During the New Year's holiday in the past two years, Jinling was more lively than before, and restaurants were not closed during the New Year's holiday like in the past. Otherwise, it would be difficult for Lao Hu to invite me to dinner.
Normally, when they, the teachers, would have dinner together, they would go to Wu Changxin's relatives' house, but that house had been closed for the Chinese New Year a few days ago, so they had no choice but to find another restaurant.
Before a group of people arrived at Xinjiekou, they saw an open restaurant.
It's not a big hotel, but it's quite big. There's a sign at the door that says in calligraphy: Private rooms available.
"These words are well written, which is rare." Wu Changxin praised with a smile.
Everyone lifted up the plastic curtain and walked in. The hall was relatively deserted, except for two young men who had made a small hot pot and were eating.
There is a primary school student behind the counter, lying on the table doing homework.
When he heard someone coming in, the primary school student immediately stood up and asked politely: "Hello, do you want to eat? How many people are there?"
Hu Changqing roughly counted and said, "Eight or nine."
The primary school student nodded and shouted inside, "There are eight or nine distinguished guests, please come into the box!"
This shout was particularly loud and loud, which surprised Yu Dong and the others.
It is estimated that this restaurant has been open for a long time, and this kid has been influenced by it and has the temperament of a hotel waiter all over him.
Following his move, a very capable woman ran out of the kitchen.
"Guys, please come inside, it's warm inside."
Everyone followed the woman into the box. After taking their seats, Hu Changqing asked curiously, "Madam boss, is that your child outside?"
The landlady smiled and said, "Yes, he just entered the sixth grade. There was no one at home during the holidays, so I brought him to the store."
"He loves to study. When we first came in, we saw him doing homework," Wu Changxin said.
The wife of the boss laughed when she heard what Wu Changxin said, "His academic performance is not bad, but he doesn't like to do homework that much. What you saw just now is that he is writing a novel."
"writing a novel?"
Everyone was even more surprised. Yu Dong asked: "He is so young and has probably not read many novels. How could he think of writing novels?"
"Hey, it's not that his father likes to watch, so he also leads the way. I don't understand these things, and I don't care if it doesn't delay my studies. What do you want to have for dinner? It's the Chinese New Year, and my boss is the only one in the kitchen.
You order a few first, and I'll let him do it first."
Hu Changqing casually ordered a few common dishes. After the proprietress ran to explain to the chef, she ran back and continued to order for them.
There was no rush to order this time. Yu Hua asked about his children again, "Can I ask what novels your child likes to read and what novels he is writing now?"
We can't blame Yu Dong and the others for gossiping, this kind of situation is actually relatively rare.
The landlady smiled and said: "I don't know the specifics, but it's so confusing anyway. If you bosses want to know, wait for my boss to finish his work later and let him tell you."
Hearing what the landlady said, Yu Dong and the others couldn't ask any more questions.
"No, no, boss lady, go ahead and get busy, we are just curious."
Later, Yu Dong and the others never mentioned the matter again, and gradually forgot about it. However, the proprietress did not forget about it. When she came to serve the last dish, she said: "I asked just now and said that I was writing
Mystery novels, I don’t understand what a mystery novel is, and I don’t know if the bosses understand it.”
Bi Feiyu smiled and said, "This is even more strange. I thought that such a young child would like martial arts novels. Mystery novels in our country are not very popular."
"That was before." Yu Hua added, "Since Yu Dong wrote "Fatal Identity", mystery novels have also become popular in China. Of course, the key is to do a good job soliciting essays for the mystery novel "Grudge"."
The landlady nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, my child submitted a manuscript to "Sprout" before, but he didn't take it."
"I even submitted a manuscript."
Submitting a manuscript proves that you have written a complete work. No matter how well you write it, you have at least taken the first step and it no longer belongs to the category of self-entertainment.
That's why everyone was so surprised.
"Yes, yes, I just haven't."
The landlady said with a smile, and then went out to get busy.
In the private room, Yu Dong and the others discussed the novel written by the boss's wife's son.
"Writing novels so early means that children still have many ideas, but I am not very optimistic about it. It is too young and focusing on writing novels may not be a good thing." Hu Changqing said.
Wu Changxin said, "It's not necessarily a good thing or a bad thing. We don't know much about his situation, so it's hard to make a conclusion. The world is so big that there are many surprises. Maybe this is a rare genius."
Yu Hua continued: "It would be a good thing if someone could guide me. I'm just afraid that he only cares about writing and wasting the golden age of reading. The more than ten years since he was this age are the most important things in a person's life.
The best years of reading. As we are now, the passion for reading is completely incomparable with that time."
Yu Dong nodded and agreed, "Yu Hua is right, this is a good time for reading. But the landlady also said just now that her boss loves reading, and the children should not read less. And isn't this child the same?
It’s because you read a lot that you think of writing novels, so our worries are unnecessary.”
"I would like to see the manuscript that the child submitted for "Sprouting", a mystery novel written by a sixth-grade primary school student... My requirement for it is that there should be no too many mistakes in the wording and sentence making." Bi Feiyu said with a smile.
"If you really want to see it, you can ask the kid later."
