"This kid is crazy."
Zhao Changtian sighed, "Before, he said that he would quit his job and write full-time, and he would also experience it on the ground. I felt relieved when I saw him excited, but I didn't expect him to be like this now."
After hearing Zhao Changtian's unclear explanation, Yu Dong asked again, "What exactly is going on?"
"It's like this. Didn't you Deep Space publish a call for essays before and let him see it... The novel has been sent out, but he didn't show it to me. From what I saw, it was probably because the response to the novel was not very good, so
My confidence has been hit. This child is like this. He has not been able to resist pressure since he was a child and is mentally fragile."
"Really? He also submitted an essay contest. Do you know the name of the novel he submitted?"
"I just don't know... I don't know much about the Internet. Can you find out which one is him?"
"cannot."
In fact, knowing Zhao Yan's address, the backend should be able to find out which account belongs to him, but Yu Dong still told Zhao Changtian that he couldn't and directly gave up his idea.
"Well, actually even if you can, I can't let you go find him, otherwise I won't have any trust in him. Okay, since he hasn't come to find you, I won't bother you. I'll go back to Shanghai when I have time.
Come to the Writers Association and have a look."
Yu Dong rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you know when he started uploading articles?"
Zhao Changtian recalled it and said, "It must have been in mid-May. He specifically told me that I was reading the selections for the July issue."
"Mid-May..." Yu Dong thought thoughtfully.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I will come back to Shanghai to meet you when I have time."
"Well, then I'll just sweep the bed and wait."
…
After hanging up the phone, Yu Dong ran to the study room and turned on the computer.
He remembered that the article "The End of the Great Wall" which seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains was uploaded in mid-May, which aroused some of his reverie.
Compared to Zhao Changtian, Yu Dong is more optimistic about Zhao Yan. He believes that Zhao Yan is talented in this area.
Since Zhao Yan participated in the essay competition so seriously, there should be no splash at all, so Yu Dong thought of Crossing Thousand Mountains.
Crossing Thousands of Mountains is the only one among the top ten in the first issue that has not contacted Deep Space Company to sign a contract, and it seems to be a book released in mid-May. There are so many coincidences that Yu Dong has to think about it.
Turning on the phone, opening the website, and finding "The End of the Great Wall", Yu Dong looked at the publication date of the first chapter of this book, which was exactly May 17th.
That's right.
Yu Dong smiled, maybe this person who has crossed Qianshan is Zhao Yan.
But what Yu Dong couldn't figure out was that if Crossing Qianshan was really Zhao Yan, since his grades were so good, why didn't he tell his father.
Although he didn't have much contact, Yu Dong could tell that Zhao Yan still wanted to be recognized by his father. Why would he miss such a good opportunity?
And not only did he not tell his father, he didn't even contact the Deep Space Company. Is this kid so indifferent to fame and fortune?
After thinking about it, Yu Dong sent a private message to Guo Qianshan.
The two of them had actually sent private messages a long time ago, and it was Guo Qianshan who took the initiative to send them.
At that time, "The End of the Great Wall" had just come out, and Yu Dong saw that there were relatively few comments in its comment section, and there were not a few serious comments, so he sent some words of encouragement.
It happened that his comments were seen by Jin Kefan, and they were promoted to the Hunting Yudong group, which attracted the attention of many people. From then on, the book began to develop.
For this reason, Guo Qianshan took the initiative to send a private message to thank Yu Dong.
[Dong Yudao: Are you from Shanghai? 】
After sending the private message, I did not wait for a reply immediately.
The current network environment is like this. Even instant messaging software like Dongdong is difficult to chat in real time, let alone private messages on the site without special prompts.
Few people stay in front of the computer all the time, and no one checks their private messages all the time.
Half a day later, Yu Dong put down his work and climbed into deep space again, and received a reply from Guo Qianshan.
[Crossing Qianshan: Huh? (15:15:31)]
[Guo Qianshan: Why do you say I am from Shanghai? (15:26:55)]
[Crossing Qianshan: How do you know I am from Shanghai? (15:55:21)]
[Across Qianshan: Brother Dong, please reply, you can add me Dong Dong XXXXXXXXX. (16:15:22)]
Yu Dong's message directly made Guo Qianshan nervous. Four messages were sent one after another within an hour, each one more urgent than the last.
