Chapter 207 Works will find their own readers
Later, according to Ning Chunyan, her days without Wang Zixu were like years. Five years later, Wang Zixu came to the door of Xinshang Magazine and found that the magazine had a completely new look.
In other words, a new look.
When Wang Zixu came in, he left his footprints on a piece of paper. When he picked it up, he found it was a fan letter addressed to the little prince. The content on it was so unsightly that even his old face couldn't help but blush.
Magazines respect the way they handle fan letters. Even if they are shocking, they will be shelved. There is certainly a reason why this fan letter ended up here, and it is not a special treatment.
Wang Zixu looked around. Except for the ground, all the empty spaces where manuscripts could be stacked were filled with white manuscripts. It was a spectacular sight, using its size to silently complain about the oversaturation of workload.
In this environment, it is understandable that some manuscripts that were too late to be sorted were lost among the people.
The prince folded the letter and went inside.
In addition to the ubiquitous manuscripts, he also sensed a pure resentment of social animals, overwhelming like a mountain, approaching right in front of him.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" Wang Zixu looked at Lu Qingxuan's face and asked, "Did you get beaten?"
Lu Qingxuan stared at him with swollen eyes: "Yes, he was beaten, he was beaten The rubbish manuscript jumped up and was typed. "
The bags under Lu Qingxuan's eyes are like two small curved ditches. The eyeballs are bloodshot and the skin is dry and rough. It is obvious that he stayed up too late, which made his beauty look pale.
"The manuscript will hit people? What kind of manuscript, I will help you return it."
Lu Qingxuan was not in the mood to talk nonsense to the prince, and left with a cold face. Looking at her back, she seemed to be unhappy about the prince's false leave for many days.
Diao Yiwen came over with a stack of manuscripts in her arms and started to scold:
"Wang Zixu, what have you been doing these days? Do you know how busy we are these days? Can you be more reliable? "
"So I'm here."
Wang Zixu perfunctoryly looked for Ning Chunyan, and finally found her figure behind a pile of paper.
Her beauty is not much better than Lu Qingxuan’s beauty. With disheveled hair and a pair of glasses on her thin and straight nose, she looked like a mad female scientist. He just kept cursing.
“I can’t stand it anymore, what magazine should I start? I won’t do it anymore! Close down! Run away! Run away!”
Wang Zixu walked over and said, "If you go bankrupt, please pay me your salary first."
Ning Chunyan looked up and saw him, as if she had seen a savior, but in the blink of an eye, her face turned cold again, and she waved at him sadly, as if to ward off flies:
"I was counting on you to come two days ago, but now you are Come on, it’s just a drop in the bucket. ”
“The situation has reached this point?”
“What do you think?”
“Even if there are more manuscripts, it’s only one issue, why are you so busy?”
Ning Chunyan stretched out two slender fingers: "We have prepared two sets of plans. If the manuscript of the little prince can come, we will choose one set of drafts; if not, we will choose another set."
"Why?"
"Humanity is so sophisticated! You don't know that there are How many authors want to be published in the same issue as the little prince?"
The prince smiled faintly: "Isn't this like you?"
Ning Chunyan knew that he was imitating her words and rolled his eyes at him:
"If they are really popular, it would be easy to handle. The key point is that there are quite a few well-written articles. If you publish them together with the Little Prince's, you can save an amazing issue of "New Awards"."
Wang Zixu turned his eyes and looked around, pretending to ask casually: "Have you submitted the Little Prince's manuscript?"
Ning Chun Yan shook his head: "I haven't read it today. There are so many manuscripts on hand. The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. If you don't want to be disappointed, make yourself stronger...Forget it, I'll take a look." After a while, a strange cry came from behind the stack of manuscripts:
"Oh my God! The manuscript of the Little Prince has been sent!"
The prince retired with his work accomplished. Shi Shiran went to his seat, pushed aside the manuscripts piled on his chair, sat down and made himself a cup of tea.
