"Visitors are rare. Teacher Jiang can come and make the humble house shine."
Jiang Yulou's arrival was warmly welcomed by Jian Xing.
His reputation has greatly increased now. It's hard to say in Yangping County, but no one in Shanghe Village doesn't know about Jiang Yulou.
Jiang Yulou smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Jian said that I am too embarrassed to see anyone. Didn't we agree that you can just call me Yulou?"
Jian Xing praised: "I also attended the lectures a few days ago. Yulou, you gave a great lecture."
"You have to show your ugliness, you have to show your ugliness."
Jian Xing said enviously: "Yulou is quite famous among the educated youth circles. I don't know how many people in Yangping County are asking about you."
"Huh? I have nothing to ask about. I'm just an ordinary student."
“Ordinary students cannot publish literary works.”
"hey-hey."
Jiang Yulou scratched his head in embarrassment.
Jian Xing asked, "We'll talk about this later. What's the matter with Yulou's visit today?"
"It really does." He took out the manuscript of the novel written by Tang Yuewen and handed it to Jian Xing.
Jian Xing thought it was a novel written by Jiang Yulou, and immediately read it carefully. After reading it, everyone praised it: "I didn't expect you, Yulou, to understand women's thoughts, and vividly wrote about the desire for love of a female educated youth after returning to the city."
Jiang Yulou said with a smile: "Brother Jian misunderstood. This was not written by me, but by a female classmate with whom I have a good relationship."
Jian Xing looked at him in surprise, and after a while he sighed: "I didn't expect that Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon was in Yangping County High School. First, you came out of Yulou, and now there is going to be a female writer."
Then, he tapped the manuscript with his finger and said in deep thought: "I may understand that Yulou is worried that your classmate's works do not conform to the style of "Contemporary"."
Jiang Yulou nodded.
Jian Xing pulled out a piece of paper with dense writing on it from the table, "This is the submission address for literary magazines that I have collected recently. There is "Harvest", and "October" was established last year, which was also just launched this year. "Flower City", as well as our Shaanxi "Yan'an Literature" and "Yanhe Literature"..."
"Harvest" is an old-school literary magazine founded by Ba Jin. It has long occupied the top spot in China's pure literature. Even in the past when few people paid attention to paper publications, each issue still sold more than 100,000; plus the following " "October", "Contemporary" and "Flower City" are known as the four major pure literature magazines in China.
The province's "Yanhe Literature" was founded in 1956, and it is also well-known among local literary magazines. In this era, the monthly sales can exceed 100,000, and almost all literature lovers in the province want to be published in it. article.
"Yan'an Literature" is also a magazine just established this year, but the works published are slightly different from "Yanhe".
"Yanhe Literature" is a purely literary publication that combines poetry, prose, essays, and short novels.
"Yan'an Literature" publishes more novels and essays.
If in later generations, there is not much difference between the two, but in this era, "Yanhe" is more literary and more popular among literature lovers in this province.
"Brother Jian, do you have any good suggestions?"
"My suggestion is to apply for "Yanhe". My teacher is the editor-in-chief of "Yanhe". As long as the work is good, your friend will definitely not be treated badly in terms of remuneration. Even if it does not pass the review, it can save a lot of time."
Jiang Yulou said gratefully: "Then I'll trouble Brother Jian."
After solving the problem of Tang Yuewen's submission, he finally settled a matter in his mind.
"If this happens, I would also like to thank you. Thank you for recommending your classmates to submit articles to my teacher's magazine." Jian Xing laughed.
The two chatted about literary creation for a while, and Jian Xing suddenly became nervous.
"Brother Jian, just tell me what you have to say. With our relationship, can I not help you if you have something?" Jiang Yulou said.
Jian Xing gritted his teeth and said, "It's not a big deal. It's just that we, a group of educated youths who like literature, are going to hold an event this week to exchange literary creations. Everyone agreed with the lecture last time, so I thought I'd invite you. You go over."
He felt that Jiang Yulou was not the kind of person who liked to be in the spotlight, and most writers didn't like such activities either. It's just that a good friend begged him, and he couldn't refuse, so he had to give it a try.
"This is a good thing. I am very happy to meet and exchange literary creations with the educated youth comrades in our county."
Jiang Yulou thought what was going on, but he didn't expect that he was going to participate in an exchange activity, so he immediately agreed.
Jian Xing held his hand excitedly, "Thank you, Yulou!"
After thanking him, he was unequivocal and wrote a letter of recommendation to Jiang Yulou in front of Jiang Yulou.
The next day.
Jiang Yulou took Tang Yuewen and mailed the envelope containing the manuscript and the letter of recommendation together.
It's just that the recipients are different. The manuscript was mailed to "Yanhe", while the recommendation letter was mailed to Jian Xing's teacher.
Seeing the novel she wrote being mailed with her own eyes, Tang Yuewen cried with joy, "Thank you, Yulou!"
"Silly girl, why are you thanking me? Didn't you write the novel yourself?" Jiang Yulou soothed softly.
Tang Yuewen knew that the boy was encouraging her. Without his guidance, the first work would not have been so smooth. Not to mention, there is still a chance for the work to be published.
Thanks to the boy in front of me!
When she got home, the girl told her mother about the submission.
"Snapped."
The bowl in Tang's mother's hand broke.
"mom!"
Tang Yuewen was startled by her mother.
"Wenwen, what did you just say?" Tang's mother asked stammering.
Tang Yuewen replied: "I said, I wrote a short story and submitted it to "Yanhe"."
"Are you lying to mom?"
"it is true."
Tang Yuewen told her mother the whole story.
"It's that child's credit." Tang's mother understood.
Mother Tang often heard her daughter mention the news about Jiang Yulou.
In the mouth of his daughter, he has countless advantages.
Originally, Tang's mother thought that her daughter was in the eye of the beholder, but she didn't expect that not long after, she heard that Jiang Yulou's novel was going to be published in a literary magazine.
This time, she really believed it.
Tang Yuewen pouted, "Everything is his credit. I am the one who wrote it."
My mother really gave all the credit to him. Didn’t I work hard?
"Okay, okay, you worked hard." After coaxing her for a few words, Tang's mother said, "Then have you thanked the boy?"
"Yes... yes..." Tang Yuewen suddenly became nervous.
Tang's mother suggested, "How about you invite this boy to your house for a casual meal?"
Tang Yuewen was about to agree, but when she thought about the situation at home, her eager expression turned dim, "Let's talk about it later."
Seeing her daughter's expression, Tang's mother also sighed.