At least he was from Shanghai. Now the possibility of finding Zhao Yan across Qianshan has become greater.
Since he left his Dongdong account, Yu Dong also added it.
This time, Guo Qianshan quickly approved the application to add friends.
Before he could speak to Dong Dong, Guo Qianshan sent a message first.
【The world cannot tolerate it: Are you Brother Dong?】
【1: Well, you must have crossed thousands of mountains.】
Yu Dong's nickname "Dongdong" is very simple, just "1".
[The world cannot tolerate it: Uh-huh, Brother Dong, how do you know I am from Shanghai?]
【1:Is your surname Zhao?】
…
Zhao Yan was stunned when he looked at the new messages in the chat box.
He has always separated the online world from the real world very clearly. He never thought that one day people on the Internet would know who he is in reality.
His mind was racing, thinking about when his identity was revealed, who the other party was, and why they recognized him.
Is this your junior high school classmate Xiaopang? When we last met, we chatted a little more and told each other about writing a novel. Could it be that Xiaopang went out to look for me after he went back?
Or is he the son of our neighbor Aunt Wang?
That kid usually comes here to play, and he also knows about his writing of novels, but something is wrong. People in the hunting Yudong group said that this Dong Yudao appeared in deep space a long time ago, and he is very knowledgeable about literature. Everyone guessed that Old Dong
He was a professor of literature at a certain school, and neither of the two he had just thought of met the criteria.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After thinking for a long time, Zhao Yan had no clue.
He asked tentatively.
【The world cannot tolerate it: Excuse me, who are you?】
【1:I am Yu Dong.】
After the new news came out, Zhao Yan's eyelids jumped and he couldn't believe it. He took a closer look and saw that it was either Qian Dong, Qian Dong or Yu Dong.
The other party said he was Yu Dong.
Zhao Yan felt that he could no longer sit still, so he stood up and paced back and forth in the room.
"He said he was Yu Dong, he said he was Yu Dong."
Dong Dong——
There was new news again, and Zhao Yan hurriedly went to see it.
[1: Zhao Yan, I’m going to call your home now and you can pick it up. 】
Before Zhao Yan could react, the phone in the living room rang.
Zhao Yan hurriedly ran out and answered the phone in a panic.
Zhao Changtian, who was rushing to answer the phone, looked at Zhao Yan and asked strangely, "Your phone number?"
Zhao Yan nodded: "Yes, it was agreed in Dongdong."
"Um."
Hearing Zhao Yan's voice, Yu Dong smiled and said, "Are you so afraid of your father knowing that you have gone through thousands of mountains?"
Zhao Yan looked in the direction of his father and said humbly, "Teacher Yu, I'm either afraid, or it's not the time yet."
"Can you tell me what you haven't done yet?" Yu Dong asked.
Zhao Yan bit his lip and hesitated for a while, then finally nodded and said: "Actually, it's not something that can't be said..."
…
Although the two are only nine years apart, in Zhao Yan's heart, Yu Dong is his elder.
When Zhao Yan was only fifteen or sixteen years old, Yu Dong was already a famous writer and often walked around with his father.
But unlike other elders, Yu Dong is still young after all, so he should be more relaxed when talking to Yu Dong.
Especially after this incident, after Dong Yudao and Yu Dong reunited, Zhao Yan was even more willing to talk to Yu Dong. Now in his heart, Yu Dong is a Bole who is willing to support his juniors, and at least he went out of his way to encourage him in the comment area.
After listening to Zhao Yan's confession, Yidong couldn't help but lament that the communication between their father and son was really inefficient at all.
Zhao Changtian felt that Zhao Yan was too lazy and too fragile, and lacked perseverance when faced with things, but he still believed that his son was talented.
Zhao Yan, on the other hand, felt that his father was too cold and looked down upon him.
This time too, he originally told his father very enthusiastically about uploading novels, but Zhao Changtian behaved very coldly and had no extra words at all, let alone being happy for him.
So Zhao Yan held his breath and wanted to prove himself to his father, and the way he proved it was to get one million likes.
Zhao Yan wanted encouragement, but Zhao Changtian just couldn't give it to him. Zhao Changtian is a very typical traditional Chinese father who is not willing to praise his children, let alone he doesn't think it is a big deal that the book has been uploaded.
He has written so many articles himself and doesn't think anything of it.
