Seeing Ba Lao reading the manuscript patiently, Song Wen felt that his days in the guest house felt like years.
Before the result fell to the ground, a Sword of Damocles hung on his head.
Finally, after he drank the Nth cup of tea, Balao closed the manuscript.
Although it could be seen that Ba Lao looked tired, Song Wen couldn't help but ask: "Editor-in-Chief, can this work be passed?"
Balao did not answer the young editor's question, but instead led the discussion and said: "It is easy to write works with realistic themes such as "Yellow Earth", but it is difficult to have new ideas."
Song Wen felt a chill in his heart. Could it be that the editor-in-chief was not optimistic about it?
"Editor-in-Chief..."
"Don't be impatient, Xiao Song. Just listen to what I have to say first." Ba Lao said with a smile: "To put it bluntly, this story is about resisting an arranged marriage by one's parents, and finally running away from the marriage. There is nothing new in the subject matter."
Song Wen thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
He whispered unconvincedly: "But the spiritual core of the story is different."
"Yes, if you want to write about old themes differently, you have to go against tradition. Since you want to go against tradition, you must innovate." Mr. Ba glanced at Song Wen appreciatively.
"The first time I read it, I was shocked by the pictures in the novel."
"Eh?"
"The loess land, the surging Yellow River, the folk songs of northern Shaanxi, the overwhelming and surging waist drum array, blessings, and wedding ceremonies are all big scenes in the novel. These are the traditional culture of Chinese civilization, which flows in the blood of."
"In an era of ignorance and despair, formal traditional culture gave the people of northern Shaanxi an escape from ignorance and the power to cry out. But times have changed, and this once traditional force has become a stubborn and conservative force. But right now In the face of this force, there was a little girl who screamed for freedom, expressing the soul-stirring song of freedom that emerged from the barren yellow soil."
"These descriptions are a great test of the writer's writing style and control of the structure of the article, but this novel has achieved it, and it has done it very well."
After some analysis, Mr. Ba was generous in his praise.
After reading it once, he still had endless aftertaste of the content and core of the story. In fact, several metaphors in the novel also aroused his interest.
Song Wen opened his mouth wide. From the initial worry to the current shock, he felt like he was on a roller coaster.
He knew that this novel was good, but he didn't expect that Balao would rate it so highly.
You know, Balao is not just the editor-in-chief of "Harvest", he is also a banner in the Chinese literary world and an immortal monument!
If Balao's evaluation of the novel spreads, it will definitely cause a sensation in the literary world.
Song Wen asked: "Editor-in-Chief, do you think this work can be published in our Harvest?"
"Okay, but there's just a little problem." Ba Lao teased.
Song Wen was in a hurry, and his heart that had just been relieved started to rise again: "Do you think there is anything else that he needs to modify? I will write back immediately and ask him to modify it according to your requirements."
It was rare that Balao relented. He didn't want things to go wrong again.
Ba Lao said with a smile: "Although there are still some minor problems, the publication standards are enough. However, the agency has contacted me and said that the next issue's articles are already full and there is no way to publish them for the time being. It is estimated that only It can be moved to the next issue.”
"It was clearly undecided when I came." Song Wen felt a little dissatisfied.
Balao persuaded with deep meaning: "It might not be a bad thing to delay the matter for a while."
Song Wenyi thought so. He looked at Balao and said, "Editor-in-Chief, I want to tell the company this good news as soon as possible. Do you think it's okay?"
"No problem, you can go back." Balao said kindly.
After Song Wen said goodbye to Lao Ba, he got on the train that day and returned to the magical capital.
This trip to the capital has come to a successful end.
"Yellow Earth" can be published smoothly, although it will be one issue later, but he couldn't be more satisfied.
After returning to the agency, Song Wen took out Balao's letter, and the opposing editor had nothing to say.
It's just that I wasted a lot of time going around in circles.
By the time it was finalized, it was already July.
His eyes returned to Yangping County and Jiang Yulou.
"Harvest" didn't reply so late. He, Teacher Gao and Tang Yuewen were all surprised.
However, something good is going to happen this month. A few days after the college entrance examination, the first issue of "Contemporary" was finally officially released.
Many students in the class have ordered it. Although they have seen the sample issue in Jiang Yulou's hand, the official publication is slightly different from the sample issue.
The feeling of seeing a novel written by one of my classmates published in a literary magazine is beyond words.
There is excitement, pride, longing, and envy, but there is no jealousy.
Because Jiang Yulou has already told everyone with his performance that with his achievements, jealousy is useless.
Although it is the first issue, Jiang Yulou estimates that it will sell tens of thousands of copies.
That is to say, literary magazines of this era don't understand marketing. Otherwise, with Jiang Yulou as a selling point and his current popularity among literary youth, he would definitely be able to sell tens of thousands more copies.
"Loft, treat, treat!"
On the day the magazine was released, Ma Xiao found Jiang Yulou's home.
Jiang Yulou was happy and said boldly: "Okay, if you are happy today, just tell me what you want to eat."
"It must be mutton hot pot!" Ma Xiao said with bright eyes: "A new Lao Jingcheng hot pot restaurant has opened in the county. I heard that it is very popular, so we will eat this today."
Jiang Yulou said: "Okay, let's ask Tang Yuewen to come with us."
Ma Xiao was not surprised, he had known for a long time that the relationship between the two was good. They say they are friends, but in fact their relationship is as good as that of boyfriend and girlfriend.
That is to say, there is no confession.
The three met in the county town and went to a hot pot restaurant together.
There are a lot of people in the hot pot restaurant. If they come later, there will be no space.
Jiang Yulou shouted: "Boss, four pounds of mutton!"
"Too much, I can't finish it." Tang Yuewen pulled his sleeve, feeling sorry for him about the money.
Jiang Yulou said with a smile: "It's rare to go out to eat, so of course you have to eat it to your heart's content."
"The building is grand!" Ma Xiaomei said with a smile and a thumbs up.
"Okay, stop flattering me, eat, eat."
After the three of them were seated, the waiter started to put the pot on the fire and brought the meat, vegetables and condiments to the table.
The way to eat Laoyanjing Copper Hotpot is slightly different from Sichuan Sichuan Hotpot. The bottom of the pot is usually clear soup.
After burning for a while, the copper pot began to steam. Coupled with the 30-degree weather outside, the three of them were covered in sweat within a short time of sitting at the table.
But eating hot pot does not depend on the season, and eating it in summer is more enjoyable.
"Eating hot pot in summer has a special taste. It feels more comfortable after sweating!" Ma Xiao grinned and was sweating profusely while eating.
"Well, it's really good." Tang Yuewen ate the boiled mutton delicately.
She was afraid of spicy food, so she made sesame sauce for dipping.
"When we have money in the future, we can eat it every day if we want."
Jiang Yulou said with a smile, not forgetting to give Tang Yuewen some meat.
Ma Xiao curled his lips, the rancid smell of love was too strong!
