"Xiao Wang, what are you thinking about?"
Wang Hailin passed by the guard room with his head lowered and was stopped by Uncle Zhou. Because he joined the werewolf game group, Uncle Zhou had been getting closer to Wang Hailin recently. Seeing that he was worried, he asked.
"Hey, I want to write a novel." Wang Hailin shook his head and sighed. After chatting with Yu Dong, he went back to start writing, but when he actually wrote it, he found that it was not that easy.
There are some fragmentary plots in my mind, but either I can't connect them together, or I just write them down and feel that they don't feel right and boring.
For example, some plots seem reasonable at first glance, but upon closer analysis, they feel unreasonable.
"Novel? Whose novel?" Uncle Zhou asked.
"Mine."
"You write novels?" Uncle Zhou's surprise was written on his face, "Did Teacher Yu give you homework? No, what grade are you in, and Teacher Yu gave you homework? And the homework assigned by Teacher Yu are all prose.
I won't let you write novels or anything like that."
Not to mention, Uncle Zhou is a janitor, and he is very familiar with the teaching situation of the theater creation major.
"It's not an assignment. I want to write it myself. It's a long mystery novel. Isn't this a problem? I don't know where to start."
Wang Hailin had nothing to hide from Uncle Zhou, so he told him roughly what had happened. After listening, Uncle Zhou said with a smile, "It's good to write a novel. When your novel is published, I will send him the copy of your novel."
The magazines are placed on the top row of the bookshelf. You are right, Teacher Yu, just write about things on campus, because you are familiar with them and it is relatively easy to write them."
"It's such a rationale, but it's still not easy to write it down." Wang Hailin scratched his head in distress.
"You, I still don't see you enough. I've seen too many campus murders like that. I can't count them on both hands. There are murders of love, vendettas, and murders because of trivial matters."
"Really?" Wang Hailin didn't believe it. Uncle Zhou was good at everything but just liked to brag.
"What's the point of lying to you? There was an associate professor in a school who had a problem with his style and had an affair with a female student. Later, the female student asked him to divorce him and he refused. The woman took advantage of the man at the back door.
Without paying attention, he stabbed him with a knife and then committed suicide."
"What about our school?"
"It's been so long, I can't even remember which school I went to."
"Uh, is there anything else?"
"Yes." Uncle Zhou smiled, "But I'm at work right now, and I don't have time to chat with you one by one."
Wang Hailin was also sensible and said hurriedly, "Uncle, when you take over your shift in the evening, I will invite you to have a drink, and we can talk while drinking."
"Oh, it's just a few stories, okay, I'll wait for you tonight."
…
After "The Second World" was released in the UK, the box office was strong, but it also caused dissatisfaction among many people.
"Why is it that the picture that appears inside is not my home team?"
The average fan of a small team would naturally not be able to ask such a question, but fans of teams like Chelsea, Arsenal, Manchester City, and Tottenham would have an opinion, because the game scenes that appear in the movie are between Manchester United and Liverpool.
of.
Is it because I’m not a fan of Arsenal? Or is it that the Blues don’t have a good reputation?
In fact, it was not just the fans of other teams who did not appear in the screen who had objections, but also the fans of Liverpool were unhappy because in the game screen, their team was wearing away jerseys.
It's obviously a double club, why do you and Manchester United wear home jerseys?
Some people say that there are as many football hooligans as there are fans in the UK. This is definitely true, but it can also explain many problems. There are indeed many football hooligans in the UK.
Just because of this, fights broke out among many football hooligans.
But what's interesting is that most of the fights took place in London, and Manchester United fans were less attacked because they were far away.
In fact, most football hooligans say that football is higher than life and death, which is nonsense. Many people are just bored and causing trouble.
But the more violent they make, the higher the box office of "Second World" will be. On the one hand, the movie is indeed good-looking, and on the other hand, from a global perspective, no matter which two teams play, it is always their Premier League game.
, this kind of advertising effect will definitely be beneficial to other teams.
Even if I scold, I can only do it while watching the movie.
Universal Pictures didn't expect that it was just an advertisement to spread the cost, but it didn't expect that such a Premier League advertisement would directly detonate the film's box office in the UK.
In just one month, the box office of "The Second World" has surpassed "The Lion King" released this year and the British local film "Four Weddings and a Funeral", becoming the second highest box office in the British film history, second only to
"Jurassic Park".
But looking at the situation, "Second World" should be able to catch up soon.
Compared with breaking the global box office record of "Jurassic Park", it seems easier for "The Second World" to win the British box office record.
