As soon as Yu Dong got off the bus at the school gate, heavy rain poured down.
He had expected it to rain, but he didn't expect it to come so suddenly and so violently.
The rain seemed to fall from the sky and hit my body, causing pain.
Yu Dong took off the bag from his back and held it in his arms, squinted his eyes and ran towards the communication room. Because of the heavy rain, he could only vaguely see the appearance of the communication room.
From the time it started to rain until Yu Dong ran to the reception room, it only took ten seconds, and he had already been completely chilled.
Uncle Zhou was closing the door when he saw a man rushing over with his head lowered. He ignored the question and opened the door, letting people in first.
When someone came in, Uncle Zhou saw clearly that it was Yu Dong, and said with surprise: "Teacher Yu, it's you, please wipe it quickly, I don't know what happened now, it's like there is a hole in the sky."
Uncle Zhou handed Yu Dong a towel, "I'll close the doors and windows first... Huh!?"
Yu Dong was wiping the water with a towel when he heard Uncle Zhou's surprised voice. He looked up and saw that the rain outside had stopped.
From beginning to end, it only rained for half a minute, but Yu Dong caught up with it.
"Oh my God!"
Uncle Zhou muttered, then turned back to Yu Dong and said, "You're getting really wet. I'll get some hot water. You can take off your shirt and wipe it. Don't catch a cold."
Yu Dong waved his hand, "Forget it, the rain has stopped. I'll wash it in the dormitory."
When Yu Dong walked to the door of the reception room, Uncle Zhou brought an umbrella over and said, "Bring an umbrella, it might rain again."
"Such a section..."
Yu Dong was about to refuse, but suddenly thought of what happened just now, he nodded and took the umbrella: "I'll return it later."
"Don't worry, I still have some here."
It stopped raining along the way. When we arrived at the dormitory, Bi Feiyu stood on the second floor and looked up at the sky.
Yu Dong shouted: "What are you looking at?"
Bi Feiyu lowered his head to look, and when he saw it was Yu Dong, he said with surprise: "Why are you back? Why are your clothes so wet? Didn't you bring an umbrella?"
"Don't mention it, the umbrella was given by Lao Zhou. I just got off the car and caught up with the burst of rain just now. I ran to the communication room and the rain stopped."
Bi Feiyu smiled and said: "You are so unlucky. I just looked up at the sky and was studying. This shower is rare."
Yu Dong shook his head, "I don't think it should be called a shower."
"What's that called?"
"It's better to call it Feiyu!"
…
After returning to the dormitory, Yu Dong first opened his bag, took out the clothes inside, and then sat on a chair and stared blankly for a while.
After riding all the way, I was already in low spirits. After the rain just now, I was exhausted physically and mentally.
But this time I sat down, something went wrong.
Got a cold.
Fortunately, it was not too serious. The next day, Bi Feiyu took Yu Dong to the hospital by bike and was prescribed some medicine.
After coming back, when Bi Feiyu gave Yu Dong some medicine, he said with a smile: "You just lack exercise, look at me."
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and exposed his muscles.
This guy is one of those who looks thin when dressed and looks sexy when undressed. He does have some material.
"This is because I came back and sat in the car for dozens of hours, and it rained heavily. It has nothing to do with whether I exercise or not." Yu Dong argued.
"Yes, blame me." Bi Feiyu said with a smile, "How about I call Teacher Cheng and tell her about your illness? This is a good opportunity to strengthen our relationship. Your sister-in-law and I were doing the same thing back then.
Because of an illness..."
Bi Feiyu was very happy when she told her love story.
This guy often said that he didn't want others to pay attention to his appearance, but he got a lot of advantages because of his appearance. Take his lover as an example, if he hadn't been so handsome, it wouldn't have been so easy to pursue her back then.
When he was chatting enthusiastically, the phone in the room rang. Yu Dongban was lying in bed and couldn't get up, so he answered the phone.
"Oh, I'm Bi Feiyu... Editor Li, Yu Dong is sick... It's not a serious illness, it's a viral infection... it's just a common cold. I asked him to tell you..."
Bi Feiyu grabbed the phone cord and took the phone to Yu Dong.
Li Yong asked him a few questions about his condition and then asked him to take good care of himself.
As for the matter of urging the manuscript, Li Yong was too embarrassed to mention it.
"What do you want from me?"
After hanging up the phone, Bi Feiyu asked.
"I didn't say anything, just let me have a good rest."
