"What do you mean you are so awesome?"
When Bi Feiyu saw Yu Hua's movement, he walked over with curiosity on his face and reached out to take the manuscript in Yu Hua's hand, but Yu Hua suddenly dodged it.
"I haven't finished reading yet, why are you so anxious?"
"What is this?" Bi Feiyu asked.
"Yu Dong's new book."
Bi Feiyu looked at Yu Dong who was fiddling with the shoe cabinet at the door, and said unexpectedly: "Is it that novel related to semiotics? Didn't you say that you didn't start writing the text when you had dinner last time? It's only been a few days, and the novel has just finished
Finished?"
Yu Hua chuckled: "You, your thinking is still conservative. Let me tell you, this is not that novel, but another one."
"Another one?"
"Ang, another article. This guy Yu Yuanwai has come up with another novel on a whim these days. I've just read less than half of it. It's really good."
Bi Feiyu didn't expect that Yu Dong would write another novel. He looked at the manuscript in Yu Hua's hand and saw that it was not too thin, so Yu Dong's new novel should be not short either.
I'm afraid only Yu Dong can come up with an idea and write a book in these few days.
Yu Dong said with a smile outside the door: "It's not that fast. In fact, I had an idea for this novel when I was in the first few days. I sorted out the information a few days ago, and I felt like it all of a sudden, so I took advantage of the opportunity to finish the novel."
"What a great opportunity." Bi Feiyu gave a thumbs up, "How come it has become so easy for you to write a novel and get it from Yu Yuwai?"
Then he reached out to Yu Hua and said, "Bring me what you've read first, and I'll see how awesome it is."
Yu Hua nodded and gave some of the manuscript to Bi Feiyu: "Take a look."
Bi Feiyu took the manuscript and sat down next to Yu Hua. He did not forget to tell Yu Dong, "Yu Yu, please make me a cup of tea."
Yu Dong curled his lips and said, "Yes, I still have to come and serve you two uncles."
He stood up, made tea, brought it to Bi Feiyu, and asked again: "Didn't you say you had a card game tonight? Old Bi, you should come back to Yu Hua to play cards. Come to my place now."
Now, what about the other two people at the card table?"
Bi Feiyu said without raising his head: "Let Yu Hua go back and tell them."
Yu Hua turned her body to the side and ignored him at all.
Bi Feiyu looked at Yu Dong again, "Why don't you, dear brother, help us run a trip?"
Yu Dong followed suit and ignored him, running into the study.
Seeing that none of them were willing, Bi Feiyu said to himself: "No need to look for it. They will be anxious in a while and will definitely come by themselves."
…
On the other side, Mo Yan and Liu Changmin waited at the table for about ten minutes. Just forget that Yu Hua didn't come back, and Bi Feiyu who went out to look for Yu Hua was nowhere to be seen.
"What happened? Are these two living people missing?" Liu Changmin looked at his watch. It was almost eight o'clock.
Ever since Liu Changmin's wife and daughter came to school, he rarely played cards. Today, he finally had the opportunity to come over to play a game with Mo Yan and the others. Unexpectedly, two people had already left before the cards started.
He couldn't play too late. If these two people didn't come back, the card wouldn't work.
"How about I go look for it again?" Mo Yan suggested, "It's such a big place, where can they go?"
Liu Changmin thought for a while and said, "Let's go together. Don't let me wait here alone if you don't come back after you go."
"also."
After saying that, the two got up and walked towards Yu Dong's house.
The door of Yu Dong's house was not closed. When they arrived at the corridor in front of Yu Dong's house, they saw Yu Hua and Bi Feiyu sitting on the sofa.
Seeing the two old men reading the manuscript on the ground, Mo Yan got angry and said, "Okay, where did you two go? It turns out you were here to hide and seek."
Bi Feiyu looked up at Mo Yan and Liu Changmin, and said with a smile: "Let me tell you, if they can't wait for us, they will definitely come."
Yu Hua nodded without taking his eyes off the manuscript, "Exactly."
Mo Yan and Liu Changmin looked at the two people sitting on the sofa inexplicably, and then looked at each other, wondering what was going on.
"What are you looking at?" Liu Changmin asked.
"It's a good thing." Bi Feiyu said with a smile, "Come on, come on, I guess I won't be able to play this card tonight. Let's watch it together and appreciate Yu Yuanwai's new work."