In fact, the box office performance in the UK this year has been very good. Before "The Second World", there were four movies with a box office of more than 20 million pounds. In addition to the two movies mentioned earlier, there are also "My Fair Daddy" and "The Second World".
Stone City Paradise".
With the box office performance of these movies, any one of them would have a chance to win the annual box office championship in other years, but there is no way, this year's box office competition is so cruel. Although "Stone City Paradise" also has more than 20 million
However, it only ranked fifth at the box office in pounds sterling.
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"Did you get kicked out by Teacher Yu again?"
As soon as Jia Zhangke entered the poetry reading activity classroom, he saw Ruan Xiaohu lowering his head to read a book, and joked with a smile. Jia Zhangke knew that Ruan Xiaohu didn't usually go out, and he would only go out when the teacher asked him to.
Ruan Xiaohu nodded, "The teacher ordered me to stay outside for three hours today before I can go back."
"Haha, actually you should go out of school for a walk. There is not much difference between staying here and staying in the dormitory." Jia Zhangke said with a smile, "Are there any new works in the past two days?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "No, I have just been reading for the past two days."
"By the way, do you still remember the last time I told you that you were going to turn your story "Little Tiger" into a script? I have already started writing it and I will show it to you when it is finished."
"Well, I'll wait for you."
Jia Zhangke said that he wanted to change "Little Tiger" into a script, but Ruan Xiaohu didn't pay much attention to it. In his opinion, Jia Zhangke was just using this novel to practice.
"I have no money now. When I make a movie later, I will help you pay for the licensing fee." Jia Zhangke said again.
Before Jia Zhangke met Ruan Xiaohu in person, he had read the novel "Little Tiger" in a magazine, and at that time he had the idea of ​​making this novel into a movie.
What he didn't expect was that the author himself would be signed by Principal Wu.
It was not a sensation when Ruan Xiaohu became the writer-in-residence at Jinyi University, but Wu Changxin still posted a notice on the notification board. When Jia Zhangke saw the notice, he felt that he was very destined to "Little Tiger", and his previous thoughts changed.
more intense.
Jia Zhangke thought for a moment, closed Ruan Xiaohu's book, and said with a smile, "Let's go, I'll take you for a walk. It's not a good thing to stay in school all the time."
"Where to go?" Ruan Xiaohu asked.
"Go to Jinling University, we have a branch there."
Ruan Xiaohu pondered for a while, nodded and said, "Okay."
It's better to go for a walk, otherwise the teacher will ask him where he has been and he won't know how to answer.
The Jinling University branch is the most developed among all branches. It had its own mobile classroom very early. When Jia Zhangke and Ruan Xiaohu arrived, there were seven or eight students in the mobile classroom.
Jia Zhangke came here often and looked familiar. When they saw him, the students in the classroom greeted him one after another.
"President Jia, you are here to inspect the work again today."
The president of the poetry reading club is Liu Changmin, but Jia Zhangke usually does a lot of things, so many people jokingly call him President Jia.
Jia Zhangke was also used to it. He waved his hand and said with a smile: "Let's see how your branch has developed recently. By the way, I will introduce an important person to you."
When the others heard what he said, they all looked at Ruan Xiaohu.
"This is Ruan Xiaohu." Jia Zhangke introduced.
When they heard the name Ruan Xiaohu, the seven or eight people had different reactions, some were indifferent, and some were surprised.
Someone asked, "Is it Ruan Xiaohu, the author of "Little Tiger" and "Lingshan"?"
Jia Zhangke looked at the other party and said with a smile, "Old Yan, you still have a good memory. Ruan Xiaohu is now the writer-in-residence of our Jinyi School. There is nothing to do today, so I will bring him over to see everyone."
Ruan Xiaohu also greeted them, "Hello everyone."
"Hello."
The students responded, but they didn’t know what to call them. Let’s call them names. After all, Ruan Xiaohu is a writer who has published many articles. Let’s call him teacher. Ruan Xiaohu is too young, younger than most of them.
"You can just call me Xiaohu." Ruan Xiaohu said.
"Teacher Xiaohu." They still consciously added the word teacher.
The word "teacher" makes Ruan Xiaohu feel a little embarrassed. What kind of teacher he is, he just wrote a few unknown novels. In his heart, the teacher should be like Yu Dong.
But if someone calls him that, he can't say anything.
In fact, Ruan Xiaohu's novels are more famous than he thought. When "Little Tiger" came out, it attracted a lot of attention.
Nowadays, he is different from those writers who submit articles everywhere every day. Many magazines take the initiative to ask him to write articles. In Yu Hua's words, this is called famous.