"It's probably because you're sick and I'm too embarrassed to tell you. The phone rang yesterday and it must have been him. When he answered the phone just now, he asked Teacher Yu if he'd come back today. There's nothing wrong. It's impossible to call two days in a row.
."
"Maybe it's about the manuscript," Yu Dong guessed.
"Don't think about the manuscript and just take good care of your health."
"I can't even think about it now. Humans are really fragile. This little illness can make people lose their fighting ability."
"Actually, I see that you are in good condition. You feel like someone who is often sick. You are not surprised when you get sick. You were sick when you were a child? I told you, if you really need to exercise, you will be fine when you get better.
Sometimes you go out with me to play football and run..."
Listening to Bi Feiyu's chatter, Yu Dong couldn't help feeling that he was indeed used to being sick. For a long time, pain was the main theme of his life.
…
As the old saying goes, illness comes like a mountain falling, and illness goes away like a thread spinning.
Although the cold is not a serious disease, it is easy to relapse, so Yu Dong is prepared for a protracted battle.
He called home and didn't say anything about his illness. He just said that he was busy with school and work and might not be able to go home for the time being.
Not two days after the phone call, Cheng Yanqiu arrived at the school.
She called Yu's house and heard from Yu Dong's mother that Yu Dong was busy with work at school.
After arriving, they found that Yu Dong was ill.
"Why are you sick?" Cheng Yanqiu asked.
"Because of Feiyu." Yu Dong replied.
Cheng Yanqiu looked at Bi Feiyu, who waved his hands repeatedly: "It's the real rain, not the fake rain like me."
Then Bi Feiyu said: "Now that you're here, I've finally retired, so I'll leave this guy to you. He's very pretentious and has to have breakfast in the morning, which makes me have to get up at six or seven every day.
."
"Why are you so pretentious about eating breakfast?"
"Because I don't eat."
After Bi Feiyu left, Cheng Yanqiu seemed to have taken on some important mission. He asked Yu Dong if he wanted to drink water, if he was hungry, and if he should take medicine.
When Yu Dong stood up, she came over to help him.
When Yu Dong sat down, she took a towel to wipe her sweat, even though she wasn't sweating.
"Please sit down for a while. It's not a serious illness. If you do this, I'm getting nervous."
Cheng Yanqiu then sat down.
Today she wore a half-length polka-dot skirt, a black V-neck T-shirt on her upper body, and light makeup.
It was a bit stuffy in the dormitory. She had been running around just now, her cheeks were red, and her hair was stuck to her forehead due to sweat.
Seeing how hot she was, Yu Dong stood up and turned on the electric fan.
"You are still sick..."
"Can't I just blow on you?"
The wind from the electric fan lifted Cheng Yanqiu's hair, revealing her delicate jawline. Yu Dong looked at her profile and suddenly remembered a strange saying: Swords are given to heroes, and fans are given to beauties.
…
After Yu Dong recovered from his illness, he and Cheng Yanqiu went to the bookstore.
After entering the bookstore, Yu Dong went straight to the bookcase of science and technology books and found a few books related to the universe.
The content of these books covers a wide range, from the birth of the big bang universe to the death of stars, from the electric fields, magnetic fields and gravitational fields in the universe to curved space-time and tidal forces.
He did not choose a book randomly, but chose it based on the scientific knowledge involved in "Interstellar". The purpose was naturally to improve his novel "Deep Space" on the basis of "Interstellar".
Last summer, he wanted to release "Deep Space", but due to various things, it has been delayed until now.
It just so happens that "Science Fiction World" is now promoting the interstellar topic, so it's time to write about it.
Cheng Yanqiu came to him with a copy of "The Golden Age". Seeing him holding a pile of science and engineering books, he smiled and said, "Are you going to write science fiction again?"
"Yeah, I'll write farther this time."
Yu Dong pointed to the word "universe" and continued: "It's also bigger."
He looked at the "Golden Age" in Cheng Yanqiu's hand again. He didn't realize it for a moment. He took a closer look and found that the author's name was indeed Wang Xiaobo.
How did the golden age become the golden age?
Seeing Yu Dong looking at the book in her hand, Cheng Yanqiu said with a smile: "Wang Xiaobo, an author I have never heard of. His writing is very interesting. It seems that it is not selling well. This is the only book I saw in the bookstore."
Yu Dong took the book and looked at it. The content was indeed "The Golden Age", which was published by a Baodao publishing house.
