Yu Dong was pouring tea while listening to Jin Yucheng speak. Jin Yucheng probably didn't even know that his current speaking style would have a great influence on his future works.
The language style of "Flowers" has something in common with Jin Yucheng's current speaking style, that is, there is no place to break into a period from beginning to end of a sentence, but it seems that every sentence can be broken into a period.
When primary school students learn composition, their teachers always tell them not to “play until the end”.
But Jin Yucheng likes to do this. He always uses a lot of commas, and he doesn't like paragraphs. He always squeezes one paragraph into another.
When Jin Yucheng took the tea from Du Dong, he said thank you and continued: "When I was in the editorial department..."
After talking for a while, he got down to business: "I came here this time to ask you for a manuscript."
Yu Dong and Bi Feiyu both breathed a sigh of relief, now they could finally get a word in.
The manuscripts collected by "Shanghai Literature" are unique. Before the 1990s, they were famous for their "short stories within 10,000 words" and "new citizen novels". They paid attention to the personalization of the text. The content of the story was not important, but how it was written.
Write.
At first glance, it sounds a bit like avant-garde literature, but it is actually different from avant-garde literature.
In recent years, everyone has focused on storytelling when writing novels and began to ignore textuality. "Shanghai Literature" has followed the trend, but still retains some of its own style.
Yu Dong didn't have any short stories recently, so he looked at Bi Feiyu, who smiled and said: "I haven't written any new stories recently, so I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."
"It's okay. I didn't expect to have a manuscript now. I just thought you would remember me when you have a manuscript. Basically, if "Harvest" and "Zhongshan" can be published, we can also publish them."
"Of course there is no problem." Yu Dong nodded, "I have been to the Writers Association several times before, but I have never visited your editorial office. I will definitely go there next time."
"Our editorial department is much more chaotic than that of Harvest. It's a mixed bag. If you're lucky, you can even meet a qigong master."
Yu Dong heard Wang Yu say about this situation. In fact, Harvest is not much better. Several of their editorial offices have suffered from the same situation in the past few years.
There are all kinds of people, some go to submit articles, some go to borrow phones, and some old military doctors and old Chinese medicine doctors want to advertise. There are also many business negotiations, but most of them are scammers. These days, scammers are so bold that even public institutions dare to enter.
.But maybe in their eyes, what they are doing is a real business, and it may not be considered a scam.
For example, some so-called "intermediaries" would go to the editorial department and persuade the editor-in-chief to compile "The Deeds of Advanced Entrepreneurs", and generously threatened to provide materials and manuscripts without charging any fees.
Of course, the editors in the editorial department knew their little ninety-nine. The so-called remuneration had already been collected from those "entrepreneurs". All they had to do was find someone to write a few more articles and send them out.
This kind of wishful thinking is fine on the headlines of ordinary tabloids, but not in magazines such as Harvest and Shanghai Literature.
Jin Yucheng left quickly. He declined Yu Dong's offer to treat him to dinner and said he would visit Su Tong again. Yu Dong even made a phone call for him to confirm that Su Tong was in the club.
After Jin Yucheng left, Bi Feiyu sighed: "Do all the people in Shanghai talk like this?"
Yu Dong asked back: "Is this how I talk?"
Bi Feiyu looked thoughtful: "The problem is that I can't figure out who is different between you and Jin Yucheng."
"Is this what Wang Anyi said?"
"It's somewhere between the two of you...maybe I'm leaning towards you more." After saying this, Bi Feiyu grabbed Yu Dong's shoulders, "Don't forget, you said you wanted to give me some advice."
Yu Dong shrank his shoulders, but did not withdraw his shoulders from Bi Feiyu's clutches, and said with a smile: "Let me think about it."
"Think about it now, I'll wait."
Yu Dong sighed, it seemed he didn't want to give Bi Feiyu any ideas, and he couldn't get away today.
After rolling his eyes and thinking for a long time, Yu Dong said, "Why don't you learn from other people's music departments and organize a band to sing and play instruments."
Bi Feiyu said speechlessly: "What kind of orchestra can my two classes form? It's not that there are no musical instruments, but as far as I know, there are basically three instruments, erhu, harmonica, and guitar, and the level is not very good.
."
