Chapter 642 Deliberation

Anyway, the rice still needs to be eaten.

at the dinner table.

Zhong Ji'an suddenly felt that his son's composition was still bright, "Monkey scientist——"

Son: "Mom, you also think my composition is very imaginative?"

Zhong Ji'an: "In Jiang Yang's latest serialized science fiction novel, there are turkey scientists."

Lao Gong suddenly said: "Oh, yes!"

He remembered that someone in his son's class was reading science fiction in class, but it was just confiscated by the Chinese teacher. When this colleague is not in class, he is still watching in the office, saying that Jiang Yang's novel in this issue is really imaginative.

He glared at his son angrily: "You even copied this idea!"

"Learn from, learn from."

The son gave his mother a weak look and asked his mother for help.

The son's homework was tutored by Lao Gong, which made Lao Gong the person who slammed the table and stared at the high blood pressure in their family every day. Zhong Ji'an travels abroad from time to time to discuss copyrights, spends less time with his children, and has a debt in his heart. He often fights fires when Lao Gong's blood pressure is high.

But today—

Zhong Ji'an's heart was rippling, and he was looking forward to returning to his old dream and playing a good game.

She said righteously: "Your father is right!"

What a reference!

"If you can really learn from Jiang Yang's latest serial, you can go off topic and write a sci-fi composition. What are you?"

Purely using Jiang Yang's creativity and Journey to the West to put together a composition!

"My boss, if he knows how you insulted his husband's creativity, he must dismiss me!" Zhong Ji'an picked up a chopstick of vegetables for his son, and knocked his chopsticks on the shrimp, "Okay, serve the bowl and go back to eat. You are not qualified to eat shrimp!"

The son was dumbfounded.

Lao Gong also looked surprised, why did the husband and wife follow suit today?

before.

Zhong Ji'an often educates him, a person who stays in school, as a social person.

The son was reluctant to part with Prawn: "Am I your own?"

Lao Gong came back to his senses: "I'm also wondering, your mother and I are both Chinese majors, how did you give birth to such a—"

When Lao Gong talked about his son's composition, he became very angry.

Once when I was writing about climbing a mountain, my son just started writing how to climb a mountain. Although it was flowing, he didn’t digress, but he couldn’t make up 800 characters.

There are still ripples in Zhong Ji'an's heart.

After hearing Lao Gong's words, she quickly interjected: "Absolutely my own!"

Lao Gong looked surprised again.

Something is wrong with his wife today.

Why did he faintly feel that she was driving, but for some reason, this car drove him a little turbulently.

The son carefully picked up a prawn with chopsticks: "I think my composition this time is really good."

The subject matter is novel, it not only borrows the cowhide ideas of science fiction, but also uses the allusions of classics. The theme is also clear, telling people not to be careless, or they will attract revenge, and the educational significance is very profound.

"Okay, okay."

Zhong Ji'an asked him to stop, and someone paid for Jiang Yang's creativity, "No one will read your composition for the money."

By the way, she told Lao Gong about today's meeting, and added some talk between husband and wife: "Poirot is popular in England, do you know their offer for buying the copyright of the TV series? It's a small building, and it doesn't count as a share."

Son: "Dad, you also like to write, and write about his building whenever you want."

Lao Gong: "Take the bowl and go back and recite the model essay!"

As soon as Zhong Ji'an heard Lao Gong's tone, he immediately knew that he had lost his composure.

She also really wanted to increase the conversation——

certainly.

It also means boasting.

after all.

Now that she has participated in such a large transnational project, and has become Party A's Party A, pride is inevitable.

However--

Lao Gong's hobby has been writing since he was a child, and his ideal is to become a great writer.

Nothing.

His manuscripts were repeatedly rejected.

so.

Lao Gong hates comparing him with others.

Besides——

Lao Gong likes pure literature, not science fiction, reasoning and other types of literature.

Like many Chinese teachers, he classifies these books as idle books. He hates students reading them at school, and reading them outside of class is okay. If you really want to cultivate your literary talents, Lao Gong thinks that you still have to read classics.

Zhong Ji'an quite understands.