Writers are rare creatures. Regardless of whether they have read Ruan Xiaohu's novels or not, when students see a writer coming over, they naturally can't help but want to get closer and see the real person.
Therefore, soon a circle of people gathered around Ruan Xiaohu.
Ruan Xiaohu is not very outgoing, but he does not have stage fright. After all, he has been in society and worked as a tour guide, so he can easily deal with a group of students.
"Teacher Xiaohu, how did you get into writing?"
"Why did you go to Jinyi?"
"I heard that you dropped out of high school before finishing high school. Was it because you were ready to make a living by writing at that time?"
When faced with the students' questions, he would answer them one by one as long as he could answer them. If he couldn't answer, he would not answer them, and he would not make up any stories to deceive them.
…
When Cheng Liye passed by the poetry reading club activity room, he heard the noise inside, so he put his head in and took a look.
I only saw a group of people gathered together, and there seemed to be someone in the middle, but I couldn't see who it was.
He did meet Jia Zhangke.
Cheng Liye is focused on the Poetry Reading Club. After all, such a large organization is right under his nose. As the deputy dean of the School of Liberal Arts, he certainly cannot ignore it.
So he knew Jia Zhangke who came here often.
Jia Zhangke also saw Cheng Liye and hurriedly came up to say hello, "Hello, Dean Cheng."
Cheng Liye nodded, then pursed his lips toward the crowd, "What's going on?"
Jia Zhangke explained with a smile, "Ruan Xiaohu is here. The students are quite curious and are chatting with him."
"Ruan Xiaohu?" Cheng Liye was no stranger to this name. He not only knew that Ruan Xiaohu was Jin Yi's newly signed writer-in-residence, but also knew that Ruan Xiaohu was Yu Dong's student.
I have heard my daughter mention it before, but I have never seen what it looks like in person.
"I'll go take a look too." Cheng Liye walked over with a smile and saw the young man surrounded by students. He had handsome features and looked very clean.
When a dean like him stood next to the crowd, other students naturally noticed it and greeted him one after another.
"Hello, Dean Cheng."
Jia Zhangke also walked up and introduced Ruan Xiaohu, who looked confused, "Xiaohu, this is Dean Cheng of the School of Liberal Arts. The Poetry Reading Club also relies on his support to develop so well."
"Hello, Dean Cheng." Ruan Xiaohu said hello quickly.
Cheng Liye said with a smile, "Welcome to our Jinling University. How about it? Is the reading atmosphere here at Jinling University okay?"
"Very good, the students are very enthusiastic." Ruan Xiaohu replied.
"If you think it's good, you can come and sit more often. If you like it here, you can also come to our school to be a writer-in-residence. Principal Wu and Yu Dong, I'll tell them."
"Thank you, Dean Cheng, for your kindness. I am doing very well at Jinyi now."
Cheng Liye nodded, "Okay, you continue and I won't interrupt you. Next time you have time, come over with your teacher."
After saying that, Cheng Liye left.
Ruan Xiaohu looked at Cheng Liye's back and asked Jia Zhangke in a low voice, "Did you tell Dean Cheng about my teacher?"
Jia Zhangke shook his head, "No."
Ruan Xiaohu said a little strangely, "Then how did he know?"
"I don't know. Maybe your teacher told him. I guess Dean Cheng is very familiar with Teacher Yu. I heard him mention Teacher Yu several times before."
"Oh, that's right." Ruan Xiaohu nodded and didn't think much about it.
…
The New Year is very early this year, and it’s New Year’s Eve on January 30th.
In January, the weather is getting colder and colder. The weather forecast has always said that there will be snow, but it has not yet fallen.
On the morning of the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Yu Dong and Cheng Yanqiu ran to the Civil Affairs Bureau with the certificate issued by their work unit. The calendar said that today was the day to get married and obtain the certificate, so many people came to the Civil Affairs Bureau in the morning.
When we came out after receiving the certificate, heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky. Another newlywed couple who had been queuing together just came out and complained angrily: "It's really unlucky. The snow won't fall until we get the certificate."
Although the newlyweds may not be superstitious, they still felt a little bad when they saw everything in white on the day they received their certificates.
Yu Dong didn't take it seriously and pulled Cheng Yanqiu forward, "Get your certificate today and let's go have a good meal."
"What's good to eat?" Cheng Yanqiu asked.
"As you walk, if you see a house that you like, go in."
Cheng Yanqiu thought this was a good idea and nodded, "Okay."
Without holding an umbrella, the two of them just walked hand in hand on the road.