Bi Feiyu shook his head, "It's better to say goodbye, otherwise it will put too much pressure on him."
Yu Hua rolled his eyes, "I just hope that someone will read his novels, otherwise I won't submit them."
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After the landlady left the box, she went to help her husband with the kitchen.
Tonight's business seems to be over, and after the guests in the box leave, they will also be closing.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! While working, the landlady started chatting about the guests asking about her son, "The guests in the box were quite curious when they saw Mo Wei writing a novel, so they asked a few more questions.
In other words, I think they are all cultural people, and they also know "Grudge"."
Mo Tian smiled: "You know that "Grudge" is a cultural person. You, you think the threshold for being a cultural person is so low."
"Then tell me, what does it mean to be a cultural person?"
"Cultural people..." Mo Tian scratched his head, "I can't say for sure."
"You can't tell." The landlady smiled, "I think you are a cultural person."
"What kind of cultural person am I?"
"Anyway, in my heart, you are a cultural person."
Mo Tian smiled and said nothing more.
The couple was cleaning up the kitchen, and Mo Wei shouted from outside, "Mom, dad, check out."
Mo Tian wiped his hands and said, "I'll go."
Coming out of the kitchen, Mo Tian looked at the menu and was about to settle the accounts for them. As he was settling the accounts, he suddenly saw a somewhat familiar face.
No, not one, but several.
Two days ago, Suzhou TV Station broadcast a special program about the Deep Space Company's annual meeting, and these faces were what Mo Tian saw that day.
Yu Hua, Bi Feiyu, Yu Dong...
He couldn't admit three mistakes at once.
Seeing his boss in a daze, Hu Changqing said with a smile, "Why, are we having trouble calculating the money for food?"
"Oh, no, it's sixty yuan in total."
"Sixty yuan?" Hu Changqing looked at Mo Tian in disbelief, "Boss, did you make a mistake in your calculation? How could it be only sixty yuan? Do you want to ask your boss lady to recalculate it?"
Others also found it strange that they ordered several hard dishes tonight and also got two bottles of wine, which cost more than sixty yuan.
Mo Tian waved his hand, "No, no, the Chinese New Year is coming soon. Our store is holding activities and the food prices are a little cheaper. The main thing is that teachers can eat and drink well."
Every teacher……
Yu Hua discovered the problem.
The landlady always calls them boss, but when it comes to the boss, she calls them teachers.
In all likelihood, this boss knows him and others.
Yu Hua smiled and said: "Secretary Hu, I guess this boss knows you."
"Do you know me?" Hu Changqing looked at the other party doubtfully.
The boss smiled and said to Yu Hua, "Actually, I know you, Teacher Yu Hua."
Yu Hua didn't expect that the boss knew him, so he asked with surprise: "Boss, how do you know me?"
"Actually, I not only know you, but I also know Teacher Yu Dong and Teacher Bi Feiyu." Mo Tian said.
Mo Wei, who was standing next to him, blinked, "Yu Dong?"
Mo Tian patted his son on the head and said with a smile, "My boy is also a fan of Teacher Yu Dong's books. He especially likes to read the book "Fatal Identity"."
Wu Changxin laughed, "Just now we were discussing this kid's novel writing, but I didn't expect him to be a fan of Yu Dong's books. But I didn't even expect that there are elementary school students who like to read "Fatal Identity"."
Lao Wu put it euphemistically. In fact, he felt that a book like "Fatal Identity" was not suitable for primary school students. After all, it was too dark for children.
But then again, it seems that none of Yu Dong's novels are suitable for primary school students. Only "The Martian" is more relaxed, but it involves a lot of scientific knowledge that primary school students may not understand.
It was the first time for Yu Dong to meet such a young book lover. He looked at Mo Wei in surprise, "Kid, I heard from your mother that you also write mystery novels, and you also submitted "Brudge". There is something for you over there.
Any feedback?”
Mo Wei said with some embarrassment, "They actually wrote back to me and gave me a few words of encouragement."
The main thing for poor students is to encourage them, so the situation is already very clear. It is probably because his writing is really not good, and the magazine is afraid that he will lose confidence, so they gave him a few words of encouragement.
"It doesn't matter. You are still young and you have plenty of opportunities to write novels. At this time, you still need to enrich yourself."
Mo Wei nodded and plucked up the courage to say, "Teacher Yu Dong, can you take a look at my manuscript? My dad is just like the editorial teacher at the magazine. He only encourages me and doesn't find faults. I don't even know
How can we make progress?"
Everyone laughed when they heard Mo Wei's words. This guy was really impressive. When the manuscript was returned, he not only didn't get discouraged, but he also focused on making progress.
Mo Tian snorted and laughed twice, "I also wanted to focus on encouragement."
When Bi Feiyu heard that Mo Wei wanted Yu Dong to read the manuscript to him, he winked at Dong and signaled Yu Dong to agree, because he himself also wanted to see Mo Wei's manuscript.
Yu Dong also started to love talents and nodded: "Of course, but can you show your manuscript to other teachers?"
Don’t be crazy about your little head: “Okay, okay.”
Then he took out a stack of manuscripts from under the counter.
