The two sat on chairs on both sides of the desk. Lin Chaoyang directly put the novel manuscript on the table, "I have never submitted a manuscript and I don't know much about it. Please help me take a look."
Lin Chaoyang doesn't think that time travel is omnipotent. It's like he can't completely reproduce the literary works he has read. He can only piece it together with scattered memories and add some of his own creations.
Chen Jiangong said with a smile: "I just submitted a few more manuscripts. This is also an opportunity for me to learn."
"Wrangler?" He read softly while looking at the title of the novel on the first page of the manuscript.
"Some time ago, Workers' Daily published a report about Yan Jitong and Wang Boling, college students in the 1950s."
Chen Jiangong thought about it for a moment, "I have the impression that they were the couple who gave up their identity and inheritance as overseas Chinese in Brazil and decided to stay in China to serve the country, right?"
Lin Chaoyang nodded, "This novel is inspired by the story of this couple."
Hearing what he said, Chen Jiangong became interested and said, "We need to take a closer look. Drink some water first."
Chen Jiangong pushed the teapot on the table to Lin Chaoyang, and then flipped through the manuscript.
Chen Jiangong was busy reading manuscripts, while Lin Chaoyang had nothing to do, looking around the dormitory.
Male students from the Chinese department live in Building 32. The Chinese department occupies the third floor of the four-story building, the fourth and two floors, and the Eastern Languages ​​and Spanish Departments occupy the first and second floors respectively.
The boys' dormitory is a six-person room with an area of ​​more than ten square meters. Three two-story iron frame beds, a desk, and two chairs are all the belongings in the dormitory.
You can see the whole dormitory at a glance, but there is not much to see.
Lin Chaoyang saw that Chen Jiangong was fascinated by the manuscript, so he also picked up the book on the table. It was "A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich", the representative work of Soviet writer Solzhenitsyn.
The sounds coming from the corridor from time to time did not disturb the two people who were reading, and time passed slowly as the sun shifted.
Lin Chaoyang's novel was born out of the novel "Spirit and Flesh" that he read later. Many people have never heard of this name, but many people should be familiar with the movie "Wrangler". The movie "Wrangler" is adapted from
"Spirit and Flesh".
Lin Chaoyang moved the name of the movie to the novel, and the novel was called "Wrangler".
In another time and space, this short story was published in the early 1980s. Once it was published, it gained the love of a large number of readers, making the author Zhang Xianliang famous in the Chinese literary world, and also established his position in the history of the development of Chinese literature in the new era.
The article of more than 17,000 words is not very long. Chen Jiangong read it very carefully and took more than an hour to finish it.
He raised his eyes from the letter paper and saw Lin Chaoyang opposite who was concentrating on reading a novel, his eyes full of appreciation.
He put the manuscript on the table, and his voice startled Lin Chaoyang who was reading.
Lin Chaoyang raised his head, eyes filled with anticipation, "Have you finished reading?"
Chen Jiangong nodded, "I've finished reading."
"how?"
"Okay! Very good!"
Chen Jiancong expressed his love for this novel in three short words. He seemed to think that this was still not enough to express the quality of this novel, and added: "I can't write it better!"
Lin Chaoyang was flattered, "Thank you, thank you. This is my first time writing a novel."
Hearing his words, Chen Jiangong had a wry smile on his face, mixed with a bit of envy.
“It’s my first time writing a novel and I can write it so well!”
Such praise made Lin Chaoyang know that no matter how modest he was, it was hypocrisy, so he just smiled lightly, neither proud nor overly self-effacing.
But in Chen Jiangong's eyes, it is his strong confidence in his own strength and the quality of his works.
As it should be, how could the son-in-law of a professor from the history department of Yanda be an ordinary person?
When we met for the first time a few days ago, I didn't show off my appearance, just because it wasn't time to show off my features. Now that the work has been released, it's like a long sword unsheathed, with its sharp edge clearly visible.
Chen Jiangong was the same age as the Republic of China. He was admitted to university at the age of 28. He had a mature mind and thought that if it was true that it was his first time to write a novel as Lin Chaoyang said, then his future prospects would be limitless.
Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to stand up and said, "Let's go!"
"Why go?"
"I'll take you to the editorial office of "Yanjing Literature and Art"."
“Isn’t it okay to just write a letter and submit it?”
"Special cases should be handled specially." Chen Jiangong said, his face full of confidence, which was brought to him by the quality of "Wrangler".
Lin Chaoyang reminded him, "Today is Sunday."
"I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me."
Only then did Chen Jiangong remember it, but his excitement was still not shattered. As the first reader of "The Wrangler", he couldn't wait to introduce this novel to the world.
"Sometimes there are people in the editorial department on Sundays. They go there to try their luck, but no one comes back."
Is it okay to go on weekdays?
I can only keep these words in my heart. Chen Jiangong means well, and in this era of underdeveloped communication means, everyone is used to searching and waiting. In Chen Jiangong's opinion, it is not a problem to go to the editorial office one more time.
Chen Jiangong asked Lin Chaoyang to wait for a while. He ran to the Youth League Committee and borrowed a Feige brand 28 bicycle. He patted the back seat of Lin Chaoyang and said, "Let's go!"
Lin Chaoyang's cool and unrestrained posture made Lin Chaoyang feel heroic. He held the manuscript in his arms and got into the back seat.
Yanjing University is located outside the Northwest Fourth Ring Road, but the editorial office of Yanjing Literature and Art is located at Liubukou on West Chang'an Street, where it was placed at the feet of the emperor a hundred years ago.
It took almost an hour and a half to ride a bicycle for more than ten kilometers, and we arrived at Chang'an Street. There was a north gate on the north side of the street near the intersection of Xidan Road. This is No. 7 West Chang'an Street where "Yanjing Literature and Art" is located.
Yanjing Municipal Cultural Bureau Courtyard.
After entering the gate, there is a wide alley. On the east side of the alley is an ancient brick wall. After passing an antique hall to the west and then north, there is another alley. As you walk forward, you will see a building in front of you, which is Yan.
Beijing Literary and Art Association.
A lonely building, the door lintel looks like European style, but the internal partitions are Japanese style. There are various associations in the building, and the cultural circles are in decline, so the place is slightly dilapidated.
There were nameplates hanging in front of the association offices in the building. With Chen Jiangong leading the way, the two of them quickly found the editorial department of "Yenjing Literature and Art".
The two were about to knock on the door when they heard someone calling Chen Jiangong next to them.
When he turned around, he saw a tall young lesbian, visually over 1.7 meters tall, which is rare nowadays. However, although she was tall, she was very well-proportioned and looked delicate and dignified.
"De Ning!" Chen Jiangong called out the lesbian's name and introduced her to Lin Chaoyang.
The lesbian is Zhang Dening, a young editor of "Yanjing Literature and Art", who happens to be Chen Jiangong's editor.
"No rest today?" Chen Jiangong asked after saying hello.
"It's a coincidence that you're here. There's been a lot of manuscripts recently, and a few of us are working overtime."
Zhang Dening led the two of them into the office. They saw several desks piled with manuscripts. Two female editors, one old and one young, were immersed in the manuscripts. They didn't pay attention to the sound coming from the door until Zhang Dening shouted.
One sound.
Chapter completed!