Chapter 772 Farewell

Jiang Yang sat down.

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 could not 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 when the teacher was in class, you and the beautiful class girl were deserting below. He whispered about the experience of meeting Wen Xue. He felt that money was not the second most important thing. Wen Xue was right. Submission fee.

Li Qingning: "Alright."

There is no conflict between publication in the magazine and publication by the publishing house.

Just right.

The manuscript was still in her hand, but she had corrected some typos and hadn't given it to Sister Chen yet.

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 in the world.

At least half of the famous domestic and foreign writers in the country 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.

×××

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 old and a fall would be a big problem.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

His colleague Lao Huangfa said excitedly in the group: "Lao Wen, Lao Wen, the manuscript is here!"

"Awesome, Old Wen——"

Colleagues in the editorial department were buzzing in the group.

"I've only been here for a day and the manuscript is about to arrive. What shady deal did you make with the old thief?"

"Old 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 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, and 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.

You always feel happy when you return home, that's what leaving means.

No?

If not——

It must be very distressing to have only a place to leave but no place to return.

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. Even Wen Xue would find it hard to believe that they were written by the same person.

this--

Does he count as aiding the evildoers?

Wen Xue continued to read the story of the first chapter "Hui'an Pavilion" in confusion.

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 tasted the sweetness of friendship for the first time, feel sad and confused, so Yingzi used her own way to make the miserable mother and daughter 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 was waiting for them was not reunion. But death.

Wen Xue sighed.

This story goes from pure and bright, happy and sunny to sad and tragic.

How many flavors of life and human joys and sorrows.

He is no longer entangled.

For this short story, even if he was ghostwritten, even if he aided the tyrant, even if he bore a more serious infamy, his life as an editor is enough. When he writes his resume in the future, "Old Things in the South of the City" will be the beginning.

This is his credit book!

The kind that can lie for a lifetime.

In addition -

"Qiushi" is a pure literary magazine, and its literary quality has always been the benchmark of the magazine. As a children's literature, its literary quality is weaker than that of serious literature, which is one of the reasons why Wen Xuegang couldn't wait.

Now.

He can rest assured.

Although this novel is narrated from the perspective of children, it is precisely because it is a narration from the perspective of children that the innocence of children and the cruelty and sadness of reality are put together. The strong sensory impact can reflect the wind and cloud of the times.

This is the meaning of literature.

He could boldly say that this novel was more suitable for publication in Qiushi than any of the obscure articles currently published in their magazine.

A treasure was discovered.

Wen Xue happily drank a sip of Coke.

The blue bottle was not strong enough, so he bought a bottle of red when the food cart passed by.

As for this being a sad story——

Wen Xue didn't care much.

This knife was not a knife to him, it was just a nail clipper on the key, and it only cut the nails. After all, as an editor of a serious literary magazine, the manuscripts Wen Xue reviewed every day were not knives, that was already torture.

His heart had been tortured to the point of callus.

So——

The following "Let's Go to the Sea", "Auntie 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 from the perspective of a child, which in innocence told the complexity and changeability of the world, all the confusion and thinking of children facing the misery of the world, and the story of people in that era being caught up in the times and unable to help themselves.

For adults, separation and involuntary, numbness seem hypocritical.

For children who can't tell the difference between the sea and the sky, and can't tell the difference between good people and bad people, it's just right.

However——

When he saw "Dad's Flowers Fell", his heart kept sinking.

He touched the packaging of the train model at hand.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and connected to the sky... Ask you when you will come back, don't hesitate when you come! The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the friends are scattered, life is rare to get together, only separation is more..."

He seemed to hear Li Qingning's singing in his ears.

[…As 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 grown up, you can't quarrel with your brother anymore! When Aunt Lan followed the four-eyed dog into the carriage, she said, Yingzi, you are grown up, you can't make your mother angry! The man squatting on the grass said, when you graduate from elementary school and grow up, we will go to see the sea...】

The scene that could not shake Wen Xuexin just now suddenly flashed back in his mind like a movie.

["Lao Gao, I know what happened, I will go to the hospital." I have never been so calm, so quiet - Dad's flowers have fallen, and I am no longer a child.]

A gentle knife gently cut a slit in his heart wrapped in a cocoon, and an inexplicable sourness flowed, brewing as it passed through his fingers and across the train model.

Until -

Wen Xue looked up and saw a conductor selling a high-speed rail model, and a middle-aged man paid for one. His eyes were red after all, and in the blur, he seemed to see that the middle-aged man took out a brand new bill from his pocket with his dry hands and bought a train model -

Fuck!

The old thief is a real knife, he is about to become a knife saint!