Whether it is Lu Yichou, Wei Wuzhi, or even the entire Qianhong editorial department, the book "The White Horse Roars in the West Wind" has an extraordinary significance to them.

From a certain perspective, they witnessed the birth of this book with their own eyes. Although no one said it clearly when they were on the grassland, everyone guessed that Gu Yongsheng had already started writing at that time. In their opinion, the driving point of this book was undoubtedly this trip to the grassland.

As long as you think of Gu Yongsheng when he was opening this book, he was with him, and after having dinner and chatting together, he would naturally feel a sense of glory of personal participation.

By around 4:00 pm, the editors had read the novel one after another, which was different from any previous review. This time, everyone did not exchange any opinions after reading the book, and no one in the group mentioned the topic of this book. Usually, several editors who were more active and often grouped for dinner also remained silent.

At this time, Mr. Lu said at the right time: "Give everyone an hour to have dinner. Let's talk together when they come back."

The editors each stood up, but their eyes were still staring at the last few lines of words on the screen, with complex expressions, either shaking their heads and sighing or frowning, and then locking the screen in a depressed mood.

Everyone was still as usual, with a few familiar people paired up, but today everyone was obviously quieter, even a few people who like to talk were quiet in an untimely manner, with a face of melancholy that had not yet melted. Occasionally, they had a bitter smile when they met their companions, and seemed to be still in a state of inextricable self-exercise.

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"A long time ago, I found that reading a very infectious novel is not suitable to read it in one go. Until I entered the publishing industry, I thought I had already read ten thousand books and had already been heartbroken. I would never be coaxed by any novel again. However, Gu Shao's book "The White Horse Roaring the West Wind" made me stunned for several minutes. Now that I think about it, I still feel sad."

Lu Yichou and Wei Wuzhi sat in the smoking area and smoked, talking about Gu Yongsheng's new book, and were deeply touched.

"What impressed me the most is that he took what he said and did it. With love as the title, such an article may not be a masterpiece, but it is already written by everyone. No matter what Xiao Gu's original intention is, some common philosophy presented in the article is unquestionable."

"Entering love," Lu Yichou continued: "Love but not getting it is ultimately the helplessness of people when facing everything. My ideal when I was a child was to be a football player, but because of my physical fitness and family conditions at that time, I finally became a bookseller and had nothing to do with football."

Wei Wuzhi smiled and said, "What I wanted to do when I was a child was to sell pork. Because then I would eat pork every day. When I was a child, my family was poor and I lacked oil and salt in vegetables, so now I have to focus on the taste when cooking at home."

Lu Yichou took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled white mist, pondered for a moment, and said, "In three days, the magazine will be launched. I can't wait to see everyone's reaction. I don't know how everyone answered the question Gu Yongsheng raised this time."

"If the person you love deeply but falls in love with others deeply, what will you do?" Wei Wuzhi said softly, then shook his head and smiled, "What a simple sentence, it seems to exist somewhere, waiting for someone to dig it out. I was stunned by the question. At that time, I couldn't help but think of the English teacher in my college. At that time, the boys in our class had a crush on her. If I had read this sentence at that time, I might not be able to help crying."

When Lu Yichou heard the word "cry", he turned to look at Yi Shui'an's office. Wei Wuzhi suddenly realized something and whispered: "Have you come out yet?"

Lu Yicong shook his head and said, "When they went to the Grassland Hotel from the airport, they chatted all the way. Later, when they stayed overnight in the grassland, they were neighbors. It is said that they had been chatting for a long time. Li Wenxiu, at least the fifth floor, was her shadow. Otherwise, Young Master Gu would not have sent her the manuscript first, and added that sentence, don't be surprised."

"Xiao Gu asked this question for her, which would probably stump all the sad people in the world. It's a bit unkind."

"Literature and art do this. According to her personality, reading this book will be beneficial."

"Borrowing other people's wine glasses to soak the heart, Xiao Gu's story is enough to express his feelings."

"I talked to her about her new book before, and she had roughly the intention to convey some of the insights from this experience. I never thought that Gu Shao would be so preceded by him, and he would be so beautiful."

"If you have this question first, what you write later will be overshadowed. I guess Shui An will not go in this direction either."

"I'm a little curious about what she'd say to him."

"Actually, I'm also curious about what I should say to Xiao Gu. I haven't had this mentality for many years. I especially want to ask what he is thinking in his mind."

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At around five o'clock, the editors came back for dinner, and Lu Yichou and Wei Wuzhi returned to the office. Wei Wuzhi took the lead in mentioning in the group: "What do you feel after watching "The White Horse Roaring the West Wind"? You might as well let go of your hands and feet to talk about it."

I could feel the whole group was stunned for a while, and then Kuang Heng replied first: "I think that when I read this story, I am just a reader. The three major rules and eight items that belong to the editor were all thrown behind. After the story was finished, I couldn't help crying when I silently sorted out the text in my heart. I had nothing to say about this book."

