Chen Qiaosheng said: "Four months? So long? Just wait a minute. I'll look for it and see which issue your manuscript has been assigned to. What's the title? "Wild Weeds", right?"
Lin Feng turned to Wang Zixu and asked: ""There are creepers in the wild", is it from the Book of Songs, right?"
Wang Zixu nodded: "Yes, " "Guo Feng". There are vines in the wild, and there is a beautiful person. "
Lin Feng raised his thumb and said, "Why is Brother Wang's memory so amazing? Why choose this allusion?"
Wang Zixu thought about how to explain it, but found it difficult, and finally said: "You will know after reading it."
Ning Chunyan took the manuscript paper and read it carefully. This novel tells a story from love to marriage.
The protagonist of the story is a college student studying at a prestigious school. When he returned to his hometown during the summer, he met a beautiful female employee in a flower shop.
After experiencing love-hate entanglement, crazy pursuit, and overcoming the resistance of both parents, they finally came together. However, after marriage, he discovered that under the pressure of life, his wife had turned into a vulgar housewife, and he had become a loser in life in the eyes of his wife. Marriage has shattered all the auras of the two of them, killed their passion, and dispelled their beauty.
At the end, the protagonist’s wife is still beautiful in his eyes, but it is no longer the clear and graceful image surrounded by flowers when he first saw her. The flowers have withered, thorns have begun to grow, dead branches have fallen, and weeds have become overgrown. And he also consciously described her as ugly, a failure in life, and unworthy of her.
When Ning Chunyan first started reading, her expectations had been extremely low by the works of the previous two, so she read this work with a relaxed and instructive attitude. But after reading the beginning, her attention was already drawn.
Wang Zixu’s writing style is fresh, concise and crisp. It seems that there are no aphorisms, but every word is very precise. It reads catchy and has a strong sense of picture in the mind. It is the kind of writing that makes people unable to say specifically what is good about it.
His writing style reminded her of many famous names, such as Hemingway, Nabokov, Su Tong and the early Yu Hua. But upon closer inspection, it looked like no one. It was different from any literary work she had ever read.
In short, after reading this story, she took a new look at Wang Zixu. I used to think that he was just a depressed literary youth, but I didn't expect that he could actually have real skills under his hands.
However, this made her feel even more weird. A work of this level is intended to be published in a publication like "Xihe Literature and Art", and it feels like a boxer entering a kindergarten to find an opponent.
Ning Chunyan slapped the manuscript on Wang Zixu's chest and said, "It's a good write-up! Have you written anything else?"
Wang Zixu said: "I have written quite a lot, but only submitted a few articles. And none of them have been accepted."
Ning Chunyan said: "Submit one more time, why not submit it after I have written it?"
Wang Zixu said: "I only submit the best ones to magazines. If they are not good, delete them, and there is no need to keep the manuscript. There is no manuscript for this article. "
Ning Chunyan said: "You are a bit perfectionist. What literary magazines have you applied to before?"
Wang Zixu said: ""Acquisition", "September" and "Xihe Literature and Art". "
"Pfft..."
She understood why when she met Wang Zixu for the first time, she felt that he was unappreciated for his talent and was born at the wrong time.
Ning Chunyan explained patiently: "Get and September are the top literary magazines. As a fledgling newcomer, it will definitely be difficult for you to submit to them. You can change your submission and submit again."
Wang Zixu shook his head: " Every article I write is perfect with me. If you ask me to change it, let me write it again. "
Ning Chunyan covered his forehead: "That's why you have been unable to submit."
Wang Zixu was noncommittal.
He doesn’t know how the review editor operates his thinking, but every novel he writes with great care (not including Wen Ai’s script) is a work created by draining his own soul. No one knows how much he paid to write those works.
If those works are not recognized, it means that his soul is not recognized. If his hairstyle is ridiculed, he can find another barber; if his clothes are criticized, he can return them and buy a new one. If his soul is not recognized, he can do nothing. Because the soul cannot be changed.
A soul that is not liked can only wait. Wait for someone who can appreciate it.
Chen Qiaosheng came over, holding a handwritten notepad:
"I found it. Your novel has been scheduled for next month's issue."
Wang Zixu took his notepad and stared at his name on it, feeling a little confused.
Ning Chunyan raised his voice: "This article is so well written, why does the queue take so long?"
Chen Qiaosheng said: "Of course there are special circumstances. Look, in our magazine, the novel section, every issue There is only space for three to four articles, and everyone is a short story with several thousand words. Only his article is 30,000 words long, which is almost the length of a novella. It is difficult to type. " Ning Chunyan said: "Then just add a few pages. "
Chen Qiaosheng said in embarrassment: "Our budget is only so large. It will be troublesome to add a few pages."
Lin Feng said: "You still haven't explained why he waited in line for so long."
Chen Qiaosheng said: "Hey, you want to go to the front and tell me earlier! You guys I don’t know how difficult this job is. Everyone comes to say hello, just like playing poker. In the end, we all become the kings of the competition. It’s difficult for us to do it!”
Chen Qiaosheng frowned: "Yeah, it's difficult for everyone these days, but I promise, since you are here, without saying a word, this position will be determined for you, and no one can move you."
Ning Chunyan frowned and stared at him. She doesn't like this person very much. No respect for literature at all.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Chen Qiaosheng looked up at Wang Zixu: "What?"
"I can get the manuscript, why didn't you tell me?" Wang Zixu raised his head from the notepad, "You should have told me!"
Chen Qiaosheng was a little at a loss: "If you don't reject the manuscript, doesn't it mean it's accepted? This has been the practice for many years."
Wang Zixu said: "But it would be great if you told me."
Chen Qiaosheng picked up the teacup and glared at Wang Zixu. He thought there might be something wrong with this person.
What he didn’t know was that the unfinished draft of “Xihe Literature and Art” was the last bullet that penetrated Wang Zixu’s psychological defense. It was only natural that he had not published articles in "Acquisition" and "September", and he would continue to work hard. It was only because he had not published articles in "Xihe Literature and Art" that he completely broke his defense.
It can be said that just because of a few small willfulness of power, Wang Zixu's life was changed. If someone had told him at that time, "Actually, you have written a manuscript for "Xihe Literature", he would not have gone to write a literary script, nor would he have become the Little Prince.
Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Wang, forget it. The past is over. Today is actually an event that everyone is happy about. Let's go have a late-night snack."
Wang Zixu swallowed the lump in his throat, sniffed, and returned the notepad to Chen Qiaosheng.
"Ning, talented girl! So you are here!"
A frivolous voice came from the door. Wang Zixu looked up and saw Shen Qingfeng.
Shen Qingfeng walked in, glanced at Wang Zixu, and said with a smile: "Isn't this Lin Feng and Brother Cai Ming? Why, Vice President Lin, you want to bring Brother Cai Ming to the Literary Association to apply for a name and show off your literary skills, right?"