qingfang finally breathed a sigh of relief until the wild monkey wandered for several years and came to Xie Yue Sanxing Cave in Fangcun Mountain, Lingtai, to worship Patriarch Bodhi as his teacher.
"Finally I can learn art!"
It's just that Zheng Qingfang soon brought it up again and became nervous, because in this world, how can there be any magic of immortality?
But then, before Zheng Qingfang was disappointed, he saw that the wild monkey had the nickname Sun Wukong, and also learned seventy-two changes and a somersault cloud that could cover hundreds of thousands of miles.
At that moment, this old man, who was already over seventy years old, couldn't help but applaud and recalled his youth.
Lu Zhiruo squatted beside her, wanting to wait for the old man to finish reading and then read it again, but he didn't even let go of the manuscript paper he had read. It was so annoying.
Fight against the group of monsters, recapture the Water Curtain Cave, go to the East China Sea, get the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, then go to the underworld, change the book of life and death, and then fight against the generals in heaven...
Seeing Sun Wukong being imprisoned in Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, Zheng Qingfang's heart was twitching. Then he developed his piercing eyes and made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, turning the world upside down.
This time, Zheng Qingfang couldn't bear it any longer. He stood up suddenly, slammed the table hard, and shouted: "What a spirit!"
…
Time passed minute by minute, and Zheng Qingfang was completely immersed in the story, accompanying the four monks from Tang Dynasty on their journey to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures.
What kind of literary talent is not good?
Sorry, Zheng Qingfang has long ignored it. In his eyes, he only sees the four masters and disciples and the ninety-nine and eighty-seven difficulties!
Suddenly, Zheng Qingfang's hands were empty. Where was the manuscript paper? It was gone? It was gone? He turned his head and stared at the bookshelf, shouting in a hoarse voice.
"Where's down there?"
Lu Zhiruo, who was next to her, was startled and took several steps back.
Sun Mo did not respond.
Zheng Qingfang walked quickly, jumped over several bookshelves, found Sun Mo, and couldn't wait to grab his hand and asked: "Where's down there? Sun Wukong actually destroyed the ginseng fruit tree. I'm afraid he will have a battle with Zhenyuan Immortal."
?”
Sun Mo smiled and pulled away Zheng Qingfang's hand.
"That's what you said!"
Zheng Qingfang was anxious to death.
"Does it look good?"
Sun Mo asked back.
"nice!"
"very nice!"
"Too beautiful!"
Zheng Qingfang exchanged three sentences of praise in a row and stroked the manuscript paper with his right hand. It had been a long time since he had read such a good story. It was like drinking fine wine.
"Really? Right?"
Lu Zhiruo huddled half of her body behind the bookshelf, with a bright smile and a little joy on her face: "I would say yes, Teacher Sun's writing is excellent!"
Papaya girl felt so honored.
"Teacher Sun?" Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo: "Which school are you from?"
"Zhongzhou Academy!"
Sun Mo formally introduced himself.
Zheng Qingfang invited Sun Mo to sit down and served him tea himself, and even Lu Zhiruo also got a cup.
"Sorry, sorry, I haven't seen such a beautiful book for a long time. I lost track of time."
Seeing that it was getting late, Zheng Qingfang was very embarrassed.
"Can we publish a thousand copies?"
Sun Mo asked with a smile.
"Okay, absolutely okay!"
Zheng Qingfang nodded immediately, then shook his head: "Can you polish this literary talent?"
"cannot!"
Sun Mo answered neatly and neatly. It was a joke. He couldn't write classical Chinese.
In fact, Sun Mo's literary talent was good, and he published several prose poems in school, but in the eyes of the ancients, it was not good enough.
"Oh, what a pity!"
Zheng Qingfang sighed and took a deep look at Sun Mo. The meaning was very simple. How great would it be if such a good story was paired with gorgeous writing?
"With all due respect, why was the novel written?"
Sun Mo didn't want to be looked down upon, so he fought back.
"Look!"
Zheng Qingfang smiled.
"That's right. Written in this kind of vernacular, old women and old men in the countryside can understand it. This is the best destination for this story."
Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders.
Zheng Qingfang was stunned. He didn't know how to refute Sun Mo's remarks. Yes, this is a novel. It was born to be read. It is not the ancient and modern masterpieces of saints and great sages. It can only be read.
Only people will see it.
Sun Mo drinks tea.
Lu Zhiruo also picked up the tea cup in the same manner. She was so happy to see the teacher make the old man from the bookstore speechless.
