After the rain, the weather in Yanjing became warmer day by day.
Lin Chaoyang's new work has actually started, but the efficiency is not very fast.
He writes one to two thousand words every day, and from time to time he has to start over from scratch. At night, he goes to the window, lights a cigarette, and meditates alone, showing a cautious attitude of devoting himself to new works.
Tao Yushu was very pleased with her husband's performance, especially when she looked at Lin Chaoyang's silhouette standing by the window, Mr. Lu Xun's appearance always flashed through her mind from time to time. The only flaw might be that Lin Chaoyang was missing two beards.
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After several days of acting, even Lin Chaoyang was almost brainwashed by himself.
I've been using up my cigarettes too quickly recently, and I don't know when my brother-in-law will come next time.
Seeing that school starts in a few days, many students return to school early. Yanyuan, which had been deserted for most of the winter vacation, has finally regained some popularity.
That afternoon, Lin Chaoyang received a payment slip from the editorial department of "Xinhua Digest". His "Wrangler" will be published in the next issue of "Xinhua Digest". For this reason, the editorial department paid him 51 yuan in reprint fees.
In the evening, Lin Chaoyang handed the manuscript fee slip to Tao Yushu, and she was overjoyed. She didn't expect to receive the manuscript fee for "The Wrangler" again.
Including creative talks, "The Wrangler", a novel with just over 10,000 words, has already brought Lin Chaoyang 164 yuan.
"Writing is really profitable!" Tao Yushu said sincerely.
"Then it has to be published."
Tao Yushu held his hand, his eyes moving, "I believe you!"
Lin Chaoyang knew in his heart that this girl was giving him Ecstasy again.
"I'll treat you to western food tonight!" Lin Chaoyang suggested.
A trace of heartbeat flashed across Tao Yushu's face, but after hesitating for a moment, she still said: "Forget it. Don't waste it. Besides, if we don't eat at home tonight, mom won't refund our money."
Lin Chaoyang couldn't help scratching her nose, "You are too obsessed with money, and you don't care about the little money."
"A whole fifty cents!"
On February 2nd, the dragon raises its head and Yanda officially starts school.
Spring is warm and flowers are blooming. The campus is full of people and full of vitality. Students who have not seen each other for half the winter are greeting each other. Youthful and energetic figures are everywhere in Yanyuan.
The work of the library also got back on track on this day. In the afternoon, Lin Chaoyang was approached by the director Xie Daoyuan.
"Director, please find me."
"Well." Xie Daoyuan, who was working, took off his reading glasses, "To make a long story short, the library will set up an automation research group, and Deputy Director Liang will be in charge. I want to transfer you there and want to hear your opinions."
"Transfer me to the automation research group?" Lin Chaoyang was a little surprised.
The so-called automation research group, Lin Chaoyang heard his colleagues mention in a chat recently, is the department of the library that plans to keep pace with the times and use computers to coordinate the management of the library's books.
To this end, the library has also jointly established a library automation and information retrieval laboratory with the school's Computer Research Institute, setting a precedent for automation in the domestic library industry. This team will undoubtedly become the earliest professional library automation team in the country.
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Liang Shizhuang, deputy director of the Automation Research Group, is the second daughter of Mr. Liang Qichao.
Lin Chaoyang thought for a while and realized that there must be a favor from his father-in-law.
"Director, thank you for your compliment. But with my academic qualifications, I'm afraid I'll be criticized if I get in, right?"
Xie Daoyuan's expression remained normal, "There will always be someone to tell you anything you do."
Lin Chaoyang knew what Xie Daoyuan meant, and he was responsible for this matter, but the more he said this, the less Lin Chaoyang wanted to go in.
It's not that he doesn't appreciate praise, but he doesn't want to harm Xie Daoyuan's reputation because of himself.
With a decision in his mind, Lin Chaoyang said seriously: "Director, thank you for your kindness. However, I think I may not be suitable for this kind of document work. My current job at the library desk is quite good."
Hearing Lin Chaoyang's conversation, a flash of surprise flashed across Xie Daoyuan's face, "You really don't want to go? This is a good opportunity to become a regular employee."
"Thank you for your kindness."
Xie Daoyuan nodded, "Okay. Since you have decided, forget it."
The atmosphere fell into silence. Lin Chaoyang was just thinking of saying a few polite words to say goodbye when he heard Xie Daoyuan ask: "I heard someone said that you are somewhat interested in literary creation?"
Moyu was called out by the leader to his face, and this wave of Tuotuo Society died.
Lin Chaoyang nodded with difficulty, "Yes, write some novels."
"What books have you read recently?"
Lin Chaoyang answered honestly: "Hao Ran's "Golden Avenue" and "Sunny Sky", Shen Congwen's "Border Town", "Xue Qing" and "Song Notes of a Journey to Hunan"..."
Xie Daoyuan frowned slightly, "Just study in China?"
His question made Lin Chaoyang feel a burst of pressure, as if he was drafted by the teacher to recite the text in elementary school.
"I have read a lot of foreign works before, but I feel that I know too little about modern domestic works, so I want to know more about them."
"Don't read modern stuff. The creative model of vernacular novels is borrowed from the West. What can you get out of reading their second-rate imported works?
For Chinese, read romances of the Tang Dynasty and novels from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. For foreigners, read French, Russian, and British novels... you can barely read them, but don't touch the American ones. You are a foreign language... You still need to learn foreign languages, and you should try your best to read.
You may want to read the original work.”
After Xie Daoyuan said this, he thought for a while and said: "You can listen to the classes in the Chinese Department when you have time, Wu Zuxiang's "Essentials on the History of Ancient Chinese Novels", Qu Yude's "Folk Literature"... you can listen to these."
After absorbing all these, look at other things."
After coming to Yanjing for such a long time, Lin Chaoyang was moved for the first time to receive guidance from his seniors in terms of academic accumulation.
"Thank you, curator. I have written down everything you said. I will study it carefully."
"Well. What I just told you needs to be seen, listened to, and learned, but you also need to have the ability to distinguish and learn to pick the essence."
From beginning to end, Lin Chaoyang never asked Xie Daoyuan that he had to work during the day, so how could he find time to attend classes in the Chinese Department.
This is just like when your company leader tells you to handle a certain task, he won't tell you all the departments involved.
Shang Fang’s sword has been given to you, but you still need the leader to come forward. What does the leader want you to do?
Lin Chaoyang was happy when he thought that in the future he could not only fish in the library, but also take classes in the Chinese Department.
Going to college? Which college? Wouldn't it be nice to be an auditor? He doesn't want a diploma.
If you want to go to class, go and listen to the teachings of famous people. If you don’t want to go to class, just go to work, fish, and write some novels.
These days, the gods are nothing more than this.
At the same time, Lin Chaoyang also understood in his heart that the reason why Xie Daoyuan valued him so much must be because of Tao's father.
He didn't have any specific feelings a few months ago, but he only discovered it now.
Chapter completed!