The snow was getting heavier and a thin layer was laid on the ground. Yu Dong put his marriage certificate and household registration book in his arms to prevent them from getting wet from the snow.
He looked at the snow falling on Cheng Yanqiu's head and said with a smile, "As I walk, my head turns white as I walk."
As he walked, his head turned white, and Cheng Yanqiu smiled knowingly.
She thought that maybe it hadn't snowed in the past few days just to wait for today. One day, they would be like today, with two frost-white hairs on their heads, holding hands and walking on the road - she hoped they would be so
one day.
The two walked for a while without deciding what to eat. Cheng Yanqiu suddenly said: "How about we go to that duck blood vermicelli restaurant."
Yu Dong smiled and said: "This is our first meal after getting married. Are you really going to eat duck blood vermicelli?"
"Well, I suddenly want to eat his duck blood vermicelli."
"Okay." Yu Dong nodded, "We want a perfect match today."
The so-called top version is just a large portion with more ingredients inside.
The two of them had been together many times, and because of their outstanding temperament, the boss was very impressed with them. Hearing that they wanted to match the meal, he even added more ingredients, and the two of them almost didn't finish the meal.
Although the meal was very simple, both of them were very happy because this duck blood vermicelli shop held a lot of memories for them.
…
The next day, Yu Dong took the materials and went to Wu Changxin to ask for a house.
Wu Changxin has been keeping an eye on Yu Dong's marriage. The house has been arranged for them long ago and is waiting for them to pick it up.
"I have obtained the certificate, when are you going to get the wine?"
Whenever someone in the school gets married, Wu Changxin is very happy. When Yu Dong marries Cheng Yanqiu, he is even happier.
"It is tentatively planned to be in the autumn, and I will definitely notify you of the specific time." Yu Dong said with a smile.
"Where are you going, Shanghai or Jinling?"
"Jinling."
Hearing that it was Jinling, Wu Changxin said with a smile, "Jinling is great. Find a holiday, and the school teachers will go there to have a lot of fun. If you can't find a hotel, I will rent the school auditorium to you later. It's not impossible."
"
"Goodbye, no one gets married in the school auditorium, and it's not like watching a performance."
"Haha, just kidding. Okay, go ahead and get busy. There are still a lot of things waiting for you from now on."
In fact, Yu Dong was not very busy. For the decoration, he found a professional team and asked them to come up with a plan. Then he and Cheng Yanqiu selected the plan, and they did not need to worry about the rest.
The only thing keeping him busy recently is school work. Because the winter vacation is approaching, the school has a lot of finishing work, and he has to attend various meetings.
These things are the same every year, and they are just taking up time.
He has no new works to write recently, so he still has a lot of time, but he can manage it.
However, although he has no new works to write, this month is the peak period for publishing his works. The six manuscripts he sent out some time ago were all published in January.
Six magazines including "Flower City", "Harvest", and "Zhongshan" seemed to have agreed upon it, and they all chose to publish Yu Dong's article in January.
Later they discovered that it was not just their family that had received Yu Dong's manuscript.
As a serious fan of Yu Dong's books, Fang Tao's feeling during this period is: the whole world is Yu Dong.
At the end of last month, he first read the serials of "Deep Space" and "The Martian". At the beginning of this month, every time he bought a magazine, he found a new work by Yu Dong.
"Well, People's Literature is about to have a manuscript written by Yu Dong. It's pretty good. This short story is very good."
"Hey, Huacheng also got Yu Dong's manuscript? Oh, it's still a medium, this one is better."
"What, "Zhongshan" and "Harvest" also released Yu Dong's new works?"
"Is Yu Dong crazy?"
Yu Dong, who rarely publishes short and medium stories, published six in a month.
Could it be said that Yu Dong will start a crazy publishing mode this year? If he publishes six articles a month at this rate, he will publish seventy-two articles a year...
Just thinking about it made Fang Tao feel very excited.
Later, "Literary News" published an article specifically discussing why Yu Dong published six short stories and short stories in one month.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This article puts forward two arguments. The first point is that Yu Dong may be destocking, that is to say, taking out all the unpublished novels he has written before.
Published. Secondly, it may be because Yu Dong heard the news that the short and novella award was going to be reopened, so he published short and medium stories like crazy in order to win the award.
…
"These people are so idle."
In Yu Hua's house, three people gathered around a coal stove, warming their hands and eating melon seeds. Bi Feiyu talked about the article in "Literary News" and gave a very pertinent comment.
