Feeling contempt in his heart, Xiao Yao felt that Zhu Changsheng's idea was a good one. As long as he could send these letters out, he would feel a lot more relaxed.
The two of them spent a lot of time picking out two packages of letters, and after getting off work, they ran to the Overseas Chinese Apartment with these letters.
"Lao Zhu, what's going on?"
The two of them carried two big bags upstairs, and Lin Chaoyang had a look of astonishment on his face when he opened the door.
"Isn't this the publication of "The Death of Van Gogh"? Readers' enthusiasm for writing letters has been particularly high recently. Many letters are written specifically to you. You must read them carefully and reply to these readers carefully."
Zhu Changsheng and Xiao Yao put the sacks in the living room. He wiped the non-existent sweat stains on his forehead and gasped: "These letters have been carefully selected by our editorial department, and they are all enthusiastic readers."
When Zhu Changsheng was talking, Xiao Yao secretly looked at him. He had never noticed before that Lao Zhu never blinked when he told lies.
"There are so many letters, how can I put them at home?" Lin Chaoyang complained.
"If your family has no room, we will have no room even more. Besides, didn't you just buy a courtyard house some time ago?"
"I didn't buy the courtyard just to store letters. The place hasn't been vacated yet."
"Wouldn't there be room if we free it up?"
Zhu Changsheng exchanged a few words with Lin Chaoyang and then revealed the matter of the letter. He smelled the aroma coming from the kitchen.
"Yo! This smells so delicious!"
Lin Chaoyang said sarcastically: "I don't think you are here to deliver a letter, but more like you are here to make a living."
"I don't agree with this. When we deliver letters, it's also a job for you. The landlord has to take care of the food when he hires part-time workers."
"To reach your level by having a hard time, it can be considered as a way to gain experience and understanding."
The two of them were familiar with each other and their tone was relaxed and cheerful. Xiao Yao couldn't help but admire Lao Zhu.
The old comrade is not only cunning and cunning, but also has such a good relationship with the writer.
Dinner at Lin Chaoyang's house is pork belly with sauerkraut. The sauerkraut was picked up by Zhang Guiqin after winter.
Before winter, the family bought hundreds of kilograms of Chinese cabbage for winter storage. In order to collect the sauerkraut, Lin Chaoyang bought a large vat.
The method of making sauerkraut is very simple. Remove the roots and seeds from the cabbage, blanch it with hot water until dry, and then pile it into a large vat.
After the cabbage is filled, put a big stone on it and wait for the cabbage to slowly ferment.
The temperature of cooking sauerkraut cannot be too high or too low. Lin Chaoyang's home has heating, but the temperature is too high. If the outdoor temperature is too low, that won't work either.
After searching around, I found that the temperature in the corridor was just right.
However, this is a public area, and it would be too unscrupulous to use it to store your own things.
Lin Chaoyang made a special trip upstairs and downstairs and delivered a few kilograms of cabbage to the family. He also made an appointment to wait until the sauerkraut was drained before giving it to the neighbors to taste, so he placed the sauerkraut jar in the corridor.
Those who can live in an overseas Chinese apartment must have these few cabbages. The most important thing is etiquette.
The dish of sauerkraut is not unfamiliar to Yanjing people. Many Yanjing people also eat sauerkraut in winter.
As the aroma wafting from the kitchen became stronger and stronger, not only Zhu Changsheng, but also Xiao Yao couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
The sauerkraut pork belly in Northeast China is a pig-killing vegetable, but unlike the greasy pig-killing vegetable that many people think of, the sauerkraut pork belly has a refreshing and delicious taste.
The sauerkraut that has been stewed twice in cold water is sour and light, with a refreshing flavor. The broth of the sauerkraut stew is fragrant and mellow, absorbing all the fat in the pork belly. The originally greasy three-layered pork belly also becomes refreshing.
A piece of pork belly is sandwiched in shredded pickled cabbage. It is still steaming when it is sandwiched. It is dipped in a little garlic soy sauce and stuffed into your mouth. It is sour and delicious, not greasy or greasy.
Zhu Changsheng and Xiao Yao ate with their mouths full of oil and kept picking up their chopsticks, which made Zhang Guiqin look worried.
You said you should just eat rice, but why didn't you notice it at all? You even finished two bowls of rice without stopping to use your chopsticks.
