Literary Master 1978.

Chapter 61: At least a novella

Zhu Guangqian played chess at Tao's house for the whole morning, and had lunch at noon before preparing to leave leisurely.

In the morning, my brother-in-law went out to meet a friend, and Tao's father asked Lin Chaoyang to see the old man off.

"A few days ago, a little foreigner came to our library to borrow "Jin Ping Mei"." Lin Chaoyang said to Zhu Guangqian with a smile.

The old man didn't feel guilty at all when he was caught doing something bad.

"That foreigner was too talkative. I was running, but he insisted on talking to me. He almost gave me a stitch in the side."

It turned out that the old man was annoyed when others talked to him while he was running, but Lin Chaoyang felt that this was just an excuse of the old man. He just wanted to play a trick on A Mao, especially since A Mao was so much taller than the old man, this reason was more than justified.

"Then please recommend a more reliable book, like The Plum in the Golden Vase."

"What's unreliable about it? If he understands Jin Ping Mei, he will be an expert on China."

"He hasn't made his point clear yet! I recommended the Selected Works of Mao Zedong to him."

Zhu Guangqian glanced at Lin Chaoyang and said, "How dare you say that to me?"

The next day, Lin Chaoyang went to the Chinese Department to attend a class. After class, he saw Chen Jiangong and others pushing bicycles with bags of things on the back seats.

"Why go?"

"Send the magazine."

The word "send" is used very skillfully. If someone "sends" the God of Wealth to you during festivals, can you refuse it? You have to accept it. Not only that, you have to say "please" the God of Wealth.

The revival of the May Fourth Literary Society is a major event in the Yenching University community. Now that the society's journal has been launched, students from all major universities should be able to join in the celebration.

Not only the major universities in Yenching University, but also some high schools, such as No. 4 Middle School and Yenching University Affiliated High School, are the targets of development by Chen Jiangong and his team.

"Be careful when you go out. If you get caught, just say you're from next door."

"Weiming Lake" is not a publication. If students like Chen Jiangong carry these magazines outside to sell, they are likely to be caught red-handed.

Chen Jiangong smiled complacently, his eyes still a little disdainful, "Teacher Xie just told us that if we get caught, we should report our name from Yanda. Your mindset won't work."

What the two said were of course jokes.

Chen Jiangong and his group of six were divided into three groups. One group went straight to the neighboring Shuimu University, one group headed towards Yanjing City, and another group went south to the gate of Yanjing University Affiliated High School.

Wang Xiaoping and Gong Yu were in charge of Yanda High School. They pushed their bicycles to the school gate and attracted the attention of the security guards.

The two of them didn't say anything, just stood at the school gate waiting. The students hadn't finished their classes yet, so there were not many people on campus.

"Ding-ling-ling!" A crisp bell rang, and the students were dismissed from get out of class.

Wang Xiaoping and Gong Yu became alert and looked towards the campus. After a while, they saw a youthful girl leading a group of students walking towards them.

"Sister!" The girl greeted Gong Yu. It was Gong Yu's younger sister Gong Yun.

Yesterday, Gong Yu told Gong Yun that the May Fourth Literary Society was going to sell "Wenming Lake" outside, and today Gong Yun called on a group of classmates to show their support.

Two groups of people were talking across the school gate, and the security guard at the gate saw this and came over.

Wang Xiaoping felt a little guilty when she saw the guard approaching. She tugged at Gong Yu's sleeves and said calmly, "Don't panic!"

After saying that, he took out the Yan University badge from his pocket and pinned it to his chest.

The security guard, who was less than three meters away from the two of them, glanced at the school badge on Gong Yu's chest, did not move forward, and turned back to the security room.

"Wow, it's really useful!" Wang Xiaoping said happily.

Gong Yu said with some pride: "Last year, Zhao Zhenkai and his team posted Today all the way from Xidan to Yanda and Renmin University. Guess why they were able to stay safe?"

"Today" is a folk magazine led by a group of poets including Zhao Zhenkai and Mang Ke, among whom many students from Yenching University participated.

The powerful Kai Ye in later generations is now just a little follower who throws glue on the wall when "Today" is posted.

Wang Xiaoping nodded in understanding. Both the country and the government treated college students like them preferentially, sometimes even pampering them.

