Unemployment at the beginning, I let the big devil of the music world return

Chapter 772 Farewell
Jiang Yang sat down.

He listened for a while and roughly understood that they were talking about music.

Jiang Yang didn't know what kind of music they were talking about.

He lay on the table and slowly pushed the display piece on the table, the photo of him catching a big fish, to the edge of the table, closer to Sister Chen and the others, for fear that they could not see it clearly.

Li Qingning glared at him.

Then--

She reached out and straightened the table, trying to make sure everyone could see it from all angles.

Jiang Yang saw it and smiled proudly.

then.

Jiang Yang whispered about his experience with Wen Xue, just like he was playing truant with the pretty girl in class during the teacher's lecture. He felt that the money was secondary. The key point was that Wen Xue was right and he could get the royalties twice.

Li Qingning: "That's fine."

There is no conflict between magazine publication and publishing by publishing houses.

Just right.

The manuscript was still in her hands. She corrected some typos and had not yet had time to give it to Sister Chen.

then--

Jiang Yang concentrated on doing the sketching homework left by Lao Mo.

Li Qingning flipped through the book Jiang Yang bought, and occasionally joined in the discussion of Sister Chen and the others, adding a few words.

The people brought by Feng Jing occasionally glanced at Jiang Yang.

They had heard of his name for a long time, but this was the first time they met Jiang Yang in real life.

They just didn't expect that the first meeting would be so different. They thought of his recklessness when he came in, and couldn't help but envy and sigh. He was so awesome that he was so fearless to be favored by the big devil. You know, they were talking about a business worth hundreds of millions, but it felt like they were going to someone else's house to discuss business, with children doing homework next to them and parents supervising them.

but--

After seeing how seriously he was drawing, they didn't know why, but they felt it was natural for Li Yu to like him.

long time.

The sun is very warm.

The meeting was over, Feng Jing took her people away, and Li Qingning said hello to Sister Chen.

Sister Chen: “Very good.”

The status of "Autumn Fruit" in the industry is.

At least half of the famous domestic and foreign writers in China made their debut by publishing articles in Qiushi. If Jiang Yang's children's literature can be published in Qiushi and then published as a book, it will save advertising costs.

After hearing what Sister Chen said, Li Qingning sent the manuscript to the mailbox of Qiushi after checking it.

×××
Wen Xue sat on the street, staring blankly at the long stream of traffic, not knowing what to do.

He didn't know if his words had worked, and naturally he didn't know whether to continue working hard or go back. Of course he wanted to go back, because he was worried about his mother, who was old, and a fall would be a big problem.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

His colleague Lao Huang sent a voice message in the group, saying excitedly: "Lao Wen, Lao Wen, the manuscript has arrived!"

"That's awesome, Old Wen—"

Colleagues from the editorial department popped up in the group.

"I've only been there for one day and the manuscript is coming. What kind of shady deal did you make with that old thief?"

"Old Wen, your medicine works faster than blood pressure medicine! The editor was feeling dizzy just now, but now he feels refreshed!"

Wen Xue held the phone and let out a long breath.

He looked up at the setting sun in the sky.

This strange city, which was cold just now, has become warm now.

"gone!"

Wen Xue stood up, looked in the direction of the building, waved, then turned around and hailed a taxi while saying in the group: "I really have to thank our editor-in-chief for his high blood pressure. It's been a great help!"

The taxi arrived.
After he got on the bus, he asked the driver to go straight to the high-speed rail station. At the same time, he opened his mobile phone and bought a ticket for the next bus.

fortunately.

It’s still a bit before the Spring Festival travel rush, but he bought the ticket.

The timing was also perfect. When he arrived at the station, there was still half an hour before the train departed. After a short wait, he checked his ticket and got on the train. After finding his seat, Wen Xue put down his things and breathed a sigh of relief.

very nice.

You are always happy when you return home, that is the meaning of leaving.

No?
If not——

It must be heartbreaking to have no place to go but to be away.

After sitting down, Wen Xue couldn't wait to open his notebook, check his email, and open Jiang Yang's manuscript.

Susan had already found out the genre, and he knew it was children's literature.

but--

The process still has to go through.

He has to take the next step.

Then--

Wen Xue was dumbfounded.

He felt that the online doubts about Jiang Yang's ghostwriting were absolutely correct. Compared with "Old Things in the South of the City" and "Shoujie", the writing styles are completely different. Even Wen Xue would find it hard to believe that they were written by the same person.

this--

Does he count as aiding and abetting the evil?
Wen Xue continued to read the first chapter "The Hui'an Pavilion" while struggling.

