Meng Weizai generally doesn't ask much about writers' explosive inspiration. Many writers rely on inspiration to create, and he does the same.
but……
Jiang Yulou is different.
He, Meng Weizai, has been in the literary world for so long, but he has never seen a writer as outrageous as Jiang Yulou. It has only been two years since his debut, but he has already written a short story, two novels, a collection of poems in between, and recently a drama script.
As a result, he now tells himself that he has written a new work.
Ahem, although he wanted to complain in his heart, he knew he couldn't. Now Jiang Yulou was a writer that their magazine relied on very much.
After another long silence, Jiang Yulou asked, "Editor Meng, are you there?"
"Ahem, yes. Yulou, why don't you bring the manuscript to our magazine today and I'll take a look at it for you."
"That's it, then I'll trouble Editor Meng."
"Hahaha, blah, blah, blah, we are editors, don't we just serve you writers."
After the friendly exchange ended, Jiang Yulou hung up the phone.
"Director Ji..."
Just as he was about to express his gratitude, he was interrupted by Ji Zhenghuai, "Next time you want to borrow a phone, remember to pay enough."
Sliding away, the old man seems to be angry...
Looking at Jiang Yulou's back, Ji Zhenghuai let out a long sigh. If his student continues to develop step by step like this, he might become a truly great writer while still in school.
Maybe he, Lao Ji, will call his student teacher when the time comes...
What is this?
After agreeing on a time, Jiang Yulou went back to his dormitory, picked up the manuscript, and went to a store to eat to fill his stomach.
Before we knew it, it was already May, the sunshine in Yanjing had become warm, and the weather had become very warm. Summer is waving to you like a passionate girl.
"It's already the season where you can wear short sleeves."
Looking around, among the pedestrians on the street, there are already many more people wearing short sleeves than long sleeves.
Although black, white and gray are still the main colors of clothes, other colorful clothes are increasingly attracting people's attention. Even conservative people have to lament that times have changed.
Also in this season, you can see the city full of green, lush trees and colorful flowers.
The dark green leaves of the Sophora japonica on the street have lost their childish color and face the increasingly strong sunlight as if they have grown up, leaving small shadows behind to form a cool path on the sidewalk.
This is a common street tree in Yanjing. This tree has a tall body and dense shade, adding a sense of coolness to the streets of Yanjing in the hot summer. In spring, the branches of Sophora japonica will bloom with light yellow flowers, and the flowers are fragrant, adding a freshness to the streets of Yanjing.
Red rose flowers dot the streets and green belts. Along the way, there are always girls in twos and threes gathering together to admire the beautiful rose flowers. The girls are looking at the flowers, and their sweet laughter will also attract passers-by to stop.
What a beautiful season, what a beautiful picture, until the appointed time was getting closer and closer, Jiang Yulou reluctantly looked away.
However, he made up his mind to go out with Tang Yuewen during the summer vacation. He must not let down this beautiful time.
…
Although it is not his first time to come to the Contemporary Editorial Department, every time he steps into this old building full of history, he will be shocked by its rich heritage.
Every brick and wood in front of him seemed to be able to speak, and he was listening to the echoes of time. He knew how much change and era this building had witnessed, and what an honor it was for him to be able to stand here.
"Creak."
"Hey, it's Teacher Jiang, you're here!"
As the door of the editorial office opened, a surprising voice appeared in his ears.
Jiang Yulou looked for fame and saw a young female editor, "It's Editor Xia. Long time no see. How are you lately?"
"Teacher Jiang also knows that editing work is very busy, but it is very fulfilling." After chatting for a few words, Editor Xia saw the manuscript in his hand, "What do you want to do in the editorial department today?"
"Oh, I made an appointment with Editor Meng. I have new works to bring to him."
Jiang Yulou calmly stated the purpose of coming here, but Editor Xia was very surprised and couldn't help complaining: "Does Teacher Jiang have any new works? If word of your writing speed spreads, I don't know how many writers will feel ashamed."
In this era, due to communication and transportation reasons, it has become exponentially more difficult for writers to submit manuscripts, and editors are often troubled by this. If every writer was as efficient as Mr. Jiang, we editors would save a lot of trouble.
"Ah, I am a newcomer, and my writing skills are not as good as those of famous writers. The only thing worthy of praise is my writing speed."
"Teacher Jiang is so humble. I believe that if your new work is published in our contemporary era, it will definitely set a new sales record."
"Haha, if Editor Xia continues to boast, I will take it seriously."
"Hehe, what I said is true."
Jiang Yulou followed Editor Xia to the office that he had visited many times, but Meng Weizai was not there.
"Teacher Jiang, wait a moment. Editor Meng will be back soon."
"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."
Jiang Yulou sat politely on the sofa and waited quietly for Meng Weizai to come back.
Editor Xia called a colleague to help call Meng Weizai, while she hurriedly served Jiang Yulou tea and water.
"Editor Xia, just go and do your own business and don't worry about me."
"Oh, you're too kind. It's our editor's job to serve tea to visiting writers."
Jiang Yulou couldn't resist, so he had to continue sitting on the sofa and wait.
"Teacher Jiang, please have tea." The door of the conference room opened, and Editor Xia walked in with a pot of tea on a tray, and poured Jiang Yulou a cup of tea. "Editor Meng will be here soon."
Although he felt that there was something wrong with Editor Xia's eyes, Jiang Yulou politely said thank you.
Eh? Why did she sit down next to him? Shouldn't we go out now?
"Teacher Jiang, I heard that you are from Shaanxi?"
"Well, my hometown is Shanghe Village, Shaanxi Province."
"There have been many Shaanxi writers submitting articles to our magazine recently, and they are all excellent."
"Oh, is it so?"
"Really, especially a writer named Lu Yao. The works he submitted have been unanimously praised by our editorial department. Although some parts need to be changed, publication is already a certainty."
"Is it Brother Lu?"
"Eh? Does Teacher Jiang know Writer Lu?"
While Meng Weizai didn't come back, the two slowly started chatting.
The good atmosphere was maintained until Meng Weizai opened the door and walked in. After Editor Meng came in, Editor Xia also poured him tea and then went out.