The length is quite small, about a dozen sheets of manuscript paper and several thousand words.
Everyone found a place to sit down again. Yu Dong read it first, and then passed the finished manuscript on to others.
It didn't take too long to write a manuscript of several thousand words. Although Mo Wei was a primary school student and his handwriting was average, he was better at writing it neatly and it seemed effortless.
This is indeed a complete mystery novel.
The novel tells the story of a young detective named Mo Wei who encountered a murder case while traveling in Jinling. A guest died in a hotel box while dining.
Then Mo Wei found out through clues that the prisoner was the guest's friend who was dining with the guest.
This was originally a promotion banquet. The guest's friend was jealous of his friend's promotion, so he poisoned the food.
And the reason why there was only one deceased person was because the dish was fermented bean curd mixed with parsley, which only the deceased loved to eat.
The method of killing is very crude, and so is the entire novel.
But for a sixth-grade primary school student, it is already very good to be able to tell the story clearly.
Moreover, Mo Wei seems to have brought his aversion to fermented bean curd mixed with parsley into his work. The novel mentions how unpalatable this dish is several times. It may be that a customer had ordered it before, which left a deep impression on him.
Bar.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Originally, Yu Dong should not find problems for a sixth-grade primary school student, but when he saw Mo Wei looking at him helplessly, he said, "There are many problems. I
I only want to mention two points. One is the common sense issue. There are many common sense errors in the novel, which will make the story lose its authenticity. The other is the structural error. You want to show that the detective is very powerful, which is okay, but you are always in a hurry.
Throwing clues to the detective will not show the detective's power. This can be solved by putting some thought into the structure."
"Generally speaking, it's not bad, but I suggest that you don't just read mystery novels. You should read some novels of other genres and observe more about life. With the development of the times, mystery novels will also have to change.
, the reasoning methods in many well-known works have now fallen behind."
"Mystery novels not only test the author's compilation ability, but also test the author's understanding of life. The accumulation of more knowledge will be more conducive to your future writing."
…
When Yu Dong and the others left the store, the boss and his family sent them to the door. Mo Wei stood at the door and stared at Yu Dong and the others' backs for a long time.
After walking so far, Hu Changqing was still amazed, "You can write a novel of several thousand words in the sixth grade. From this point of view, this kid has an unlimited future. He may really become a master of mystery novels."
Wu Changxin agreed: "If nothing else, it is not easy to have such perseverance. It is unknown whether I will become a master of mystery novels in the future, but I will probably be able to make a living from writing."
"Haha, it's hard to say whether this kid will succeed, but the dozens of dollars saved tonight are real. It seems that your three faces are worth some money." Hu Changqing said with a smile.
Bi Feiyu also came up with something, and said with a smile, "Then the three of us paid for half of today's meal?"
"Go, go, I'll rely on you."
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While China is happily preparing for the New Year, readers in North America are welcoming YU's new book "The Martian."
During this time, YU fans are undoubtedly happy, because YU has published several novels, and "Deep Space" has just come out. Just when they thought it would take a while to see new books, "The Martian" is a blockbuster
release.
"Kane, YU's new book is on the shelves today. Are there any activities at your branch?"
Early in the morning, Liu Yukun received a call from his old classmate Lewis.
Liu Yukun joined the Boston branch of the YU Association very early. After graduating from high school, he went to Harvard and is now the vice president of the Boston branch.
And his old classmate Lewis went to school in Tennessee.
Lewis originally didn't like science fiction novels, but after Liu Yukun watched the movie "The Second World" on his behalf, he got into it and now he has become a very enthusiastic fan of YU books.
"Yes, it's still an old activity. Points are exchanged for books. Many members have already redeemed it."
"That's so boring." Lewis smiled, "I also want to learn from your activities."
It is worth mentioning that after Lewis went to Memphis, he also established a YU branch and was appointed president of the branch, responsible for developing the Memphis market.
"Internal activities are secondary. The key is external activities. If you want the branch to expand rapidly, you have to do more publicity activities." Liu Yukun said.
"Okay, okay, I have to go to the bookstore. I'm contacting cooperative bookstores these two days. Wish me luck."
"I wish you good luck. Maybe in the future when you get stronger, you can also invite YU to have a book signing in Memphis."
"I've never had such a dream."
After finishing the call with Lewis, Liu Yukun ran to the association and got the copy of "The Martian" that he had redeemed with his points.
Because today is the day when new books are put on the shelves, many people came to the association.
After everyone got the book, they found a place to read it seriously, and Liu Yukun was no exception.
Soon, Liu Yukun knew that "The Martian" was a very humorous novel, because the laughter of members could be heard from time to time in the association, and the smiles were very dense.
At first, Liu Yukun was a little confused. Is it so funny?
Later, he discovered that the members had tried their best to restrain themselves. If they had not restrained themselves, Liu Yukun believed that the members' laughter would have been louder and more intensive.
Of course, as a Chinese-American, he also discovered some humorous points that others could not discover, such as the name of the protagonist, such as the literary jokes that appear in the novel. If you don't know Yu Hua and Bi Feiyu, these humorous points will not be seen.
Chapter completed!