"Chaoyang, your braised white meat with pickled cabbage is really amazing. I have never had such delicious food in all my years in Yanjing!"
After a full meal, Zhu Changsheng looked satisfied, even a little tipsy.
After coming out of Lin Chaoyang's house, Xiao Yao said with emotion: "Everyone says that the food at Lin Chaoyang's house is delicious. I ate it today and it really lives up to its reputation."
Zhu Changsheng got on the bicycle and found that his stomach was a little tight, so he deliberately loosened his belt.
"It's not delicious, who can pass it on? I heard who told them that they call their restaurant Xunweizhai. Hehe, this name is not wrong."
Xiao Yao looked back at the lights upstairs, "It's a pity that we only have one dish today."
Zhu Changsheng joked: "Isn't it enough to have vegetables and meat? The requirements for eating rice are quite high!"
"I just want to try more of his dishes."
"That's easy. Let's buy some meat and vegetables when we have time next time, and let Chaoyang cook it with us."
Xiao Yao said: "How much face is that!"
She didn't have much contact with Lin Chaoyang, and distance brought beauty, and distance also brought awe. In the eyes of her, a young editor, Lin Chaoyang was a top figure in the literary world, and he specially cooked for her. Such treatment was unimaginable.
"Oh, that's wrong!" Zhu Changsheng almost had the word "sophisticated" written on his face. He taught earnestly: "If you like cooking, if you ask him to cook for you, it will be better than giving it to him."
A hundred good words will be of use. Do you think I am just here to deliver a letter to him today?"
Xiao Yao looked confused, wasn't he?
"Sending a letter is just an excuse, it has nothing to do with you!
Look, did we have a meal at their house today? Do you have an excuse to treat him to a meal next time? If he doesn't eat, buy groceries and let him cook them.
After this back and forth, haven’t we become familiar with each other? We have established a good relationship, but are we still afraid that we won’t be able to write a manuscript?”
Zhu Changsheng's "Manuscript Composition Scripture" made Xiao Yao stunned for a while, and he unconsciously felt a bit of awe in his heart.
Lao Zhu, how can this be called scheming? He is clearly cunning!
Zhu Changsheng and Xiao Yao were here just now. Lin Erchun and Zhang Guiqin suppressed their inner curiosity. After they left, the couple gathered in front of the sack.
"Chaoyang, these are all letters written to you? How many letters are there?"
"I don't know, there should be three or four thousand letters." Lin Chaoyang estimated.
"So many?" Zhang Guiqin looked surprised.
"It's not that much. One issue of "Contemporary" sells hundreds of thousands of copies. There are thousands of letters here. The readers who write letters may not account for 1%."
In the past, they only knew that their son's writing was good, he could earn royalties and buy a big house, and he was a great writer, but Zhang Guiqin and Lin Erchun never had any specific idea.
Today I saw these letters from readers sent by Zhu Changsheng and Xiao Yao, and they finally have some concrete understanding.
Just now those two people said that this was just a part. How much would it cost if it were all of it?
"Do all these letters need to be answered?"
Lin Erchun asked a key question.
In his mind, his son is a great writer, and the words he writes can be sold for money. If he has to answer so many letters, how much will he have to pay?
Lin Chaoyang smiled and said: "How can I reply to all of them? I can just choose some of them and reply to them."
"Stamps cost a lot of money!" Lin Erchun muttered.
"You know the plan in just one day, and it's all the readers' wishes." Zhang Guiqin accused.
"What do readers think? No money? Are stamps free?"
The couple quarreled for a few words and then ignored each other.
Lin Chaoyang took the two sacks of letters to the study, poured them out, and opened them one by one.
Tao Yushu walked in and saw how messy he made it, so he said, "Let me open the letter for you."
"good."
The two sat across from each other on both sides of the desk, opening and reading the letter together.
Lin Chaoyang read a letter from Luoyang, Henan, written by an employee of the Cultural Bureau.
"This novel is not only a clever fusion of suspense and history, but also an affectionate tribute to art and humanity.
In the process of reading the novel, I seemed to follow Aaron's footsteps through the corridor of time and space, standing next to Mr. Van Gogh, and feeling his sensitive and fiery heart.
