Entertainment: A little bird at the beginning

Chapter 110 Are you a little bitch?

Zhang Wei is very busy, but he still remembers the chat content of the last few people.

This time, there was indeed a show that needed manpower. He thought Zhao Wen was good, but he didn't expect this kind of thing to happen.

After Lu Xingyu gave the address, Zhang Wei packed up and went to have a look.

Before leaving, he suddenly took out a business card and handed it to Lu Xingyu, saying, "This is the business card of the executive director of our crew, please keep one."

Lu Xingyu was stunned, then asked with a smile: "I don't make movies, so why would I leave you with the executive director's business card?"

Zhang Wei said: "I remember, didn't you write songs for Zhao Wen before? Recently, for our TV series, I heard that we are planning to order a few theme songs. I think you can give it a try."

Lu Xingyu smiled slightly, patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder, and said, "Thank you."

Lu Xingyu asked again: "By the way, you won't play Zhang Wei again this time, will you?"

Zhang Wei shook his head and said, "No this time, playing the second male role is the son of a prince."

Lu Xingyu nodded, and said with a smile: "Okay, I wish you a great TV drama."

Zhang Wei left the dormitory and went to the hospital to visit Zhao Wen, while Lu Xingyu stayed alone and made the bed in the dormitory for a while, but he didn't stay long.

The main reason was that a phone call reached Lu Xingyu's hands.

Said to have my courier.

At the school gate, there were seven or eight three-wheeled battery cars, representing different courier companies. Lu Xingyu forgot to ask which one just now, so he asked them one by one.

When it was at the seventh store, the courier brother picked up a small package from behind and asked, "Are you a little bitch?"

Lu Xingyu was quite embarrassed, but when he remembered something, he nodded, and the little brother asked again: "What's the tail number."

Lu Xingyu saved the phone number, took the courier and looked at the very thin and small envelope, and frowned for a moment.

More than a month ago, my article was rejected by a magazine.

Well, mainly the so-called "poetry" I wrote, I feel rubbish.

Then the system is very boring to publish tasks, let yourself mail a poem, and it will be published in the magazine manuscript.

At that time, after he chose a poem to mail, he didn't care about it.

There was no news all this time, so he ignored it, but today he suddenly received a magazine, which made him quite interested.

If it was in a magazine, it shouldn't be so thin.

Didn't think much about it, just turned away.

There was only one piece of paper inside, and after opening it, Lu Xingyu discovered that there was a sentence "A letter to Xiaojian" written in the middle.

Lu Xingyu was quite speechless, why was it so formal, he looked down.

Hello little fellow!

Star Poetry has received your submission. Thank you for your letter. We have reviewed your poems for several rounds and think it is very meaningful and valuable. We are preparing to publish your poems in Star Poetry Magazine. Hope you can Received your confirmation reply.

The contact information is all below, you can also contact me directly to confirm.

Lu Xingyu looked at this short letter, but felt a little happy in his heart.

Although he pretended to be Haida, it was quite normal to be able to log into Xingkong Poetry Magazine.

I thought this submission had failed, but I didn't expect to receive a reply after a month.

Lu Xingyu didn't feel anything about this.

Now, the Internet age is developing rapidly.

E-mail submission has become the main channel. Of course, many impurities still have not canceled the mailing method, mainly some old authors, who have become accustomed to mailing. In the words of some old people, it is called a sense of ritual.

But because the mail itself takes a long time and the timeliness is not high, it is normal for the editor of the magazine to see it next month after you mail it this month.

There are even some journals, after you submit your manuscript, there is no news, not because you haven’t reviewed it, but because people haven’t read it at all.

Lu Xingyu had thought this was the case in this magazine before, but he didn't expect to see it.

What Lu Xingyu didn't know was that his conjecture was almost true.

Time back to three days ago.

The editors of Xingkong Miscellaneous are all on vacation and start to work. The first thing to deal with is a pile of mailed submission letters piled up in the corner.

There are a lot of these letters, at least hundreds of them. The editor in charge of the preliminary review of the manuscripts came to the office with these mails, opened them casually, took a look at them, and then closed them.

Finally, a trainee editor was called and said: "The quality of these manuscripts is not very good, you can throw them away."

The intern editor is a girl named Tan Tao, who graduated from a certain university's Faculty of Arts and majored in literature. She likes her current job very much.

Although I felt that it was a bit irresponsible for the other party to finish reviewing the manuscript in just ten minutes, but after all, he was his immediate superior, so he naturally did not dare to refute.

After leaving the editorial meeting room with those letters in her arms, she wanted to obey her boss's arrangement and throw them away.

But when he lowered his head to look, he happened to see that a copy had been torn open, exposing the paper inside, with eight characters written on it.

"Facing the Ocean, Spring and Blossom."

When she saw the eight characters, she only felt that there seemed to be a light in her eyes, which made sense.

Subconsciously put down the other letters, and then opened that letter.

Thus, Lu Xingyu's submission, which he was about to throw away, was seen by the intern editor by accident.

Tan Tao quickly opened the torn envelope, even the letter paper was torn, otherwise she would not be able to read these eight characters.

Simple relying, looking down, every word and line, without taking your eyes off.

Be a happy man from tomorrow on

Feed the horses, chop wood, travel the world
Caring about food and vegetables from tomorrow
I have a house, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming
"Be a happy man from tomorrow on."

Tan Tao murmured at the corner of her mouth, those simple words came together, seemingly messy, but it made her feel refreshed.

Feeding horses, chopping firewood, these simple daily tasks and traveling around the world have come together, and a special feeling has strangely occurred.

The more she looked back, the more excited she became, and the more she felt that this poem was better than those poems she had seen and read.

It is said that poetry should be read slowly and tasted slowly.

She reads poetry very slowly, but she is also serious. She has seen other people's poems, and of course knows that their poems are actually beautiful.

But when will this poem be different? There are many words full of hope in the poem... However, in the warm spring, there is a message of winter hidden - a kind of vague danger and sadness. It turns out that all this All from tomorrow.

Yes, all happiness and goodness will start from tomorrow.

But when will tomorrow come, disappointed, but helpless, happiness will eventually come, but the distance from me is only one day away.

Tan Tao saw a lot of things between the lines of the poem, the expectation for the good, the longing for the future, just like the phrase "facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming."

She didn't think too much, and went directly to the office of the editor she was in charge of, and knocked on the door. After obtaining consent, she hurried up and said, "Editor in charge, please read this poem."

(End of this chapter)