"This is not a pure martial arts, but rather a love novel, but writing about love reflects certain life philosophy - forget it, I won't pretend to extend it. When I saw the last sentence, I was completely defeated." Tang Nan replied.

"After reading it, I felt something stuck in my heart and had a lot of things to say, but I didn't know what to say specifically. It felt very uncomfortable. As for me, I couldn't make a theoretical analysis of this book in a short period of time."

...

The silence before the meal finally broke out completely at this moment. Everyone was expressing their feelings, and almost no one was watching what others were saying.

A novel that can build a story has the ability to have such a way that once readers sincerely enter the text, they will inevitably be provoked by the words, whether it is good or bad, they will inevitably have some experience. And from the beginning to the end, because of some prejudice, their comments are meaningless and powerless after all.

As an editor, the most basic quality is that you cannot choose a book list based on your personal taste, but you have to speak loudly. No matter what subject, you have to pass a few books, so-called work reading, so when they come into contact with an article or a novel, they will instinctively set up rules and regulations in their hearts and many theories.

When should the preparation be laid, when should the wiring be laid, when should the small conflict, when the big **, when the inheritance and when to start the connection, and so on.

In terms of the plot, the story will also be analyzed based on some common routines. If the male protagonist falls on a cliff, there will be an adventure; if a seemingly ordinary old man appears suddenly, he will be a master; a playboy who shouts five or six is ​​a domineering playboy will be trampled; if all the men in the world are cold-eyed women who regard all the men in the world as pigs and dogs, they will be conquered...

These theories seem to be cold and cold, but in fact they are not all rigid rules. The key lies in the author's layout and storytelling.

"A book "The White Horse Roars in the West Wind" has made our Qianhong's editors collectively break their achievements. If Gu Yongsheng knew about this, he would be very proud." Lu Yichou saw that the editors collapsed collectively and said jokingly.

"Now, I'll wait for the magazine to be launched to see how readers react. Mr. Lu told us before that this promotion will either be purely praising or only write about the insights. Judging from everyone's status, I guess everyone has a lot of insights to write about." Mr. Hong from the Public Relations Department said with a look.

"It's mainly because the background and timing of the story were too coincidental. A long-distance trip, in just five days, was simply amazing."

Speaking of the background and timing, the editor who knew some of the inside story immediately thought of Yi Shui'an, who had been silent. Her office door was closed and she didn't come out to have lunch. Someone went over to call her, but she just replied in a light tone as usual, "Go and go", and Lu Yichou didn't know what she was thinking.

Because it is rare to see such a topic that everyone is interested in, fifteen minutes after getting off work, everyone did not realize that Yi Shui'an's door suddenly opened. Everyone turned to see Editor Yi and suddenly realized that they had already gotten off work.

Yi Shuian seemed to have no change, and was still as peaceful as before. He said goodbye to everyone gently and reminded everyone that they could go home to cook.

Lu Yichou told everyone in the group not to forget to write book reviews, and then urged everyone to get off work.

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Yishuian only takes ten minutes to walk from the company to her home. After get off work, she always stays for half an hour longer. When there are important topics, it may take longer. However, today when everyone has extended their get off work hours, she left first.

When I returned home, I sat quietly on the rattan chair under the window and stared for a while as usual, and then got up to cook.

Just like writing books and working, Yi Shui'an devotes all his attention to everything he does, and his concentration makes people feel ashamed. Even if he signs a contract with his old boss Qianhong, she has to pass the contract carefully one by one, which shows the others.

Now she is cooking, it feels like she has been in the kitchen for a hundred years and nothing else can attract her.

She was washing vegetables carefully, cutting vegetables intently, and cooking carefully. It seemed that she was not cooking at all, but grinding a work of art. She was not a chef, but a craftsman.

Including Lu Yichou, everyone who knew the inside story of Yi Shui'an's breakup was speculating about what Yi Shui'an would react after reading Gu Yongsheng's story, but no one expected that Yi Shui'an did not read the entire story in the company. When she saw Ma Jiajun, who was pretending to be a Ji man, was stabbed to death by her master Varlaqi, she turned off the book and did other things.

I don’t know whether it was because of the author’s keen sense of the story or whether he had already understood Gu Yongsheng, after reading all the chapters in the previous story, she intuition that Gu Yongsheng would point out the topic in the last chapter, and the words before Mr. Ji had already touched her heart. He knew that if he looked down, he might not be able to control his emotions, so she stopped in time and left the last chapter.

Anyone who knows Yi Shui'an knows that she is a calm and calm person on the surface, but is actually very sentimental. It is just that she has read too much truth and has experienced too much things. Her mind is strong enough, and that fragile nerve is difficult to be touched again.

An hour later, it was completely dark, the street lights outside lit up one after another, and the elderly who were walking their dogs after dinner also returned home.

From a distance, the community covered by the lights of thousands of families was very harmonious and peaceful. At this moment, a cry came from someone's house.

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In early November, the famous and popular beautiful writer Yi Shui'an sat on her sofa, facing the computer screen, and burst into tears.

Three days later, the magazine "Da Jianghu" will be launched as scheduled! (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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