Yu Dong thinks this father and son pair is quite interesting. His own father, Yu Hansheng, is not a very dignified father, and the relationship between father and son has been relatively harmonious since childhood.
"You feel that your father doesn't really support your writing, so you want to use one million likes to gain your father's respect, is that right?"
Zhao Yan said coyly, "It's not in exchange for..."
Yu Dong laughed and said, "I think your father's evaluation of you is absolutely right."
Zhao Yan couldn't help but ask, "What does my dad say about me?"
"Your father said that you are thin-skinned, have poor mental endurance, are easily influenced by others, and are not firm enough."
This series of comments made Zhao Yan blush and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl under.
But before he could find the crack in the ground, Yu Dong continued, "However, your father also said that you are very talented, have unconstrained ideas, and have great potential in writing. If you can overcome your inner fragility, you will grow into a successful person in the future.
An excellent writer."
Zhao Yan said blankly, "Really?"
Yu Dong smiled and said, "Work hard and don't set up obstacles for yourself in anything you do. You think reaching these one million likes is a kind of transcendence, but as someone who has experienced it, I tell you that letting it go is the best way to achieve it."
A kind of transcendence. When you let it go, you also cross a psychological barrier."
Zhao Yan blinked. Although what Yu Dong said seemed like a tongue twister, he understood the truth.
He swallowed and said, "Teacher Yu, I understand what you mean. You want to tell me that praising such illusory things should not be what I pursue. When dealing with my works, I should be loyal to my heart and not easily
Due to external influences, what you often stubbornly want to overcome will eventually become a demonic obstacle in your heart."
"You only understand half of it." Yu Dong said.
"Half? What's the other half?" Zhao Yan asked.
Yu Dong said angrily, "Hurry up and reply to the private message sent to you by the staff of the Deep Space Company, and then sign the contract. This is what the other half means. Why are you so crazy? If you don't want to sign the contract, I will disqualify you now.
The top ten will be arranged for physical publication, and the minimum initial printing for the first place is 20,000 copies. I think you don’t care too much.”
Zhao Yan was completely stunned. He didn't expect that Yu Dong would change so quickly. Just now, he was a life mentor who was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, clearing the air for him, and in the blink of an eye he was talking about signing a contract.
"Uh, sorry, sorry, I'll contact you right away."
"Well, you contact me first. I have something else to tell you later, so that's it for now."
"Okay, thank you, Teacher Yu."
After Zhao Yan hung up the phone, he felt much more relaxed. As Yu Dong said, he had indeed set up obstacles for himself before, so that he could not breathe.
He stood up and walked to the study. Zhao Changtian was reading some information when he heard the movement at the door and turned around.
"Is something wrong?" Zhao Changtian asked.
Zhao Yan shook his head, then nodded, "I want to tell you about my novel."
"oh?"
Zhao Changtian raised his eyebrows, turned sideways, looked at his son, and waited for him to continue.
Zhao Yan took a deep breath: "My novel is called "The End of the Great Wall". It won first place in the Deep Space "Escape" game essay contest. Deep Space has already signed a contract with me. The next step is that they are going to sign this book with me."
It will be released in physical form and the first printing will be at least 20,000 copies."
After Zhao Yan finished speaking, Zhao Changtian's expression froze for a moment, and then he said: "Not bad, pretty good."
Although his father's reaction was still dull, Zhao Yan was not sad, at least what his father said was right.
"Then I'll go back to the room first."
"Um."
Zhao Changtian nodded, and then suddenly said: "Go find your mother and ask her to come back. Didn't she talk about wanting to eat at an old restaurant a few days ago? Let's go together today."
…
"Did you say that Qianshan is Editor Zhao's son?"
After hearing what Yu Dong said about Zhao Yan, Cheng Yanqiu looked surprised, "I remember Editor Zhao's son is still in middle school."
Yu Dong laughed, "What year did this happen? He has been working for a long time. He must be in his early twenties now."
"You are quite young at that time, but I didn't expect that you are quite experienced when it comes to writing books."
"After all, he is the son of editor Zhao. He has been influenced by his experience and his writing ability goes without saying."
Cheng Yanqiu smiled and nodded, "Young people nowadays are getting more and more powerful, and this Zhao Yan and Xiao Zhou are even less than twenty."
Chapter completed!