In the story, the protagonist Xiao Yingzi met a crazy woman named Xiuzhen. She was in love with a student and got pregnant before marriage. She gave birth to a child named Xiao Guizi. Because the student ran away, Xiuzhen’s family threw the child away before she even had a chance to look at it. Xiuzhen went crazy from then on, and she asked Yingzi to find her Xiao Guizi.
Yingzi met another friend, Niu'er, who was abused by her parents. This made Yingzi, who had just tasted the sweetness of friendship, feel sad and confused, so Yingzi used her own way to make the unfortunate mother and daughter recognize each other -

but--

When Xiuzhen was madly thinking about reuniting, when Niu'er was thinking about escaping, when Xiuzhen took Niu'er to find Xiao Guizi's father and finally escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, what was waiting for them was not reunion, but death.

Wen Xue sighed.

The story starts out innocent, bright and sunny, but ends in sorrow and tragedy.

So many flavors of life and so many joys and sorrows in the world.

He is no longer entangled.

Just this one short story, even if it was ghostwritten, even if he aided and abetted the evil, even if he bore a more serious infamy than this, his life as an editor was enough, and when he writes his resume in the future, "A Little Reunion" will be the beginning.

This is his credit book!

The kind you can lie down for the rest of your life.

In addition-

As a pure literature magazine, Qiushi has always been a benchmark for literary quality. As a children's literature, its literary quality is weaker than that of serious literature, which is one of the reasons why Wen Xuegang was so impatient.

just now.

He can rest assured.

Although this novel is narrated from a child's perspective, it is precisely because it is narrated from a child's perspective that it combines the child's innocence with the cruelty and sadness of reality. The strong sensory impact can reflect the vicissitudes of the times.

This is the meaning of literature.

He could boldly say that this novel was more suitable for publication in Qiushi than any of the obscure articles currently published in their magazine.

I found a treasure.

Wen Xue took a sip of Coke happily.

The blue bottle just wasn't strong enough, so when the food cart passed by, he bought a bottle of red.

As for this being a sad story——

Wen Xue didn't care much about it.

This knife is not a knife to him, it is just a nail clipper on the key, and it only cuts the nail. After all, as an editor of a serious literary magazine, the manuscripts Wen Xue reviews every day are not a knife, that is already torture.

His heart had been abused to the point of being calloused.

and so--

The following films, "Let's Go to the Sea", "Aunt Lan" and "Donkey Rolling", did not shake Wen Xue's heart at all. He was just immersed in the joys and sorrows that Jiang Yang showed from a child's perspective. In his innocence, he told the complexity of the world, all the confusion and thoughts of children facing the misery of the world, and the story of how people of that era were caught up in the times and had no choice.

For adults, separation, helplessness, and numbness seem hypocritical.

It is just right for children who cannot distinguish between the sea and the sky, or between good people and bad people.

however--

When he saw "Dad's Flowers Have Fallen", his heart sank.

He touched the packaging of the model train next to him.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and endless... I ask you when you will come back, and when you come back, don't hesitate! At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of my friends are gone. It is rare to have a happy gathering in life, but there are many separations..."

It was as if Li Qingning's singing sounded in his ears.

[…Being an adult, people often ask me to be an adult. When Song Ma was about to go back to her hometown, she said, Yingzi, you are grown up now, you must not quarrel with your brother anymore! When Aunt Lan followed the four-eyed dog into the carriage, she said, Yingzi, you are grown up now, you must not make your mother angry anymore! The man squatting on the grass said, when you graduate from elementary school and grow up, we will go to see the sea…]

The scene that had not shaken Wen Xuexin in the slightest just now suddenly flashed back in his mind like a movie.

[“Lao Gao, I know what happened. I’ll go to the hospital.” I have never been so calm and quiet before—Dad’s flowers have fallen, and I am no longer a child.]

A gentle knife gently cut a hole in his cocooned heart. An inexplicable sourness flowed, brewing as it brushed across his fingers and across the model train.

until--

Wen Xue looked up and saw a train attendant selling a high-speed train model. A middle-aged man paid for one. His eyes were red after all. In the blur, he seemed to see the middle-aged man took out a brand new bill from his pocket with his dry hands and bought a train model.

Fuck!
The old thief has a real sword, he’s almost becoming a sword saint!

(End of this chapter)