Regardless of whether Jiang Yulou did it intentionally or unintentionally, in Tang Yuewen's heart, it was a hint.
The female protagonist in the novel is named Wenwen, so isn’t the male protagonist him?
In the story, the heroine of the novel goes from wariness, distrust, to trust, to lovesickness towards the hero. Isn’t it the same as her current mood?
After the protagonist of the novel met the person he liked, he did not actively pursue him, but just waited passively. As a result, nothing seemed to come. Is this also a hint that he should be more proactive?
Tang Yuewen felt happy and melancholy at the same time. She was happy because he had herself in her heart, but she was sad because she didn't know what to do.
After Jiang Yulou finished telling the summary of the story, he saw the girl in a daze. Although the dazed look is very cute, now is not the time to be in a daze. You should still write the novel first and not delay the competition held in the provincial capital.
"Yue Wen, are you listening carefully?" Jiang Yulou couldn't help but hit her head with his hand.
"Ah!" After Tang Yuewen was knocked on the head by him, she woke up from her spiritual world: "I'm listening, I heard it all."
She rubbed her head, feeling a little aggrieved, but also a little ashamed.
It was clear that Jiang Yulou was seriously explaining how to write for her and gave her inspiration, but she was thinking about what was there and what was not.
It’s really inappropriate.
She secretly said in her heart: "Tang Yuewen, we can't wait to come any time now. It's rare for Jiang Yulou to take time alone for you to tutor you in writing, shouldn't you cheer up? Even...even if you have ideas in your heart, We should wait until the novel is finished and we can go to the provincial capital with him to participate in the competition after being selected!"
Thinking of this, Tang Yuewen finally cheered up and discussed with Jiang Yulou how to describe a female educated youth who returned to the city with fantasies about love.
Jiang Yulou also told her his views on such novels without reservation.
He has said everything that needs to be said. If she still can't write it out, it means she doesn't have the talent, so there's no need to force herself to do things she's not good at.
The next day, after the first class, Jiang Yulou and Tang Yuewen studied literature again.
When the two were chatting happily, the head teacher, Teacher Gao, found him.
Teacher Gao is an old man in his fifties, wearing glasses and serious. But today, he seemed to have changed.
Teacher Gao came over and asked kindly: "Classmate Jiang Yulou, I heard that you are writing a novel?"
"That's right." After responding, Jiang Yulou asked doubtfully: "Teacher Gao, how do you know?"
Teacher Gao said humorously: "It has almost spread throughout the class, and I, the class teacher, am afraid I will be the last to know."
He continued: "My classmates who have read it spoke highly of the novel you wrote."
"Haha, I just wrote it for fun." Jiang Yulou scratched his head.
"Still humble, "Contemporary" has replied to your letter." Teacher Gao took out an envelope, looked at him with admiration and said: "I was still thinking of helping you contact the publication of the novel, but you have already submitted it. "
"You replied so quickly?" Tang Yuewen previously thought that "Contemporary" was slow in efficiency, but now she felt that it was too fast. Her heartbeat began to accelerate, "Teacher Gao, are you selected?"
"I don't know yet, it could be..." Teacher Gao couldn't say the word rejection, so he waved the envelope again, "You can only know if you open the letter."
He also hopes that this article will be published in "Contemporary".
Not only because Jiang Yulou was his student, but his students' works were published in literary magazines, which made him look good.
More importantly, he regarded the publication of Jiang Yulou's novel as a medium to promote Shaanxi and Yangping County.
Teacher Gao patted him on the shoulder and stuffed the envelope over, "Classmate Jiang, take a look quickly."
Tang Yuewen also looked at it expectantly. Jiang Yulou didn't keep them waiting for too long. He took the envelope, tore it open, took out the letter paper in the middle, opened it and read it carefully.
Teacher Ga asked expectantly: "How is it? What does the letter say?"
He felt in his heart that this letter should not be a rejection letter.
Because whether it is rejecting the manuscript or requesting changes, the editor will send the writer's manuscript back with a letter.
At this time, the manuscripts are all handwritten, and copying them is a very labor-intensive task. Unlike the electronic manuscripts in the future, the editorial department will also be very considerate in sending the manuscripts back, whether for revision or submission to other magazines. It will be much more convenient.
Although Tang Yuewen didn't ask, her eyes and trembling hands betrayed her.
She stared at the letter tightly, as if her eyes could see through the letter and see the content on it.
"Passed! The editor's reply said that my manuscript has been approved and will be published in the first issue of the magazine!" Jiang Yulou said with a joyful smile on his face.
Fortunately, the bragging made him come around, otherwise it would have damaged his image in front of the girl.
"Really? Show me quickly!" Teacher Gao quickly came over and looked at it with Tang Yuewen. They saw that on the letter, just as Jiang Yulou said, it was a notice of acceptance of the manuscript.
"Classmate Jiang, congratulations. I didn't expect that our class would have a writer, and his work would be published in a literary magazine." Teacher Gao said with emotion.
He once had a dream of being a writer, wrote some works, and submitted them to many magazines. Let alone literary magazines, it has not even been published in newspapers.
Tang Yuewen's eyes filled with tears and she said excitedly: "Yulou, your efforts have finally paid off."
His life is simply too difficult, and to achieve such an achievement is simply beyond imagination.
Jiang Yulou thanked: "It's all teachers who teach me well."
"You, you!" Teacher Gao shook his head in confusion: "You don't need to flatter me."
Jiang Yulou just smiled honestly.
The three of them spoke loudly and did not avoid the classmates in the class. Now, the whole class knew that Jiang Yulou's novel was going to be published in a magazine.
This is a big deal. Not to mention the school, there may not be anyone as awesome as him in the entire Pingyang County. He wrote a novel for the first time and submitted it to a literary magazine for the first time.
"Yulou Niu!"
"嘹咂咂!"
"Louzi cowhide!"
Teacher Gao was equally excited.
This is not only a happy event for Jiang Yulou, but also a great thing worth celebrating for Yangping County High School and even the entire Shaanxi academic community.
An 18-year-old student in Shaanxi can publish his work in a literary magazine, which just proves that Shaanxi has a large number of folk talents.
This matter must be publicized, but it must wait until the magazine officially publishes it. This matter is too important to be careless.
Although we can't publicize it now, we must notify those who need to be notified to avoid being in a hurry.
The school did this, but it did not affect Jiang Yulou's mood at this time at all.
Because he saw something else inside the envelope.