Lu Qingxuan and Diao Yiwen hurried past him and came to Ning Chunyan's side. They were all talking and became a mess.
“Print it out, print it out, take a look...”
“Stop printing it, just click on it on the computer to read it, I can’t wait...”
"What I mean is to open it first, then print..."
"Print 3 copies!"
Lu Qingxuan turned to look at Wang Zixu: "Why don't you come over and take a look?"
Wang Zixu drank tea: "I will read it after you finish reading it later."
"This is the original manuscript of the little prince, you don't want to read it right away?"
“The manuscript won’t get lost and run away. It’s the same whether you read it in the morning or in the evening.”
Lu Qingxuan waved her hand and ignored him, turning back to look at the little prince’s manuscript.
The title of the manuscript reads: "Celebrate the New Year".
…
When a person dies, he or she will leave an inheritance. I am my mother’s legacy.
No one told me how to become a good legacy, just like no one told me to wait until 3 days to say goodbye to the body. Before this there is a process called wake-up.
On the second night, I climbed over the wall of the funeral home and fell into a ditch. Later I realized that it was not a ditch, but a Feng Shui pond.
Fengshui Pond divides Yin and Yang, suppresses evil spirits, stabilizes the universe and ensures peace. Chen Hanbing told me that fortunately it was Yangtan that I fell into, and there was no water in it. If I fell into the pool of darkness, I would drown. This is the role of Feng Shui Pond.
Chen Hanbing also told me that most people would not run around the funeral parlor during the wake, let alone run to the cemetery entrance to pick up unlit firecrackers and play with them. If anyone came out to see it, they would be scared to death.
I think Chen Hanbing is a woman who likes to nag and is a bit devilish. My reasons are as follows:
First of all, there is no water in Yangtan. This is not because Fengshuitan has protected me. If it really wants to protect me, it should not be there.
Secondly, the reason why she scolded me for picking up firecrackers and playing with them was entirely because I picked up the firecrackers she wanted to pick up. If she could do it, she wouldn't say such nonsense.
Sure enough, after I gave her the firecrackers, the two of us had a lot of fun. The old man guarding the tomb came out at night wearing a military coat and was frightened half to death by our two children.
That was the first time I met Chen Hanbing. The second time I met her was at my dad's wedding.
…
…
After reading the manuscript, Ning Chunyan took a deep breath as if rising from the water, then met the eyes of Lu Qingxuan and Diao Yiwen, and was pleased to find that the other party was as excited as himself.
“How is it?”
“In one word: God.”
In addition to “God”, it is difficult for Ning Chunyan to use other words to describe this manuscript.
“I haven’t seen such an interesting story in a long time,” Lu Qingxuan wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye with her fingertips, “There are many twists and turns, it’s reasonable, and it’s not a clichéd story at all.”
"No wonder the little prince is so confident about this story. Before he sent this manuscript, I couldn't figure out how to make it as he said, fragmented and combined into a complete story."
Diao Yiwen said: "I thought the little prince would continue to strengthen his romantic character and fill the novel with many gorgeous sentences or romantic history, but the result was completely No. "
Ning Chunyan glared at her: "Your understanding of the little prince is very superficial. The little prince is very serious about the novel. You can compare it with the person next to him."
Everyone looked at Wang Zixu, who was still reading the manuscript with his legs crossed and he was not as confident as usual.
People say that the most confident time for a cosplayer is when his face is put on makeup. Even if he is usually invisible to everyone, he can still look like a queen when wearing C clothes.
For a writer, there is nothing more satisfying than being praised by mouth after writing a work. If so, it means that the people who praise you do not know that you wrote it.
Wang Zixu experienced the joy of cosplay at this moment, and this was the most confident moment in his life. He just wants more rainbow farts.
These five days were not wasted. The hard work and sweat that Bulkhead put in in that small rental house was not in vain.
Ning Chunyan said: "Hey! We've finished reading. Come and take a look too. It's really well written."