Every detail in the novel, whether it is the delicate portrayal of Van Gogh's inner world or the clever integration of the stories behind Van Gogh's paintings, is shocking.
Especially when Aaron's figure overlaps with Van Gogh at the end of the novel, witnessing with his own eyes the recognition and praise his works have received in the modern art museum.
That moment of touching made me burst into tears. This was not only a belated recognition of Van Gogh’s artistic achievements, but also an encouragement to all those who persist in their dreams.”
This comrade's reaction after reading was very good. He had to reply to a letter. Lin Chaoyang put the letter back in an envelope and put it in the corner of the desk, and then opened another letter.
This letter was just mediocre. It only praised the good things and didn’t say anything good about it. It was a negative review. He stuffed the letter paper back into the envelope and put it into an empty sack.
"Hey, look at this letter. It was written by a second-year junior high school student."
Tao Yushu handed over a letter, and Lin Chaoyang glanced at the sender. It was from Xiangtan, Hunan. The letter began with "Dear Uncle Xu Lingjun."
"Through Aaron's eyes, I seemed to have personally experienced Van Gogh's hardships and struggles on his artistic path, and also witnessed his unremitting pursuit of beauty.
The delicate description of Van Gogh's psychological state in the novel gave me a new understanding of this strange artist. He is no longer an empty name, but a person of flesh and blood, with strong emotions and an unyielding soul.
My biggest feeling after reading your novel is: we should cherish every unique creation and expression, because it is these unique creations and expressions that will change the world.
Thanks to this work for giving me such inspiration, it will undoubtedly become a precious spiritual wealth in my life journey. I look forward to more excellent works in the future that will continue to enlighten our hearts."
After reading the letter, Lin Chaoyang asked: "Is this written by a junior high school student?"
Tao Yushu smiled and said: "I guess it must be from a family of intellectuals, or someone in the family who is engaged in art, and is precocious. Or it is a ghostwriter for an adult, but I don't think it is the case."
Lin Chaoyang nodded, indeed, it was just a letter from a reader.
He put the letter on the desk. Such a thoughtful little reader must take it back.
"Why is this letter so thick?" Tao Yushu opened the thick envelope as she spoke. After looking at it for a few times, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"What's wrong?" Lin Chaoyang asked.
Tao Yushu handed over the letter, "Read it yourself."
Judging from the tone of the letter writer, he should be a college student.
"...The emergence of "The Death of Van Gogh" is a huge setback in your literary creation. Compared with the skillful skills you showed in "The Summer of Raiko", the literary technique of stream of consciousness in "The Death of Van Gogh" can be
Call it clumsy.
I think "The Death of Van Gogh" is exquisite in conception, but in terms of structural arrangement, you use a rigid linear narrative to handle the plot, which completely wastes this exquisite conception and novel concepts such as time travel and space transformation.
When using dreams and hallucinations to show the complexity of Van Gogh's inner world, some of your treatments are too vulgar..."
Lin Chaoyang figured out the reason why Tao Yu was so happy. The entire letter contained nearly 10,000 words of sixteen pages.
You say he likes "The Death of Van Gogh", and he has criticized this novel and the author Lin Chaoyang thoroughly; you say he doesn't like "The Death of Van Gogh", and he can write a 10,000-word review.
"This young man is a talent!"
After reading the letter, Lin Chaoyang was not only not angry, but like Tao Yushu, he was also happy.
Seeing his expression, Tao Yushu asked: "Why are you not angry that he is so picky about these contents?"
Lin Chaoyang said easily: "After the novel is written, it's up to others to comment on it. Just don't criticize him. His theoretical knowledge is quite solid. He probably studied Chinese. You are right to be picky, but he is probably taking advantage of me.
It is so demanding that the novel should be regarded as a world masterpiece."
"Is there a sentence you haven't heard?" Lin Chaoyang asked.
"What words?"
"With great love comes great responsibility."
Tao Yushu laughed silently, "No wonder you have such a good attitude. You really know how to comfort yourself. Then do you want to reply to this enthusiastic reader of yours?"
"I have to get back one letter. With so many pieces of paper, it will take a long time just to copy it. Besides, you can't write something so detailed without reading the novel several times."
Lin Chaoyang took the envelope with a smile, glanced at the sender on it, and was stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!