"Please invite foreign aid. Didn't Feng Ming's partner Wu Aiyuan play the pipa for their class last year? Today they don't play the instrument and she happens to be free. If you invite her, she will be embarrassed to refuse." Yu Dong suggested.
Bi Feiyu thought for a while and nodded slightly: "This is also a method..."
When Yu Dong saw that his hand relaxed, he stooped and ran away, "I still have some things to do. The lock monster is on the door. Remember to lock the door for me."
…
More than a week later, the Jinyi Games was held as scheduled.
After half an hour of opening performance, the phalanx of each class began to enter. Yu Dong and Bi Feiyu, two more "favored" counselors, were also invited to the podium and took a seat in the second row.
Yu Dong looked at the phalanx of Gongmei 91 from a distance. The students were all standing obediently, and each one was wearing a hat. From the rostrum, there was really nothing visible.
Behind Gongmei 91 is the square formation of Xichuang 92. From a distance, it looks nothing special, but there is a float in the middle. There is no one on the float at the moment.
Yu Dong asked Bi Feiyu with a gossipy face: "What's going on in Xi Chuang 92? Did you really invite Teacher Wu? Why hasn't she gotten on the bus yet?"
"I guess they haven't come yet." Bi Feiyu said lightly, "It's still early for their turn."
Yu Dong curled his lips and didn't ask again. During this period, Bi Feiyu was very mysterious. Every time he was asked what program he had done, he refused to tell him. Last time Yu Dong asked Feng Ming, and Feng Ming also said
Not sure.
After the phalanx officially started to leave, Yu Dong saw a lot of people on the float on the Xi Chuang 92 side, everyone holding musical instruments, but the distance was a bit far, and Yu Dong couldn't see clearly who was there.
But this formation is really scary.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Didn't you hire a band from outside?" Yu Dong asked.
"Don't say it, don't say it." Bi Feiyu pretended to be profound.
After a while, Xi Chuang 92's square formation got closer, and Yu Dong noticed something was wrong. The people in the car seemed familiar... When I went there, it turned out to be Cheng Yanqiu and the others.
Cheng Yanqiu was in position C, and next to him were Wu Aiyuan and several other music school teachers whom Yu Dong had met. There were about seven or eight people, each holding an instrument, including a violin, flute, trumpet... Cheng Yanqiu was holding one in his hand.
violin.
Can she also play the violin?
Seeing Yu Dong's surprised expression, Bi Feiyu chuckled and said, "How about it? It's quite impressive."
"Lao Bi, why did you call Cheng Yanqiu too?"
"Isn't that the advice you gave me?" Bi Feiyu asked.
"I asked you to invite Wu Aiyuan."
"One invitation is enough. If you want to do it, just show off with some momentum."
"That's not right of you. What kind of band does your drama troupe have? It doesn't fit in with your professional characteristics."
"I didn't think it was right before, but then I thought about it. The drama class is a new major and the school's treasure. It needs the care of other majors to thrive." Bi Feiyu patted Yu Dong on the shoulder: "
In this battle, my dear brother, you should be the first to contribute. Not only did you contribute the plan, but your younger siblings also helped me. My younger siblings are so loyal. When I asked her for help, she agreed without saying a word. I'll call her later.
Your sister-in-law cooks some dishes to reward you, haha."
"..."
In fact, I don’t have any objections to Bi Feiyu starting a band, Yu Dong. The key is that their drama Chuang 92 happens to be behind Gongmei 91...
The phalanx continued to march and soon arrived at Gongmei 91.
After the announcer announced the slogan "Complete America 91", the students took off their hats together, and then became ferocious-looking one by one.
Not only were their faces ferocious, their bodies were also twisted, and they were moving forward at an irregular pace but neatly.
The announcer read the inspiration for the design of this square array: "Gongmei 91, they use very modern color combinations to seek a fusion with fear and thriller, novel action design, and..."
So far, Gongmei 91’s square array is actually pretty good, at least it’s still very novel.
But when the band behind them, Xi Chuang 92, came on stage, everything became different.
A passionate and high-pitched "Admission March" resounded throughout the playground, while the "zombie" team in front was still performing selflessly. The two teams were one behind the other, and it looked like the band behind was playing passionate music.
Drive away the zombies in front.
Chapter completed!