The world of film and television starts from a young age

Chapter 552 The work is set, Zheng Juan is heartbroken

Some of the poems Zhou Chen handed to Shao Jingwen were excerpts from famous poets in the real world, and some of them were poems written by himself.

He is very familiar with his own poetry level, and it is estimated that it is difficult to achieve a passing grade for the modern poems he wrote.

However, some of the poems borrowed are definitely the best among the best. Even after decades, they are widely circulated and even included in textbooks.

Zhou Chen also carefully selected those few masterpieces. After all, it is a special time now, but he will not choose any poems that involve the slightest bit of politics, and he will naturally not choose other poems that are satirical or indirect. .

Shao Jingwen was completely moved by Zhou Chen's poems, especially when he saw one of the poems, tears welled up in his eyes.

"This, this poem, is it really you who wrote it?"

Zhou Chen stretched his head to look, and saw the page that Shao Jingwen was pointing to. The poem he wrote turned out to be "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms Bloom".

"Yes, Teacher Shao, I did write this poem."

This poem can be said to be one of the best poems in this book. Even decades later, this poem is still very well-known, and its implication is even more thought-provoking.

"Okay, okay."

Shao Jingwen praised repeatedly. Although he felt that Zhou Chen should not have such experience at his age, as a literati, he also knew that sometimes poetry depends on talent and inspiration. Talented people, when inspiration comes, they can make poems. Make good poems.

The poem was so good that for a moment he didn't know the words to express his excitement.

As a literati, what he longs for the most is to meet a good poem, and this poem happens to be the good poem he has dreamed of.

In addition to this poem, there are many other poems in the book, some of which are excellent.

Shao Jingwen was so excited that he almost couldn't hold back his emotions. He didn't eat a bite of food and was completely immersed in Zhou Chen's works.

After reading these poems, Shao Jingwen took another notebook and carefully read the novel written by Zhou Chen.

This novel is Zhou Chen's original novel about war, love, and family and country feelings during the Anti-Japanese War based on his own experience.

In this era, it would definitely not work to write the style of online literature for later generations. Fortunately, Zhou Chen's rhetoric ability is not bad. Although it may not have strong literary value, the plot characteristics are still very good.

For the time being, only the beginning of the novel has been written, with a total of tens of thousands of words, but Shao Jingwen read it with gusto.

Zhou Chen didn't bother Shao Jingwen either, and waited quietly after eating.

This wait is more than an hour.

"Teacher Shao, what do you think?"

Shao Jingwen took off his glasses, rubbed his sore eyes, and praised: "Xiao Zhou, these poems you wrote are really good, especially the two poems "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" and "Loving Life" , is definitely a fine work, an excellent work that can be handed down to future generations."

Zhou Chen was immediately in awe. He didn't know what Shao Jingwen's literary level was, but since he could see the two best poems at a glance, it was enough to show that he had a strong appreciation level.

"As for this novel, the plot is full of ups and downs, and although its literary value is slightly low, for your age, being able to write such a novel is already very good."

Novels are different from short stories. Short stories can be constantly revised and every word carefully considered, but full-length novels require a strong ability to control, and do not need every sentence to be full of gorgeous words.

Shao Jingwen was amazed in his heart, he didn't expect that the person he met on the way would be so outstanding, if he cultivated more, he would definitely become an outstanding literary author in the literary world in the future, and his love for talent could not help but arise.

"Thank you, Teacher Shao, your approval is the greatest comfort to me." Zhou Chen said excitedly and gratefully.

Shao Jingwen cleared his throat and asked, "Xiao Zhou, it would be a pity if such excellent poems and stories are not published so that more people can see them. Have you ever thought about publishing them?"

Zhou Chen became even happier: "Mr. Shao, do you mean that all of my works can be published?"

Shao Jingwen said: "You can't say that. If it was a few years ago, all of your works could be published, but now the situation is a bit special. It is better not to publish many of your poems, so as not to lose popularity. Actually, do you understand what I mean?"

Zhou Chen nodded solemnly, "Mr. Shao, I understand what you mean. I just like to write. I don't know much about major national affairs. I'm afraid I might touch a taboo. Please give me your advice."

"of course."

Shao Jingwen responded with a smile. Although he met Zhou Chen for the first time, these works of Zhou Chen have completely moved him, and made him have a strong affection for Zhou Chen. Of course, he would not bear to see Zhou Chen go wrong. road.