When they heard it was Yu Dong's new work, they both became interested.
"Written out so quickly?"
Bi Feiyu and Yu Hua smiled and didn't explain. They just divided the manuscript a little more and gave them to them.
Liu Changmin took the manuscript and gave it to Mo Yan first: "Mo Yan, you have good eyes and can read quickly. Let's read it first. After you finish the first page, show it to me. Let's pick up the train."
Mo Yan was not humble, nodded and took the manuscript.
Seeing "Border Town" on the title page of the manuscript, he was quite surprised and asked: "Why is it "Border Town"?"
"That's the chapter name. There are so many questions. Just read it."
The corner of Mo Yan's mouth twitched and he muttered: "You can't ask anymore."
Yu Dong heard the voices of Mo Yan and Liu Changmin in the study, and stretched his head out to take a look. Seeing them reading the manuscript, he retracted his head. He was afraid that the two uncles would be like Bi Feiyu again and ask him to serve tea.
…
Of course, Yu Hua read the manuscript first. He gave the remaining manuscript to Bi Feiyu and ran to the kitchen to add some water to his teacup.
He was really happy to read this novel.
In addition to the good writing of this novel, it is also because Yu Dong included his book in the novel. The second chapter after "Border Town" is his "To Live".
This guy is a good guy outside the membership.
After taking a sip of tea, Yu Hua ran to the study room again. Seeing Yu Dong writing something at his desk again, he said with a smile: "This novel just came out, are you going to write something else?"
Yu Dong smiled and shook his head: "No, I'm just sorting out the information I copied before."
What he is currently sorting out are Chang Huaiying's handwriting. What he wants to do is, if there is an opportunity, include some of Mr. Chang's handwriting when publishing.
"What information was copied?" Yu Hua asked.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This is the information related to this novel."
Yu Dong put down the information in his hand and briefly told Yu Hua about the discovery of Mr. Chang's handwriting.
After listening, Yu Hua held the tea cup and said with emotion, "I didn't expect that Mr. Chang in this book still has a prototype. Can you show me these things he wrote?"
"Of course." Yu Dong nodded and handed the transcript to Yu Hua.
Yu Hua took the information, looked at it briefly, and then said with a smile: "You used some things in the novel, and some things were useless."
"The story of Mr. Chang and his lover is basically irrecoverable. I can only extract some things from it to construct a new story."
Yu Hua chuckled and said, "Reduction has never been what we writers have to do."
Yu Dong nodded slightly. Yu Hua was right. Writers are not journalists, and the work they have to do has never been about restoration.
Writers often only extract what they want, and then use it to construct the story they want.
"Does this book have a name?" Yu Hua asked again.
"No."
Yu Dong shook his head. During this period, he had been writing stories vigorously and had never thought about naming the book.
But when a book is written, it must have a name.
He looked at Yu Hua: "Do you have any suggestions?"
"What advice can I have? You can write your own book and think of its own name."
"What do you think about calling it "Old Book"?" Yu Dong asked.
"Old book?" Yu Hua chewed these two words carefully, then frowned and said, "It doesn't sound like anything, neither good nor bad."
"I only think about this for the moment." Yu Dong said.
"It doesn't matter, just think about it slowly." Yu Hua laughed.
He thought it was pretty good. Yu Dong could write everything quickly, but there was always one thing he couldn't do quickly.
And he also knows that sometimes choosing a book title is more confusing than writing the book.
…
Yu Dong and Yu Hua chatted for a long time in the study room, and Bi Feiyu and the others also finished reading the book one after another.
After reading the manuscript, Mo Yan looked excited. Yu Dong dragged him out of the study and insisted on having a good chat with him about the book.
At this moment, Cheng Yanqiu happened to come back from practicing the piano in the piano room. When he saw Yu Hua and the others were there, he was a little surprised and asked, "Are you going to play cards at my house tonight?"
Bi Feiyu smiled and said: "No, let's take a look at Yu Dong's new book."
"Has it been finished?"
"Well, it's finished." Yu Dong nodded.
Hearing that it had been finished, Cheng Yanqiu also breathed a sigh of relief. During this period, he saw Yu Dong sleeping and forgetting to eat and sleep because of this book. He felt distressed, but he couldn't say anything.
