Zhu Changsheng put all his energy on the manuscript and completely integrated into the world of the novel. Lin Chaoyang called him several times before he came back to his senses.
He raised his head and looked at Lin Chaoyang, and saw that his eyes were bloodshot and full of tears, with an excited expression.
He said in a voice full of enthusiasm: "Chaoyang, you gave Van Gogh the most perfect ending."
Lin Chaoyang chuckled: "The novel is not finished yet."
"I know. But I think this is enough for Van Gogh."
When Zhu Changsheng said this, the expression on his face was full of excitement and solemnity, which fully reflected his recognition of the novel.
Zhu Changsheng read this novel all the way. He knew that what he saw today must be the climax of the novel. He felt the surging vitality bred in Lin Chaoyang's writings. He was completely addicted to the story weaved by Lin Chaoyang.
Dream trip.
In a daze, I even felt that maybe the Van Gogh in the novel was the real artist.
Although the novel has not yet been completed, Zhu Changsheng can boldly say that Lin Chaoyang once again contributed a rare novel to the Chinese literary world with his magnificent imagination and powerful writing power.
There are two dishes for dinner, one is fried shredded potatoes and the other is fried fungus with cabbage.
Fungus was brought by Lin Erchun and his wife from their hometown in Northeast China, while potatoes and cabbage are winter vegetables. At this time, they are one of the few vegetables on the tables of the people in the north.
This is not Lin Chaoyang's intention to treat his guests harshly. These days, everything requires a ticket. Although you can buy unplanned supplies if you have money, these things require people to put in the effort to get them right.
Lin Chaoyang is not a hawker who specializes in speculation. If he has time or an opportunity, he will definitely buy something for his home. If he doesn't have time or opportunity, he can only make do with it.
After Zhu Changsheng finished reading the novel, he couldn't calm down for a long time. He took Lin Chaoyang and chatted for a while before sitting down to the restaurant to eat.
After finishing his meal, he took out some food stamps from his pocket.
"Chaoyang, I've been eating at your house a lot recently, so these food stamps should be regarded as my food expenses."
Lin Chaoyang declined: "It's just a few meals, no need."
"Take it, if you don't take it, how can I have the nerve to come here in the future?"
Seeing what Zhu Changsheng said, Lin Chaoyang had no choice but to accept the food stamps and give them to Tao Yushu.
Zhu Changsheng asked again: "Looking at the progress, your novel should be finished in the next two days, right?"
"About two or three days."
"Leave the manuscript to us. I will apply to Lao Qin and give you the treatment of publishing in one issue." Zhu Changsheng said with sincerity.
Lin Chaoyang laughed and said, "You have taken a shine to our eldest daughter, and you still want to be irresponsible?"
After listening to his words, Zhu Changsheng burst into laughter. The "big girl with yellow flowers" that Lin Chaoyang said was naturally referring to his manuscript that was about to be completed.
Finally, the team came with the manuscript, and it was worth it that he followed it in the cold weather without any hindrance.
Zhu Changsheng felt happy and said: "I can guarantee that your novel will cause a sensation in the entire literary world after it is published!"
He is a senior editor of "Contemporary", and his professionalism is beyond doubt. In the past, when facing authors, he would rarely express his full praise for the work as he does now.
But when faced with Lin Chaoyang's novel, he could not restrain his inner appreciation and admiration.
Lin Chaoyang's previous work "Lai Zi's Summer" is a typical stream of consciousness literary work, and he innovatively integrated Chinese culture and local characteristics into it.
Not only did it contribute an excellent stream-of-consciousness literature to the Chinese literary world, it also created the concept of Chinese-style stream-of-consciousness literature.
In this new work, he takes Van Gogh, a genius who was born at the wrong time, as the starting point and boldly integrates science fiction, suspense, and thriller elements into the plot of the novel.
It not only retains the mature stream-of-consciousness literary creation techniques used in the previous work, but also takes into account the readers' reading taste.
This makes the novel not only have literary and ideological depth, but also has excellent storytelling and readability.
Zhu Changsheng has read several domestic and foreign stream-of-consciousness literary works that he has read. In terms of storytelling, if Lin Chaoyang's novel is ranked second, no one would dare to call it first.
It would be strange for such a work, which combines both literary and storytelling qualities and can be appreciated by both refined and popular people, not to cause a sensation in the literary world. Zhu Changsheng is full of confidence in this.
Three days later, the novel was finally completed, and Zhu Changsheng came to pick up the manuscript as promised.
Holding a thick stack of manuscript paper in his hand, he felt the heavy weight that "Contemporary" was about to publish another widely influential work.
The influence of a publication is supported by outstanding works. Every work that is widely praised by the literary community and enthusiastically sought after by readers is the confidence for a literary publication to dominate the literary world.
Zhu Changsheng believes that with this novel, the future development of "Contemporary" will definitely reach a higher level.
Feeling very excited, Zhu Changsheng did not forget to check the manuscript carefully for fear of missing something.
After checking the manuscript and confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, Zhu Changsheng turned his eyes to the first page of the manuscript and expressed doubts.
"Chaoyang, this name..."
“I haven’t decided which one to use yet, so I wrote them all down.”
Zhu Changsheng nodded, staring at the two names on the manuscript paper, hesitating as well.
"Speaking of which, these two names seem to be good. "Meeting Van Gogh" has a more literary and artistic flavor, while "The Death of Van Gogh" has a more suspenseful feel."
He thought for a while and said, "Why don't we make a decision? The manuscript will be taken away."
Lin Chaoyang's fingers clicked on the manuscript paper, and finally landed on the words "The Death of Van Gogh", "Just use it."