"Look, for example, according to our opinion, there is no problem with this song, but considering the current situation, I think it needs to be changed. If it is really difficult to change, then I suggest not to publish it; and This song..., this sentence in this song is also a bit problematic."

Zhou Chen listened carefully. Shao Jingwen has been living in this era, and he is also enjoying his old age in TV dramas. This shows that he is not only capable, but the sensitive aspects of national affairs are definitely worth learning.

The two chatted for a long time, but the people from the restaurant didn't come to urge them. The more they chatted, the more Shao Jingwen felt that Zhou Chen's knowledge was not what he should have at this age, and the more he was satisfied and appreciated.

"Bingkun, where do you work now?"

Zhou Chen replied: "Mr. Shao, I haven't joined the job yet. Our family is a worker's family. There are three children in total. My elder brother and my sister both went to the countryside in response to the call of the country. Now I am the only one in the family. The street leaders I haven't been assigned a job yet."

"Oh, yes, you haven't started working yet, so you shouldn't be too old."

Shao Jingwen was a little surprised, he thought Zhou Chen had already joined the work.

"Just turned seventeen."

"17 years old? Really young and promising."

Shao Jingwen was shocked, he thought that Zhou Chen should be young, but he didn't expect Zhou Chen to be so young.

At the age of 17, it means that Zhou Chen has never been to college, or even high school, but he can have such profound knowledge and write such beautiful and allegorical poems, he is simply a genius among geniuses.

Thinking of this, he felt even more solicitous in his heart, so he asked tentatively: "Bingkun, although this is the first time we met today, I think we hit it off very well. Your talent in literature is very outstanding. If you If you are only a worker, then you are really inferior, I would like to invite you to our publishing house to work as a text editor, what do you think?"

Zhou Chen looked 'surprised': "Mr. Shao, can I do it? Will the street leaders agree?"

Shao Jingwen smiled and said: "If you have been assigned to a unit, it is really troublesome, but if you have not entered the unit yet, it will be different. As long as the president of our agency agrees, you should have great hope Able to join the publishing house as an editor."

"In addition to the normal work of editing, you can also write poems and articles. If you can publish them, you can also get a retouching fee, which is no worse than if you go to work in a factory."

Not only is it not worse than working in a factory, but it is much better, but this kind of words must not be said clearly.

Zhou Chen hesitated, "Can I really?"

Shao Jingwen said: "I don't think you have any problems. If you don't object, I can help you to tell the president. There should be great hope."

He was worried that the magazine he was in charge of had no talents, so a Zhou Chen fell from the sky. As long as Zhou Chen was willing, he would ask the president to help him find a position even if he spared his face.

Zhou Chen was overjoyed. It was definitely better for Shao Jingwen to say this on his own initiative than to say it himself.

"Mr. Shao, may I ask, if you go to work in a publishing house, is there a salary? I personally don't care much, but what my parents care about most is the salary. If there is no salary, I'm afraid they won't agree."

Shao Jingwen thought it was a big deal, but when he heard it was this, he immediately said: "Leave this to me, I promise, as long as you go to the publishing house, it must be organized."

Many people are staring at the establishment of the publishing house, but as the editor-in-chief of a magazine, he still has some rights. Now the publishing house is still short of people, even if there is no shortage of people, he will fire one to make room for Zhou Chen.

He didn't want to offend people, but he wasn't afraid of offending them either. There are too many idlers in the publishing house now, and he finally met a talented one, so he definitely couldn't let him go.

With Shao Jingwen's guarantee, Zhou Chen was even happier, but for the sake of success rate, he spoke again.

"Teacher Shao, will it trouble you too much?"

"Don't bother, this is my job. Your excellent literary talent cannot be wasted."

"Thank you, thank you so much, Teacher Shao."

"Bingkun, don't be so polite. I will handle this matter for you tomorrow. You will leave me an address later. If the matter is completed, I will go directly to inform you."

Zhou Chen immediately tore off a piece of paper and wrote his home address on it.

"Ms. Shao, I don't know the specific job of an editor, but besides writing poems and stories, I can also speak English and Russian. Will this help my work?"

Shao Jingwen was startled: "You can also speak English and Russian?"