The layout of the book is average, and I didn’t pay much attention to it at first glance. If it hadn’t appeared here, Yu Dong would have thought it was a pirated copy.
In fact, it is unreasonable to say that it is piracy.
Pirate booksellers have always stolen only books that can be sold. Books like "The Golden Age" are now bought by no one at all. If pirates steal such books, they will lose money.
Yu Dong thought about Wang Xiaobo again. The past few years should have been the peak period of Wang Xiaobo's creation and the last few years of his life.
He couldn't remember the specific year when Wang Xiaobo died, but it was probably 1997 or 1998.
It actually makes no sense that "Golden Age" is not popular at this time.
In recent years, the description of sex in domestic novels has been very explicit, especially in the works of writers from Shaanxi Province. The novel "The Wasted City" has written all about sex.
If "The Golden Age" had been written by Jia Pingwa or Chen Zhongshi, even if it wasn't a hit, it would certainly have earned some fame.
The sex written by Wang Xiaobo is different from that written by Jia Pingwa. The sex in "The Wasted City" always makes people feel a little evil, but the sex in "The Golden Age" is as ordinary as drinking water, neither evil nor good.
"Wang Xiaobo is quite interesting." Yu Dong said with a smile.
Cheng Yanqiu said in surprise: "You actually know him?"
"Well, he published a movie "Secret Stories of the Tang Dynasty" a few years ago, which I have read. I have also read this "Golden Age"." Yu Dong explained briefly without going into details.
Yu Dong is also thinking that when Jimmy comes over next time, he will talk to him and ask him to talk to Wang Xiaobo and help him give out "The Golden Age".
The book Cheng Yanqiu is holding should have been passed down from Baodao. Even the name has been changed, probably because the book was not published smoothly in the mainland.
…
A week has passed since I talked to Romero on the phone.
Jimmy had been thinking about Spielberg's phone call for the past two days, but then he was so busy that he forgot about it.
Unexpectedly, this morning, I suddenly received a call from the other party.
During the phone call, Spielberg was very direct and said that he was very interested in "The Second World" and hoped to have a face-to-face chat with Jimmy.
Spielberg happened to be in New York these two days, so the two made an appointment to meet in the afternoon.
The meeting place was a cafe. When Jimmy arrived, Spielberg was sitting by the window, watching the people passing by.
Jimmy walked over and apologized repeatedly: "Mr. Spielberg, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."
Spielberg turned around, shook hands with Jimmy first, and then smiled: "You are not late, I came early. I have been to this cafe once before, and the coffee is delicious, so I came early.
."
“This coffee is really good.”
"Mr. James, I won't waste our time anymore. Two movies directed by me are going to be released this year. I originally wanted to take a break, but after seeing "The Second World", I have some ideas."
Pierberg got straight to the point: "I want to get the film adaptation rights for "The Second World". Can you make the decision?"
"Of course, you can rest assured about this. I believe Romero has also told you about me." Jimmy guaranteed.
Spielberg nodded, "He said you are a very cunning businessman."
"Romero has always liked to joke..."
"But I like to cooperate with businessmen. It's very simple. Just talk about money. So, Mr. James, how much do I need to pay for the film and television adaptation rights of "The Second World"?"
Jimmy looked at Spielberg. This was not the first time he had met Spielberg. He had been a screenwriter and had met Spielberg several times in real life. However, there was a big gap between their identities before.
, so I have never had such a face-to-face conversation.
I didn't expect Spielberg to be so straightforward, but he couldn't handle it.
Jimmy thought for a while and said, "Mr. Spielberg, I wonder if you will film it immediately after buying the film and television adaptation rights?"
After hearing Jimmy's words, Spielberg squinted at him and then smiled: "It seems that you are not only a cunning businessman, but also a very far-sighted businessman."
Jimmy smiled and said, "I just think about my author. YU needs more than one or two million US dollars."
"So, the price is between one hundred and two million US dollars?"
"Five years, 1.5 million."
"Impossible." Spielberg refused simply. "Jurassic Park is only 1.5 million, and the 1.5 million also includes other copyrights, not just film and television adaptation rights."
"How much do you think is appropriate?"
"Fifty million, five years, as long as the film and television adaptation rights."
"one million."
"Five hundred and fifty thousand."
The next scene was extremely childish, with the two of them telling each other numbers and slowly leaning towards the middle.
Eventually, the numbers summed up at 750,000.
Chapter completed!