Wang Zixu lowered his head to review the manuscript: "Wait until I finish reading this manuscript."
"No, don't review it. Didn't you waste enough time by asking for leave a few days ago? Come here and learn from others. "The prince's writing skills."
"How are the little prince's writing skills?"
Before the prince could answer, the last sentence was said by Xiao Mengyin. Everyone looked up at the door.
Xiao Mengyin was dressed like a vampire in jet-black costumes in a cosplay. He stood at the door, bent down and straightened the complicated and gorgeous skirt, then lowered his head and walked in slowly.
“The little prince’s manuscript was handed over so quickly? He writes so fast.”
Ning Chunyan wrinkled his nose.
“What are you doing here?”
“Nothing to do, just strolling around.”
Ning Chunyan knew with his toes that this was a lie.
Xiao Mengyin is very purposeful in doing things and will never "just hang out". If you meet her at the entrance of the supermarket, it means that there must be a special price, and it is unprecedentedly powerful.
Sure enough, Xiao Mengyin immediately stared at Ning Chunyan’s laptop and came over to it without making a move.
“Let me see what you wrote.”
There is no mistake in every song, every post, every content, read them one by one!
Ning Chunyan came up to her and stopped her with a pick and roll.
“We are during working hours now. We need to visit each other, please wait.”
Xiao Mengyin’s eyes rolled: “Has my manuscript been reviewed? No comments?”
"What comments can you make?"
"Let me see the little prince's manuscript."
"The little prince's manuscript is a commercial secret, and who told you that he sent it?"
"I just heard you talking about the manuscript of The Little Prince."
Ning Chunyan finally got angry: "Are you a dog? Your nose is so good! Did you come over just after the manuscript arrived and smelled it?"
Xiao Mengyin shamelessly said: "I really am a dog. Show me."
"I can't see, it's a trade secret!"
Ning Chunyan and Xiao Mengyin then started a 20-minute tug-and-war. If it had been before, she would have driven them away directly, but Xiao Mengyin's status is different now.
Last time the prince made a false appointment with her manuscript, the quality was quite high and the style was consistent. It was almost booked as one of the two top names in the next issue of "New Awards", and the other top one was the new work of the little prince.
Now that the little prince’s new work is in place, the double-headed card can no longer be formed, it can only be a standout. Xiao Mengyin’s article is not bad, it can be regarded as accompanying a little green flower.
No matter what, Xiao Mengyin is different now, so you need to be more polite to her. Diao Yiwen and Lu Qingxuan were even less able to say anything and did not dare to offend the Bodhisattva. Only Ning Chunyan tried to push her away.
As a result, Xiao Mengyin finally failed to succeed despite all the hard work, so he ran to Wang Zixu.
"Forget it, I won't look for you anymore. Let me come and see my editor."
Ning Chunyan raised his head and asked: "Who is your editor?"
Xiao Mengyin put his arm on Wang On Zixu's shoulder: "It was Editor Wang who invited me to write my manuscript. Of course he is my editor, otherwise?"
Ning Chunyan glared at her from behind the pile of paper that looked like a machine gun array. The glasses on his face were reflecting the cold light, and his teeth were itching, but there was nothing he could do to her.
Xiao Mengyin threw a roll of newspaper on Wang Zixu's table and said: "Look, the first batch of reviews for your "Fire in the Stone" has come out. It's just as I expected."
Wang Zixu picked up the newspaper, and there was a very scary title written on the front of the page:
"Is the "Masterpiece" "Fire in the Stone" really the Chinese version of "One Hundred Years of Solitude"?"
Wang Zixu glanced at Xiao Mengyin, and Xiao Mengyin raised his eyebrows, indicating that he should continue reading.
Wang Zixu read while reading:
"...Recently, a friend recommended me to read a 'masterpiece' called "Fire in the Stone", which was praised by everyone in the small circle.
"I have always kept a respectful distance from such 'masterpieces' written by small circles.