These days, there are really very few people in China who can speak foreign languages. At least Shao Jingwen doesn’t understand it himself. He can speak at most two sentences in English, but not one sentence in Russian.

Zhou Chen said: "I have learned English before, and I learned Russian by myself, but it is not as good as English."

Shao Jingwen asked: "How is your English level? Can you communicate with foreigners? Can you translate English materials into Chinese?"

"It's not a problem to communicate with foreigners in English, and there is no problem with translation. I can tell Teacher Shao an English article right now. Listen."

"........."

Next, Zhou Chen recited an article in standard spoken English. After listening to it, Shao Jingwen didn't understand it, but he had a special feeling.

"Okay, Bingkun, I didn't expect you to have this ability. Now I can assure you that I will definitely get you to work in our publishing house. Just wait for the good news."

Whether it is literary ability or English and Russian, these are very important skills, and they are urgently needed talents for publishing houses.

Zhou Chen already knew Shao Jingwen's character from the TV series, so he was completely relieved when he heard Shao Jingwen say that.

He naturally believed that with his ability, it was more than enough to work in a publishing house.

Shao Jingwen was indeed reliable. When he went to work the next day, he went to the president of the publishing house, told him about the situation, and wanted to recruit Zhou Chen to the publishing house.

At the entrance of the cinema, Aunt Zheng was a little uncomfortable today, so Zheng Juan took her younger brother out of the stall, and she was in charge of selling candied haws, while Zheng Guangming sat quietly beside her.

"Sister, I want a drink of water."

After working for a long time, Zheng Guangming felt thirsty after eating steamed buns at noon, but because he couldn't see, he could only ask his sister Zheng Juan for help.

When Zheng Juan heard her younger brother's call, she immediately took out the kettle on the car and poured water into a stainless steel cup.

"Don't worry about Guangming, my sister will blow it for you, drink it when it cools down."

After cooling the water a bit, Zheng Juan handed the water cup to her younger brother: "Come on, Guangming, drink water."

Zheng Guangming is only five or six years old, and he is blind, so besides staying at home, he must be accompanied when he goes out.

After waiting for her younger brother to drink the water, Zheng Juan had just put the water glass away when she heard someone wanting to buy candied haws.

"A bunch of candied haws."

"Ok."

Just as Zheng Juan raised her head to get the candied haws, she suddenly saw that the person in front of her was Zhou Chen, and immediately gave a fistful.

"It's you."

Zhou Chen smiled slightly and said, "Yes, it's me. Didn't I tell you that I will come here often in the future."

Zheng Juan was a little flustered, and said nervously: "Oh, oh, you didn't come a while ago, I thought you wouldn't come again."

"I was busy looking for a job a while ago."

"Oh."

Hearing that Zhou Chen didn't come because he was busy looking for a job, Zheng Juan didn't know why, but she was very happy, and brought Zhou Chen candied haws in a leisurely manner.

"So have you settled down with your work?"

"It hasn't been finalized yet, but it should be close."

Zhou Chen made candied haws, looked at Zheng Guangming who was sitting next to Zheng Juan, and asked, "Is this your brother?"

Zheng Juan nodded and said, "Well, he is my younger brother, Guangming."

Guangming heard the sound, and turned to Zhou Chen's direction suspiciously. He couldn't see it, but he could tell that the sound came from this side.

"Excuse me, I'm taking the liberty to ask, your brother's eyes, aren't they?"

Zheng Juan replied truthfully: "My brother has a problem with his eyes and can't see."

Zhou Chen said: "Can you let me take a look? I know some medical skills."

"Are you a doctor?" Zheng Juan asked in surprise.

"Not a formal doctor, but knows some medical skills."

Zheng Juan didn't have much hope, but she still nodded: "Then I will trouble you, Guangming, come here and let this brother show you your eyes."

Zhou Chen walked up to Guangming, put down the things in his hand, looked away from Guangming's eyes, then stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, and asked a few questions.

In the end, he shook his head regretfully, and said, "Your brother should be congenitally amblyopic, and he has been in a dark environment for a long time, and he didn't protect his eyes well, which made his eyesight worse and worse."

Zheng Juan didn't understand what Zhou Chen said, but asked eagerly: "Then is my brother's eyes cured?"

Zhou Chen sighed and said, "It's hard."