To this, Yu Hua expressed great agreement, "Yes, I am so idle, but Dudong, you have published six new articles at once, which really scared them."
Bi Feiyu smiled and said, "Six articles are nothing. I still have a few articles that I haven't published yet. Let's make an appointment with the three of us to publish them together and give them a hundred-article battle."
"Three people, one hundred stories, how dare you think about it." Yu Hua curled his lips, "I don't have any short or medium stories for you to make up the number for you. I've been thinking about a long story recently."
"What long story?" Bi Feiyu asked.
"I haven't decided on a name yet. Regarding blood sellers, I'm going to write more nonsense in this novel," Yu Hua said.
"What do you mean by writing more nonsense?" Bi Feiyu asked confused.
"Isn't this easy to understand? Write more nonsense and thicker writing, and you can make more money. Mainly because I have been with you every day recently. I feel that my nonsense is getting better and better. This skill must be used.
OK."
Bi Feiyu glanced at Yu Hua and asked Yu Dong, "Do you know what's going on with his new book?"
Yu Dong actually knew, and he knew more than Yu Hua himself. He had read "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" several times. But when Bi Feiyu asked him, he shook his head, "No.
I know it, I just heard it.”
Bi Feiyu looked at Yu Hua again, "Just hearing the word selling blood, you know it's very painful."
"You know me, my work is always humorous."
"I know you like to make readers laugh and cry."
"It's okay to laugh and cry. It's better than you. It always makes readers unable to laugh or cry."
Bi Feiyu thought Yu Hua's comment was quite interesting, and pointed at Yu Dong and asked Yu Hua, "What about him, what do you think of his works?"
"His works." Yu Hua looked at Yu Dong and muttered, "His works first make people laugh and cry, then make them cry and laugh, and in the end they don't know whether to cry or laugh. But the recent article "
I watched "Tree Hole" and skipped the first two steps. At the last step, I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. You said you wanted to laugh. It was really funny, but you were embarrassed to laugh. After all, the protagonist was miserable. You said you wanted to cry.
Well, I can cry in some places, but I just can’t cry out.”
"Isn't that the same as me? It makes you unable to cry or laugh."
"It's still different." Yu Hua shook his head, "When you finish reading "Tree Hole" and watch it again, be prepared to cry. Yu Dong buried all the subsequent emotions in front of him,
Only when you read the back part and then read the front part will you know why you are crying.”
Yu Dong picked up a peanut from the side of the coal stove, peeled it and put it in his mouth, "You can also submit articles to "Literary News". It's a pity that you don't want to be a critic."
…
On the third day of the winter vacation, Fang Tao had nothing to do at home and went out for a walk. When he passed by the bookstore, he ran in and took a look.
The bookstore owner Dai Huan was already very familiar with Fang Tao. When he saw him coming, he pointed to the shelf and said, "There are a few new "Poetry Magazine" here. Do you want to buy one?"
Fang Tao curled his lips, "Brother Huan, did you meet me on the first day? When did you see me buy "Poetry Magazine"?"
Dai Huan smiled and said, "I bet you will buy a copy today."
"What do you mean?" Fang Tao asked confused.
"Just look at the cover of this issue of "Poetry Magazine" and you will know."
"Cover?"
With doubts, Fang Tao ran to the shelf and found "Poetry Magazine". On the cover... Fang Tao suddenly showed a surprised expression, because he actually saw Yu Dong's name on it.
Is it the same name?
Yu Dong did write poetry. Fang Tao had heard about it when he went to Jinyi University. He also saw that poem at a poetry reading meeting. It was a very short modern poem. It is said that it was Yu Dong's first poetry reading meeting at that time.
It was written improvisationally.
It's not an earth-shattering and wonderful poem, but it is quite artistic when read. I heard that Yu Dong wrote such a poem and it has not been published anywhere.
With doubts, Fang Tao followed the catalog and turned to that page.
It turns out to be a five-character quatrain. The poem is very simple, catchy to read, and tells a pastoral scene.
There is just such a poem on the whole page, and there is an introduction to the origin of this poem below.
The introduction said that this poem was written by Yu Dong to his lover. It had not been published before. Instead, it was written and hung in the lobby of Lanshi Hotel. Later, the editor saw it by chance and contacted Yu Dong himself to publish it in the Poetry Journal.
"above.
It was really written by Yu Dong!
In this way, Yu Dong not only published six novels this month, but also published a short poem, adding up to a total of seven works.
It's crazy.
Dai Huan saw Fang Tao fascinated by his thoughts and said with a smile, "How about this issue of "Poetry Magazine"?"
Chapter completed!