Zhu Changsheng looked at Lin Chaoyang's choice with a chuckle on his face, "I guessed you would choose this name."
"Why?" Lin Chaoyang asked puzzledly.
"Maybe you haven't noticed it yourself, but you are actually very rational in your creation. You will not only consider all aspects of the work, but also the reader's acceptance.
The two titles "Meeting Van Gogh" and "The Death of Van Gogh" are undoubtedly more reader-friendly than "The Death of Van Gogh".
This name not only identifies the protagonist, but also highly summarizes the plot of the novel, making it clear at a glance.
And it’s very suspenseful and can catch readers’ attention.”
Lin Chaoyang did not expect that Zhu Changsheng could give him some reading comprehension by choosing a novel title. He laughed heartily a few times and said to Zhu Changsheng: "Old Zhu, according to your praise, my novel
The novel has almost become a masterpiece even before it is published."
“It’s hard to say whether it is a masterpiece or not, but there is no doubt that it will leave a mark in the history of contemporary Chinese literature!”
Lin Chaoyang suspected that Zhu Changsheng was trying to get him his next work. He had never seen an editor dare to brag like this after accepting the manuscript before publishing it.
Zhu Changsheng said to Lin Chaoyang: "You don't know yet, right? Our "Contemporary" is going to be revised into a bimonthly magazine."
"It's a double monthly publication? Congratulations!"
The change from a quarterly magazine to a bimonthly magazine illustrates the popularity of "Contemporary" among readers, and also shows that "Contemporary" has also been widely recognized among writers.
After all, it was published every two months instead of every three months, and the number of manuscripts increased by 50%.
Such a change is definitely a good thing for the publication, but it is a mixed bag for the editors. The good development of the magazine is certainly good for the editors, but the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, the workload will inevitably increase greatly.
"Thank you. I told Lao Qin two days ago that if the review is approved, I will try to put your novel in the first issue of our revision."
Lin Chaoyang hesitated and said: "I'm afraid it's too late, right?"
It's almost late December. The publication date of each issue of "Contemporary" is the 5th of that month. It only takes half a month to review, proofread, format, and print. This set of processes is simply not enough time.
"New year, new atmosphere. Your novel has nearly 220,000 words, which is basically a book. I will try to get a special account for you.
In this case, the trouble of typesetting will be saved. I will send the manuscript to Lao Qin tonight and ask him to review it as soon as possible."
Sensing the importance Zhu Changsheng attached to "The Death of Van Gogh", Lin Chaoyang was moved and said: "It doesn't matter, don't force it if you don't have time, as long as it can be published."
Zhu Changsheng nodded and said: "Of course, I can't be Lao Tan's home."
Lin Chaoyang laughed when he heard this.
After taking the manuscript, Lin Chaoyang sent Zhu Changsheng away.
Zhu Changsheng had a meal at Lin Chaoyang's house and chatted for a while. It was already past seven o'clock in the evening.
In winter in the north, the cold wind is always very strong and biting at night, but Zhu Changsheng's heart is full of heat while riding his bicycle.
The bicycle sped all the way to Beichizi Ertiao Hutong, located near the east side of the Forbidden City. Zhu Changsheng knocked on the door of a courtyard facing the street.
After about a minute, someone from the courtyard opened the door.
"Changsheng? Why are you here? Come in quickly!"
Tan Chaoyang was a little surprised by Zhu Changsheng's arrival and quickly let him into the courtyard.
The courtyard house of Qin Chaoyang's family is a house with two entrances. Both in scale and design, it is very similar to the courtyard house that Lin Chaoyang bought in Mianmian Hutong.
It's just that the courtyard in Qin Chaoyang is right next to the Forbidden City, and its location is much better than that in Mianmian Hutong.
His courtyard house was also bought with royalties in the 1950s. Tan Chaoyang was less affected by the buzz, so the house was successfully preserved.
The two of them entered the house, and the cold wind was suddenly cut off. The alternation of cold and warm made Zhu Changsheng couldn't help but shiver.
The lights in the house were dim, and the coal stove used for heating was blazing brightly, with the flames jumping happily driven by the air flow.
Qin Chaoyang lifted the steaming aluminum kettle from the coal stove and poured Zhu Changsheng a cup of hot tea.
"Come on, warm yourself up."
Zhu Changsheng took the tea cup, took a few sips, and felt a lot warmer. Then he carefully took out the manuscript from his briefcase.
"It's so cold at night just to deliver a manuscript to me?" Qin Chaoyang asked.
"You take a look first."
Zhu Changsheng did not respond to Tan Chaoyang's words, but urged.
Qin Chaoyang held the manuscript and the first thing he saw was the title of the novel - "The Death of Van Gogh".
There is also a crossed-out name next to it, which is probably invalid.
"Is this the novel you said Lin Chaoyang wrote about Van Gogh?"
"right."
Tan Chaoyang nodded and said, "You sit down first and I'll take a look."
He said something, walked to the desk, turned on the lamp, put on his reading glasses, and began to read the manuscript in his hand attentively.
The north wind outside the window became stronger and stronger, whistling and fanning the doors and windows, making a slight sound. The wind helped the fire, and the fire burned even more fiercely.
The louder the wind sounds, the more tranquil the atmosphere in the house becomes.
Tan Chaoyang sat at the desk and read the manuscript intently. Zhu Changsheng was extremely bored, and his eyebrows, mouth and nose became more sensitive in such a quiet atmosphere.
He smelled the smell of burning coal filling the air between his breaths. He stared at the blazing flames in the furnace, and a scene seemed to appear in front of him.
Chapter completed!