Reading is actually a very utilitarian thing. Authors invest brainpower and time in writing books, and readers also invest brainpower and time in reading, so they can read whatever books they want. For students who want to improve their grades, classic books are obviously more suitable.

The son put a few prawns in the bowl and went back to his room to endorse.

Only Zhong Ji'an and Lao Gong were left at the dinner table.

She tried to start an interesting topic, but all she could think of was work, but the two work in different environments, one is in school and the other is in society; one likes pure literature, and the content the other is looking for must be popular in order to make money—

it's wired.

We have been husband and wife for more than ten years, why have we become strangers?

finally.

Zhong Ji'an could only ask: "Is this dish cooked well today?"

Lao Gong nodded: "Well, very good."

after dinner.

Lao Gong tidied up the dishes consciously, and then took out the folder from his bag.

Zhong Ji'an: "Rejected the manuscript again?"

Lao Gong: "Yes."

This manuscript was not returned by the magazine, but the publishing house, and now it is submitted online. It's just that after the manuscript is rejected, Lao Gong is used to printing it out and storing it at home to avoid accidentally deleting it on the computer or not being able to find it.

After all, his computer often handles work like courseware.

Lao Gong entered the study.

Zhong Ji'an thought for a while, and followed in.

The ripples in her heart are still there, and she wants to care about Lao Gong.

Speaking of it, when Lao Gong submitted a manuscript, he would tell her that after the manuscript was rejected, she would follow the staff. Later, I don’t know when, Lao Gong seldom told her, and she seldom asked.

so--

When Zhong Ji'an came in to ask, Lao Gong was a little surprised.

Zhong Ji'an: "What did the editor say this time?"

Lao Gong: "It's still the same old style. The text seems to be looking at the mountains and not happy."

It's just that the story is not full of twists and turns.

Zhong Ji'an knows that this is Lao Gong's old problem. He has too little contact with society and cannot write people who are too bad, too weird, or too miserable. However, his personality is peaceful, so the things he writes are also very peaceful, tending to The kind of time is quiet.

Zhong Ji'an: "Let me see?"

"well."

Lao Gong handed the file bag to Zhong Ji'an, always feeling that his daughter-in-law was a bit strange today.

Kind of like going back to when we were first married.

Zhong Ji'an sat down to watch, frowning slowly.

She actually likes Zhong Ji'an's articles, there is a kind of tranquil beauty, don't worry about a sudden tragedy or something, but after so many submissions were rejected, Lao Gong intentionally made changes to the strange situation, but it was very awkward .

"Don't force yourself."

Zhong Ji'an put down the manuscript, "I think it's good to write what you like and make you happy."

Lao Gong also thought about it, but no one looked at it.

Zhong Ji'an can't give too many suggestions.

The only one she knows who is a prolific writer is Jiang Yang.

It's easy for this guy to write an advertisement.

The name of the old thief is really not for nothing.

Lao Gong will continue to start his own writing.

Zhong Ji'an doesn't bother him.

but--

Before going out, she asked in Lao Gong's ear: "Monk knocks on Yuexia's door, do you feel more comfortable pushing or knocking?"

she went out.

"Cough cough."

Lao Gong almost lost his grasp.

It was just that time, he couldn't help but drag out an elegant word, and felt that this poem had achieved his body shape.

He hasn't mentioned it for many years.

Zhong Ji'an never said it, and now he said it out of the blue, which had a big impact on him.

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Jiang Yang flashed his waist again and continued to write the commercial script.

As for "Being Ordained"——

After Li Qingning read it and checked the typos, the only question was who to submit the manuscript to.

Certainly not the publishing house.

This article is too short, more than 10,000 words are not enough to publish a book.

Only magazines are suitable.

Can--

The love in "Ordained" may be science fiction to some people, but it must not be published in Mr. Orange's science fiction magazine. Jiang Yang thought about it, and saw the literary magazine he bought while waiting for sister Xia outside the convenience store.

It's called "Kyoto Literature and Art".

There is an email address for submissions on the magazine, and Jiang Yang submitted the manuscript directly.