Ding!
Favorability from Lu Zhiruo +5.
Reputation relationship with Lu Zhiruo, friendly (183/1000).
"Old man Zheng, look, it's getting late..."
Sun Mo didn't say anything else. It was getting late, so he wanted to sign the contract, take the money and leave.
"Oh, I was careless!"
Zheng Qingfang opened the drawer, took out a bell and shook it.
Soon, an old servant walked in from the backyard.
"Go and prepare a sumptuous banquet."
Zheng Qingfang was about to talk to Sun Mo Bingzhu Ye, but he still wanted to dig out the content behind: "By the way, bring me another thousand taels of silver!"
The old servants are well-trained and efficient in their work.
Soon, a table of food was ready.
When Sun Mo came to Jinling, he had not had a big meal in a restaurant, but just by looking at the dishes, he knew that the food on this table was not cheap.
A tray of silver ingots was also placed on the table, fifty taels each, twenty in total, shining brightly in the light of the butter candle.
“Try the old wine from Laohuaifang!”
Zheng Qingfang poured a cup of wine.
"Thank you, Uncle Zheng, for your hospitality."
Sun Mo drank it all in one gulp and gave Zheng Qingfang a drink in return. Then he turned the cup upside down and put it on the table: "Sorry, I'm too drunk!"
Zheng Qingfang was a generous man and did not think that Sun Mo was not a man enough because of his behavior. He just said that he could help himself and started to drink.
I got a good book by chance today. If I don't get drunk, I won't be able to read "Journey to the West".
“Eat your own food!”
Seeing that Lu Zhiruo was a little cautious, Sun Mo gave her a piece of beef.
"Um!"
Papaya Girl felt warm in her heart, but she was also very well-behaved. When she saw that the wine in Zheng Qingfang's cup was gone, she took the initiative to help pour the wine.
Zheng Qingfang did not stick to trivial matters, and there were not many rules at the wine table. Everyone just had fun.
After drinking for three rounds, he pushed the plate full of silver ingots in front of Sun Mo: "Look at my memory, now all this silver is yours."
"I said, I don't sell manuscripts."
Sun Mo refused. It was a huge sum of money, but it was not enough to buy "Journey to the West".
"Look what you said, even if I am blind, I would not think that I can buy this book for one thousand taels. This is just for your living expenses. I hope you will not delay writing the book because of the daily necessities in life."
Zheng Qingfang explained: "As for the publishing fee, don't worry, we will calculate it separately."
"I can't have it!"
Sun Mo took a bite of the food and pushed the tray back.
"Sun Mo, please let me call you little friend." Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo and expressed his emotions: "It's hard to get a good book. It's even harder to get a good book that you can't put down. Little friend Sun, please accept it.
Is that my good intention? I just hope that I can see the following content as soon as possible."
Ding!
Favorability from Zheng Qingfang +10.
The reputation relationship with Zheng Qingfang has been opened, and the current status is neutral (10/100).
Sun Mo was speechless, and the system prompts rang. This shows that Zheng Qingfang really likes this book, and really appreciates himself, and is not just trying to get the manuscript of "Journey to the West". But you have become a book fan.
Is the speed too fast?
Can you at least wait until you read the entire "Journey to the West" before becoming a fan of me?
If you do this, I will be proud!
Although the outline of the story of Journey to the West has not changed, the text is all written by myself, and some plots and characters have also been added with some of my own ideas. Isn’t this considered plagiarism?
To be honest, as a teacher, Sun Mo is still very resistant to this kind of behavior. If the money hadn't been spent too quickly, he wouldn't have written "Journey to the West".
But then again, it is also a great thing to let the natives of China and Kyushu appreciate the literary classics of our great flower growers.
Zheng Qingfang pushed the tray over again, then couldn't help but pick up the manuscript, read it, and couldn't help but praise it, it's really beautiful!
Then his expression became lost. Hey, if I can't read books of this level again, wouldn't life be boring?
Zheng Qingfang actually gave Sun Mo money for some selfish reasons. In addition to wanting to see the second half of "Journey to the West" as soon as possible, he also wanted to see "Dragon Balls" and "Transformers". From this amazing novel
Come to think of it, those two movies aren't too bad after all.
Thinking of this, Zheng Qingfang, who was addicted to books, couldn't help it. He scratched his heart and lungs and felt extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to grab Sun Mo's head immediately, press him down in front of the table, and write a book for himself.