If it was three to forty years later, Zhou Chen would definitely be cured, but in this age, it is really too difficult.

In addition to not having the corresponding machines, etc., but also because Guangming's eyes were not well protected since childhood, it became more and more serious.

After hearing this, Zheng Juan sighed in disappointment, "It's okay, I still have to thank you."

Zhou Chen said: "I didn't help much, so I don't deserve to be thanked."

"My name is Zheng Juan." Zheng Juan said suddenly.

Zhou Chen replied with a smile: "My name is Zhou Bingkun, I told you before."

"I know."

Zhou Chen waved at Zheng Juan, then turned and left.

Zheng Juan watched Zhou Chen leave, unable to calm down for a long time, she rarely had contact with men, but she was a woman after all, and could feel the difference Zhou Chen treated her.

"Zhou Bingkun..."

Since the last time I met Shao Jingwen, Shao Jingwen didn't show up for the next few days.

Zhou Chen was not in a hurry, and waited patiently at home. He believed that with Shao Jingwen's character, even if he didn't succeed, he would definitely come to inform him.

Although he is very sure, the current social environment is different from the social environment he has been in contact with in the past. He is not absolutely sure whether Shao Jingwen can succeed.

Zhou Chen was lying on the bed, reading with a copy of Jane Eyre. He really hadn't read this book before. In this era of lack of entertainment, he could read it with gusto.

In the back room, Li Suhua was still knitting a sweater while lighting the kerosene lamp.

Zhou Chen had persuaded her many times not to knit sweaters at night, it would be bad for her eyes, but Li Suhua couldn't rest at all, and still went her own way.

"Zhou Bingkun, Zhou Bingkun..."

Suddenly there was a shout from outside the yard, and Zhou Chen sat up immediately after hearing it.

Li Suhua in the back room also shouted: "Kun, is someone calling you, go out and see who it is."

"Got it, Mom."

Zhou Chen responded, then opened the door, and saw Shao Jingwen standing outside his yard at a glance.

"Teacher Shao, why are you here?"

Shao Jingwen laughed loudly and said, "Bingkun, it's really hard to find your house. I asked several people to find it here."

Zhou Chen quickly opened the wooden door of the courtyard and led Shao Jingwen in.

"Ms. Shao, come, let's go into the room and talk."

"Well, I happen to have good news for you too."

Shao Jingwen laughed loudly, and Zhou Chen knew that the matter was settled as soon as he heard it, so he became more enthusiastic.

As soon as the two entered the room, they saw Li Suhua coming out from the back room, saw Shao Jingwen, and asked curiously, "Kun'er, who is this?"

Zhou Chen introduced: "Mom, this is Teacher Shao, the editor-in-chief of "Golden Land" magazine of Jiangliao Publishing House, Teacher Shao, this is my mother."

Li Suhua didn't quite understand what an editor-in-chief was, but when Zhou Chen called Shao Jingwen his teacher, his attitude suddenly became very respectful.

"Mr. Shao, hello, hello."

"Hello too."

Zhou Chen greeted: "Teacher Shao, please sit down, I'll pour you a cup of tea."

Shao Jingwen quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no."

Li Suhua hurriedly said: "Kun'er, you are chatting with the guests, and Mom will pour tea for you."

After speaking, she went to get the tea mug and poured two cups of tea: "Teacher Shao, drink tea."

"Thank you, you are very kind."

Shao Jingwen passed the teacup and said to Zhou Chen: "Bingkun, I have already mentioned your matter to the president of our publishing house. After discussion, our publishing house decided to hire you. You can follow me for the time being. It’s okay to be the editor of Golden Land Magazine, right?”

When Zhou Chen heard it, he was overjoyed and said, "No problem, of course it's no problem. Teacher Shao, you really helped me a lot. I really don't know how to thank you."

Shao Jingwen said with a smile: "I didn't help much. You are outstanding, so you can get this opportunity. Maybe our publishing house will rely on you in the future."

"Mr. Shao, you really praised me. I'm not as good as you said. I'm just an ordinary person."

"Haha, you are not an ordinary person. The few poems you wrote were praised by everyone in our club."

Li Suhua was listening to the conversation between the two. Although she didn't ask any questions, she could still hear it. It seemed that they were talking about his old bum's work problems.

(End of this chapter)