“Because this kind of works generally retain a certain aspect of childishness, but also have a group of extremely fighting fans who are untouchable and dare not have opinions. It’s boring to watch.
"But my friends highly praised it and said that it was the Chinese version of "One Hundred Years of Solitude". Because of this spirit, I should go and see it. So for three days, I flipped through it and read the published parts. I made an evaluation in my heart, and I couldn't express my displeasure.
"This is a work whose ideas cannot support its ambition.
“The work "One Hundred Years of Solitude" has been the inspiration for countless writers in China. Many of our authors have feelings for this work. Over the past few decades, many people have imitated or paid tribute.
"This author Wang Zixu is even bolder. What he wants to do is not to imitate or pay tribute, but to challenge. He wanted to challenge "One Hundred Years of Solitude".
“My evaluation is that the courage is commendable. However, the strength is insufficient.
"China's century-old history is certainly colorful, but history cannot replace a person's depth. And this author obviously does not have this depth.
"He mistakenly regarded his ambition and China's history as part of his strength, so he had the misunderstanding that he could challenge "One Hundred Years of Solitude", thus creating such a work, but the result was neither fish nor fowl.
“I checked the author Wang Zixu, and sure enough, before this work, he had not published anything worth mentioning. There are many writers who want to suppress a masterpiece and become an instant hit, but I suggest not to learn...”
Wang Zixu put down the newspaper. So much for today's good mood.
"You know that's not what he said."
Xiao Mengyin crossed his arms and said: "Yes, I know."
Wang Zixu said: "He has too many misunderstandings and deep understandings. I don't know...I don't know where to start. Speaking of which, I can’t even find a way to refute it.”
The smile on Xiao Mengyin’s face became even more sarcastic: “Do you really think it’s a ‘misunderstanding’?”
Wang Zixu was surprised: “Huh?”
Xiao Mengyin patted him on the shoulder and said: "Why do you give people the feeling of being inexperienced? Let me tell you, the first thing to do when writing is to stop internal friction. It is not that others judge you and you feel unhappy, and you have to refute every sentence. Not every sentence requires self-reflection.
"When others scold you, you scold them back. When others make you unhappy, you use every means to make the other person unhappy. Do you think people really care about your work? No, the only one who cares about your work is you. "
"Xiao Mengyin's words are quite reasonable. You should listen to it. ”
Ning Chunyan continued, she had already come closer at some point. Others also gathered around.
Wang Zixu blinked and looked at the bottom of the title casually: "The author is Wang Zhongxing. He is still from the same family."
Ning Chunyan said: "Oh, I know this person. He and Shi Tonghe are in the same association. Senior brothers."
Xiao Mengyin said: "Senior brothers, maybe more like master and apprentice."
After saying that, she looked at Wang Zixu again: "Do you understand?"
"I understand."
Wang Zixu rubbed his chin. Even knowing this, it was difficult for him to feel better.
This was his first exposure to the competition between writers. He knew from the first contact that he didn't like this.
What he hates is not being criticized unilaterally or being used to suppress others. What he hates is that he sees more and darker things in this article: sinister, slimy, and wilted. These are even more disgusting.
Xiao Mengyin asked: "I asked you before, and I ask you now, what do you think now?"
Wang Zixu said: "This is just a critic's opinion Well, not many people will see this piece of tofu. If I respond to it, I might be in trouble."
"Yes." Xiao Mengyin showed a teachable expression.
“So, I can only do nothing now.” Wang Zixu said, “I don’t need to do anything.”
Xiao Mengyin asked: "What about the reputation of your work? You don't care about it?"
"As long as you read my book, you will naturally know that what this person said is not true. If you are influenced by him and don't read it, it can only be said to be a pity." Wang Zixu said, "But a work will always find its own readers."
"You are quite magnanimous." Xiao Mengyin said.
Diao Yiwen suddenly interrupted: "But the reputation of your works among the people has also been ruined."
"Huh?"
(End of this chapter)