She even regretted finding Mr. Chang's books. Without those books, Yu Dong would not be so tired.
In the past, when she first met Yu Dong, her feelings for him were more of an appreciation for a young writer, thinking that he could produce more works for the world to see.
Later, when they really got together, her thoughts completely changed. No matter what works or talents, they were not as important as her body.
"I'll get you some snacks, let's chat while we eat."
"Thank you, sister-in-law."
"Trouble."
Seeing Cheng Yanqiu go to find food for them, Yu Dong curled his lips and said: "Give them food, and the blind man lights the lamp in vain."
"Eat something, look at you like this." Bi Feiyu smiled and raised the manuscript in his hand, "Let me tell you, your manuscript is in my hand now. If you make me unhappy, be careful.
A handful of ashes were burned to it."
Yu Hua chuckled: "This shows the benefits of using a computer to write."
Yu Dong pointed to his head with an indifferent expression: "Don't worry, it's all stored here. Anyway, this manuscript needs to be revised and copied again."
"Okay, okay, no more joking." Bi Feiyu suddenly made a serious expression, "Tell me, did Yu Hua give you a red envelope? You also want to write "Alive" in the book
inside."
Mentioning "Alive", Yu Hua said proudly: "I didn't ask him for the copyright fee, so it's good, but I gave him a red envelope?"
"Oh, I'm even shaking."
"I think you were included in it because you didn't have any works, so you're probably feeling sour."
Bi Feiyu touched his nose and said, "Don't mention it, it's really a little bit."
Mo Yan rolled his eyes at the two of them, "Stop it, I want to hear Yu Dong talk about how he wrote this story. Didn't he say that he wanted to write about semiotics before? Why did he suddenly write this novel? What happened in the middle?
Did something happen that we don’t know about?”
Yu Dong smiled, got up and went to the study to take out the pile of information and distributed it to them. Yu Hua had already read it, so naturally he didn't take it.
"Is this?" Mo Yan looked at the information in his hand, "It seems to be your handwriting?"
"Well, it is indeed my handwriting, but the content inside is not written by me. All these contents come from an old gentleman's collection of books. I have collected the originals and these are copied by me."
Bi Feiyu looked at the information in his hand and came to some understanding, "Is this old gentleman the prototype of Mr. Chang in the book?"
"Yes, that's right. Most of the stories about Mr. Chang and his wife in the book come from these records. This Mr. Chang is from Shanghai and lives in JA District, not far from the home of an uncle of mine. When I was a child, I
When I went to my uncle's house to play, I saw..."
This time, Yu Dong told Yu Hua and others in detail how he knew Mr. Chang and how he obtained these books.
After listening, Yu Hua joked, "I think you should add another line in this novel to include the story of you and Teacher Cheng, especially when you returned to Jinling and Teacher Cheng went through all kinds of hardships.
The process of finding these 256 books."
Cheng Yanqiu, who was not far away, smiled and said: "Teacher Yu, you are joking, there is no need to go through all kinds of hardships."
"I believe there must be some. These are more than 250 books. If nothing else, they must have cost a lot of money."
When Yu Hua mentioned money, Yu Dong raised his eyebrows. He had never thought about money from beginning to end.
But now that I think about it, these books may have really cost Cheng Yanqiu a lot of money.
Although they are married, they both manage their own finances.
Donglai usually buys big things at home, but Cheng Yanqiu usually spends a lot of money, so she probably didn't save much money.
If these books were more expensive, they might empty Cheng Yanqiu's coffers.
"Actually, it's not bad. People basically don't ask for much, and most of them are at normal prices."
Mo Yan said: "Mr. Chang's story is certainly touching, but Yu Dong's way of threading the needle still amazed me, especially the fact that he was able to revolve the story around a certain book, which fully proved his ability to control. There is just one comparison.
pity……"
"What's the pity?" Liu Changmin asked curiously.
After reading the entire manuscript, he felt that it was really well written. It was very good in every aspect, and there was nothing to criticize at all. So Mo Yan said that there were some pity points, which made him a little curious.
Mo Yan said with a smile: "It's a pity that I have read all the books mentioned in it. If there are some less famous articles, it would be unexpected for me to find some good works after reading them.
Chapter completed!