In the week after signing the contract, Jiang Yulou spent all the rest of his time creating new works, except attending classes.
On the morning of the weekend, I finally wrote the last sentence, and the entire novel was completed.
Looking at the thick pile of manuscript paper on the table, Jiang Yulou felt as if he was in another world, but the spiritual joy was real and very real.
"I'm so awesome."
After praising himself, Jiang Yulou wrote the two characters "Love Letter" on the cover.
Yes, his new work is that famous island movie.
In addition to Yu Min's reasons, he also had his own reasons for writing this novel.
Probably deep in everyone's heart, there is someone who cannot be forgotten.
Jiang Yulou always remembers that when he was young and frivolous in his previous life, there was such a person. They went to class together and ate together. The two of them obviously had feelings for each other, but due to various reasons, they could not get together in the end. It all seemed like an endless battle. A real dream.
Time flies, the dream wakes up, and the person is no longer there.
Although he is reborn now and has captured the sweetheart he once desperately wanted to have, in that time and space, the two were ultimately destined to have no connection.
Therefore, this novel can also be said to be a "love letter" written to the person in the previous life.
The regrets and nostalgia of the previous life slowly fade away, and people must pay attention to the present after all.
The feeling of mental fatigue still existed, so Jiang Yulou chose to go to the sink and wash his face. After washing, he felt refreshed.
Wei Guoping asked curiously: "Yulou, have you completely completed your creation?"
"Well, I'm finally done!"
Jiang Yulou looked at Wei Guoping who was lying on the edge of the bed looking down, and asked with a smile: "What, do you want to see it?"
"Forget it, I haven't had much energy lately. When your novel is published, I will buy another one to support it." Wei Guoping rejected his kindness.
Jiang Yulou stimulated him, "Don't stay in bed all day long. Always go out and exercise. Women in the new era don't like weak men."
"It's not that I don't want to exercise, it's just that I can't muster the energy." Wei Guoping lamented, "Yulou, you don't have to worry about me anymore. I will return to my original state after a while."
Now that he had said so, Jiang Yulou did not persuade him again. It seems that being clever and absent from the performance really hit him hard.
Shaking his head, Jiang Yulou saw the manuscript paper on the table again and murmured in his heart.
It would be very troublesome to lose the 200,000-word manuscript, so I'd better send it to the publishing house as soon as possible. But, who should I send this work to?
Logically speaking, it is most convenient to send it to "Contemporary", but "Love Letter" is not in line with the theme of "Contemporary".
Forget it, it’s better to call and ask.
So Jiang Yulou shamelessly went to Director Ji's office.
"Hey, Director Ji, I can lend you the phone in your office."
"You kid, you really think of me as your family. Next time I have to ask you for money." Ji Zhenghuai said angrily.
"Who are you calling this time?"
"Contemporary Editor Meng."
"Lao Meng, what, you have another work?"
"Well, it's finished."
"What, so fast?"
Jiang Yulou touched his nose and said sheepishly: "I don't have many advantages, writing is just one of them."
"Sometimes I really want to cut open your brain and see how you are different from us ordinary people." Ji Zhenghuai looked at him with complicated eyes.
Jiang Yulou smiled awkwardly and did not answer.
He walked to the phone and asked with a smile: "Director Ji, do you have Editor Meng's phone number?"
"Really, such a trivial matter has to trouble me, the dean of the department." He muttered, but he opened the phone book very quickly and found Meng Weizai's phone number.
"Thank you, Director Ji." After Jiang Yulou saw the phone number, he called him.
"Hello, this is the editorial department of Contemporary Magazine. I am the editor Meng Weizai." The tone on the other end of the phone was very calm, but Jiang Yulou could tell that it was Meng Weizai's voice.
I guess it's because of my work phone number, so it's more official.
"Hello Editor Meng, I am Jiang Yulou."
"Ah, it's Yulou. I haven't contacted you for a while. I heard that you recently wrote a drama, which even shocked people and artists?" Meng Weizai's voice suddenly became enthusiastic when he heard that it was an author who had worked with his magazine. .
Especially since Jiang Yulou's novel "The Conspiracy" has sold half a million copies, it's normal to be enthusiastic.
"Eh? Editor Meng also knows about this?"
"Well, it's also a good talking point in the literary and art circles recently. How about Yulou, are you interested in adapting the script into a novel?"
Speaking of this, Meng Weizai felt itchy in his heart. Any script that could be favored by Renyi was of good quality. Even if it is adapted into a novel, it will have good sales.
If after Jiang Yulou finishes writing, he hands it over to Contemporary Publishing, hey, maybe the sales volume of the magazine can be increased.
"Haha, let's talk about this later."
Jiang Yulou laughed, "Famous" will definitely be written as a novel and published, but not now.
After exchanging a few words with Meng Weizai, he quickly got to the point:
"Editor Meng, I called you today because I have written a new novel and I want to inquire whether it meets the publication standards of "Contemporary"."
"Oh, has Yulou actually written another work?" Meng Weizai's surprised voice on the other end of the phone rose an octave.
The authors of this era are not like the Internet writers of later generations who can write 10,000 words a day. Today's writers have very strict requirements on writing and can be said to strive for excellence. This has also led to the fact that most authors can produce one real work a year, which is considered very productive.
Editors, on the other hand, have equally strict requirements for works, and do not want to ruin their own magazine's brand by relaxing standards. After all, the 1970s and 1980s were the spring of pure literature, and there was no shortage of good works. Look at the editors of major literary magazines, who are not famous in the industry? Some of them are so famous that they can scare people to death.
However, Jiang Yulou also secretly wondered whether the cost of publishing paper books was too high.
"It's like this. I had creative inspiration some time ago. Alas, my inspiration burst out and I can't stop it. Besides, as you know, my writing speed is a little faster than ordinary writers."
Ji Zhenghuai's eyes twitched in the office. His student's speech was too irritating. Is his writing speed only a little faster than that of ordinary writers?
It's a world of difference.
If someone takes a year or two to write a work, he may finish it in a few months.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time. Just when Jiang Yulou thought there was something wrong with the signal, a dry voice came out, "Oh, so that's it."