The group of students brought by Gong Yun are very interested in the "Wenming Lake" magazine. Some of them will definitely enter Yan University this year, and they are naturally yearning for the May Fourth Literary Society.

A group of students rushed to pay for the magazines, and some of them couldn't wait to flip through them.

"Gong Yun, where are Xu Lingjun's things?"

"When did I say Xu Lingjun's work was published there? He was just a consultant."

"Advisor!"

The classmate looked in the list in front of him and said in surprise: "It's really him!"

A group of people came up and asked, "Is Xu Lingjun really from your Yanda University?" Someone asked Wang Xiaoping, "Is Xu Lingjun really from your Yanda University?"

Wang Xiaoping nodded hesitantly, it seemed that there was no need to keep it secret now.

Gong Yu said openly: "Xu Lingjun is indeed from our Yanda University. This is his pen name."

As she spoke, Gong Yu suddenly remembered what she had said to her sister a few days ago, and she called her sister aside.

"Don't spread their information everywhere, so as not to affect their work."

Gong Yun patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, sister. I didn't spread it around."

While the two sisters were talking, many classmates had bought the magazines, but there were still a bunch of magazines left that Wang Xiaoping and Gong Yu brought.

Gong Yun said: "I'll go get some more people for you."

As she spoke, she ran towards the teaching building and met a bright and pretty girl head-on.

"Yumo, why did you come just now?"

"I went to the bathroom. Do you have any magazines?"

"Yes, go quickly!"

"it is good."

The two passed each other.

That night, Lin Chaoyang was writing at his desk when his pen suddenly ran out of ink, so he shook the pen.

"Don't shake it, don't shake it!" Tao Yushu said hurriedly. She took the pen and said, "I've told you several times, if the ink is gone, just fill it up. Don't shake it all the time, and make the room full of ink spots."

Lin Chaoyang watched Tao Yushu unscrew the pen tube and insert the tip of the pen into the black ink bottle, filling the pen belly with ink, but not covering the tip of the pen with excess ink.

"Wife, you are amazing at filling ink!"

Tao Yushu glanced at him in reproach, "You only know how to say nice things to fool me!"

"How can you say I'm fooling you? If you have advantages, you should speak out openly!"

Tao Yushu's mouth curled up slightly, "Okay, hurry up and write yours."

Lin Chaoyang took the pen and said easily, "There are at most a thousand words left. Stay up a little longer tonight and finish the battle."

Tao Yushu was quite surprised, "So fast?"

Hearing this, Lin Chaoyang's heart skipped a beat. Fast? I should have written slower.

I've been writing too smoothly recently and haven't been able to hold on.

"Well, it still needs some revisions," he added.

Tao Yushu nodded, "Yes. I'll take a look at it for you first, and then you can send it to the editorial department to have the editor point out any problems, and then revise it. This way it will be more efficient."

Tao Yushu not only loves to study, but is also very enthusiastic in pursuing learning efficiency, and he unconsciously makes some demands on Lin Chaoyang.

A few days later, it was already the end of March.

The willow treetops by the Weiming Lake are green, the spring breeze is warm, and the lake surface is shimmering.

Lin Chaoyang asked for leave from the museum because he had to submit a manuscript to Yenching Literature and Art today.

They took the bus all the way to the compound of the Municipal Cultural Bureau. With the experience of being brought here by Chen Jiangong last time, Lin Chaoyang found the editorial office with ease this time.

"Dening!"

Zhang Dening heard someone calling him, looked up and saw Lin Chaoyang, with a look of surprise on his face, "Why are you here? Are you here to deliver a manuscript to me?"

"If you don't send me the manuscript, I can't come to you?" Lin Chaoyang joked.

The smile on Zhang Dening's face collapsed, "There is no manuscript!"

"You editors are such cold-blooded realists."

As Lin Chaoyang spoke, he slapped a stack of manuscript paper on the table.

A smile appeared on Zhang Dening's face again, and it was unusually cheap.

"Oh my! There really is a manuscript. It's such a thick stack?"

She stroked the freshly-made manuscript with a smile on her face, her eyes almost unable to be taken away.

It’s such a thick stack, it must be at least a novella, right?
(End of this chapter)