Since November, the temperature in Yanjing has been getting cooler day by day. Many people on campus have already put on winter clothes. The heater in the Yanjing University Library has not warmed up in the past two days, so it is a bit painful to stay in the library.
When he first arrived in the morning, Lin Chaoyang went to the Chinese periodical reading room and borrowed the "Yenjing Literature and Art" that had just arrived this morning.
The biggest advantage of working at Yanda is that whether it is reading or reading newspapers, as long as people have access to them at this stage, most of them can be read here for free.
This week, it was Lin Chaoyang's turn to be on duty at the front desk. In the morning, he first dealt with a large number of students who came to borrow books, and then took advantage of no one to read the borrowed copy of "Yenjing Literature and Art".
"The Wrangler" - Xu Lingjun.
When "The Wrangler" was published, Lin Chaoyang definitely couldn't use his real name and had to find a pen name. He didn't bother to think about it, so he simply used the name of the novel's protagonist.
Seeing that the words originally written with a pen on the letter paper were printed in type, Lin Chaoyang felt a strange feeling in his heart. It was a sense of accomplishment, but he also knew that he was only standing on the shoulders of giants.
There is no way, who would let their feet be paved by giants?
The royalties were received and the novel was published. Lin Chaoyang was in a good mood as he admired the magazine.
Went to the big dining room for lunch at noon, and Lin Chaoyang once again stood firmly behind the braised pork queue.
"Hey, Zhenyun!"
While queuing, I met an acquaintance and Lin Chaoyang called out.
Liu Zhenyun looked depressed and depressed. Hearing Lin Chaoyang's cry, he turned around slowly and said hello to him blankly.
"What's going on?"
"It's okay, I revised the manuscript last night and didn't sleep well." Liu Zhenyun said with a yawn.
Not only did he not sleep well, he didn't sleep at all.
The manuscript that Chen Jiangong sent back to Liu Zhenyun during the day yesterday had a strong impact on his young mind. The impact was no less than the first time Liu Zhenyun saw the novel "The Count of Monte Cristo".
Just like me, am I worthy of writing a novel?
After reading the comments and revisions on the manuscript, Liu Zhenyun kept hearing this sentence in his mind.
After finally regaining his composure, he gritted his teeth and decided to revise the draft.
This change meant I stayed up all night and smoked two packs of cigarettes.
In the morning, several people from the dormitory came together and complained, complaining that Liu Zhenyun had made the dormitory smoky. Liu Zhenyun plausibly said, "I haven't charged you for smoking my second-hand smoke!"
After a whole night of revising the manuscript and a whole morning of classes, Lin Chaoyang saw Liu Zhenyun described as haggard.
Liu Zhenyun did not know that yesterday's manuscript was revised by Lin Chaoyang, but Lin Chaoyang knew that the manuscript he revised was Liu Zhenyun's.
Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, seeing how he had brought harm to the child.
He dragged Liu Zhenyun from the hot pot tofu team into the braised pork team.
Liu Zhenyun struggled desperately, "I have no money!"
"I beg you, I beg you!"
Liu Zhenyun was confused by Lin Chaoyang's enthusiasm, but as soon as he smelled the fragrant braised pork, he gave up resisting.
Showing off the fat and thin braised pork in his mouth, Liu Zhenyun's mouth was full of glory, "Brother Lin, when I publish my novel in a magazine, I will treat you to a meal."
"Stop calling me brother, I'm one year younger than you."
Lin Chaoyang was born in 1959, and Liu Zhenyun was born in 1958.
Liu Zhenyun was a little surprised and muttered: "It doesn't look like it!"
Lin Chaoyang: I won’t even ask you to feed the dogs this meat!
All joking aside, even if he invited me, could he still pull the meat out of Liu Zhenyun's mouth?
At the worst, I can just eat it again next time (gritting my teeth) and come back!
Lin Chaoyang came back from the dining room and found that the "Yanjing Literature and Art" on the table was missing. Hu Wenqiong next door said: "Xiao Lin, I have the magazine here for you."
Lin Chaoyang didn't take the magazine she handed over, "I've finished reading it. Just read it and return it to the journal room when you're done."
"Okay, thank you."
After coming out of the large dining room, although the cold wind outside made his face stiff, Liu Zhenyun couldn't help but feel a little sleepy.
He didn't sleep all night yesterday, went to class for a long time, and ate so much meat at noon. It would be strange if he didn't feel sleepy. He ran back to the dormitory in Building 32 to catch up on his sleep, and then fell asleep.
When he woke up again, he raised his eyes and looked out the window. It was pitch black.
Liu Zhenyun's heart skipped a beat, it was over, the afternoon class.
The boss of the dormitory was also from the Chinese Department. Seeing that he was awake, he immediately said: "Zhenyun, why didn't you go to class? Teacher Xie asked you where you were?"
Liu Zhenyun suddenly turned pale, "What did you say?"
"What can I say? If you come back from lunch and go to bed, we will definitely tell the truth."
Hearing this, Liu Zhenyun looked panicked and muttered in a low voice: "It's over, it's over..."
Seeing how careless Liu Zhenyun was, several other people in the dormitory burst out laughing. Upon seeing this, Liu Zhenyun immediately understood that he had been tricked by them.
But he was still nervous about what to do if he didn't have class in the afternoon, and kept asking the boss.
"Don't worry, everyone says you are sick."
The sixth child in the dormitory who was reading a magazine couldn't stand it anymore and told Liu Zhenyun the truth, and he was relieved.
After such a fuss, his confused mind that had just woken up came to his senses, and he remembered the manuscript that he had not finished revising yesterday.
"Zhenyun, you still want to change it? Why not write it again?" Lao Liu suggested.
Liu Zhenyun didn't want to give up, "I'll try again."
When Lao Liu saw that he couldn't be persuaded, he threw the magazine in his hand to him.
"Don't just keep writing, look more at what others have written. Take a look at the novels in this issue of "Yanjing Literature and Art". They are quite well written, comparable to Lu Xinhua's "Scars"."
Liu Zhenyun felt quite disdainful when he heard what Lao Liu said. "Scars" has been published for several months. It has become very popular in China and caused a huge wave of public opinion. Some people even shouted the slogan "Scar Literature".
In his opinion, the level of "Scar" is at best a little better than his, and it is completely unworthy of its huge reputation in China.
He was thinking this in his mind, but even though Lao Liu was kind to him, he couldn't reject it outright. He looked through the article that Lao Liu handed over.
"The Wrangler", Xu Lingjun.
"He is the abandoned son of a rich man."
From the first sentence of the opening chapter, Liu Zhenyun's eyes were attracted to the novel.
At the same time, the Yanda Library had finished get off work. Hu Wenqiong, who usually packed up his things a few minutes in advance, was uncharacteristically sitting calmly today, completely absorbed by the magazines in front of him, ignoring the movements of the outside world.
"Sister Hu, Sister Hu, it's time to get off work."
Lin Chaoyang shouted twice before Hu Wenqiong came back to her senses, but she said "Hey" but refused to leave the magazine with her eyes.
Chapter completed!