Literary Master 1978

Zhu Changsheng put all his energy into the manuscript and completely immersed himself in the world of the novel. Lin Chaoyang called him several times before he came back to his senses.

He raised his head and looked at Lin Chaoyang, only to see that his eyes were full of bloodshot, tears, and excitement.

He said in a passionate voice: "Chaoyang, you gave Van Gogh the most perfect ending."

Lin Chaoyang chuckled: "The novel is not finished yet."

"I know. But I think this is enough for Van Gogh."

When Zhu Changsheng said this, his face was full of excitement and solemnity, which fully reflected his recognition of the novel.

Zhu Changsheng followed the novel all the way. He knew that what he saw today must be the climax of the novel. He felt the surging vitality nurtured by Lin Chaoyang's pen, and he was completely immersed in the dream journey woven by Lin Chaoyang.

In a trance, he even felt that Van Gogh in the novel might be the real artist.

Although the novel has not been completed yet, Zhu Changsheng can boldly say that Lin Chaoyang has once again presented a rare novel to the Chinese literary world with his magnificent imagination and powerful writing skills.

There are two dishes for dinner, one is stir-fried shredded potatoes, and the other is stir-fried cabbage with black fungus.

Black fungus was brought by Lin Erchun and his wife from their hometown in Northeast China. Potatoes and cabbage are winter storage vegetables, which are the few vegetables on the tables of ordinary people in the north at this time.

This is not that Lin Chaoyang deliberately treats guests harshly. In this day and age, everything needs tickets. Although you can buy unplanned materials with money, this stuff requires people to spend time to match.

Lin Chaoyang is not a peddler who specializes in speculation. If he has time or encounters an opportunity, he will certainly buy something for his family. If he has no time or opportunity, he can only make do with it.

Zhu Changsheng finished reading the novel and couldn't calm down for a long time. He pulled Lin Chaoyang to chat for a long time before sitting in the restaurant to eat.

After finishing the meal, he took out a few food coupons from his pocket.

"Chaoyang, I've been eating at your house a lot recently, so consider these food coupons as my food expenses."

Lin Chaoyang declined, "It's just a few meals, I don't need them."

"Take it. If you don't take it, how can I come here in the future?"

Seeing Zhu Changsheng say this, Lin Chaoyang had to accept the food coupons and handed them to Tao Yushu.

Zhu Changsheng asked again, "Looking at this progress, your novel should be finished in the next two days, right?"

"About two or three days."

"Just give the manuscript to us. I'll apply to Lao Tan and give you the treatment of publishing one issue." Zhu Changsheng said sincerely.

Lin Chaoyang laughed, "You've seen all the virgins in our family, and you still want to be irresponsible?"

Hearing his words, Zhu Changsheng laughed. The "virgin" Lin Chaoyang mentioned naturally refers to his manuscript that is about to be completed.

Finally, the manuscript was submitted. It was worth his hard work in the severe cold weather.

Zhu Changsheng was very happy and said, "I can guarantee that your novel will make a sensation in the entire literary world after it is published!"

He is a senior editor of "Contemporary". His professional quality is beyond doubt. In the past, when facing the author, he rarely expressed his extreme praise for the work like he did now.

But facing Lin Chaoyang's novel, he could not restrain his inner appreciation and admiration.

Lin Chaoyang's previous work "Lai Zi's Summer" is a typical stream of consciousness literary work, and he also innovatively integrated Chinese culture and local characteristics into it.

Not only did he contribute an excellent stream of consciousness literary work to the Chinese literary world, but he also created the concept of Chinese stream of consciousness literature.

In this new work, he took Van Gogh, a genius who was born at the wrong time, as the starting point, and boldly integrated science fiction, suspense, and thriller elements into the plot of the novel.

It not only retains the mature stream of consciousness literary creation techniques used in the previous work, but also takes into account the reading tastes of readers.

This makes the novel not only have the depth of literature and thought, but also have excellent storytelling and readability.

Zhu Changsheng has read several stream-of-consciousness literary works at home and abroad that he has read. In terms of storytelling, if Lin Chaoyang's novel is ranked second, no one should dare to claim first place.

It would be strange if such a work that combines literature and storytelling and is appreciated by both the elite and the masses did not cause a sensation in the literary world. Zhu Changsheng is full of confidence in this.

Three days later, the novel was finally completed, and Zhu Changsheng came to pick up the manuscript as promised.

Holding a thick stack of manuscript paper in his hand, he felt a heavy weight. "Contemporary" will publish another work with wide influence.

The influence of a publication is supported by excellent works one by one. Every work that is widely praised by the literary world and enthusiastically sought after by readers is the confidence of a literary publication to dominate the literary world.

Zhu Changsheng believes that with this novel, the future development of "Contemporary" will definitely go to a higher level.

Although he was excited, Zhu Changsheng did not forget to check the manuscript carefully, for fear of missing any content.

After checking the manuscript and confirming that there was no problem, Zhu Changsheng looked at the first page of the manuscript and showed doubt.

"Chaoyang, this name..."

"I haven't decided which one to use, so I wrote them all down."

Zhu Changsheng nodded, staring at the two names on the manuscript, and fell into hesitation.

"Speaking of which, these two names seem good. "Meeting Van Gogh" has a stronger literary atmosphere, and "Death of Van Gogh" is more suspenseful."

He thought for a while and said, "Why don't you decide on it? The manuscript is about to be taken away."

Lin Chaoyang's fingers clicked on the manuscript paper, and finally landed on the four words "The Death of Van Gogh", "Just use it."

Zhu Changsheng looked at Lin Chaoyang's choice with a chuckle on his face, "I guessed that you would choose this name."

"Why?" Lin Chaoyang asked puzzledly.

"Maybe you haven't noticed it yourself, but you are actually very rational in your creation. You will not only consider all aspects of the work, but also the reader's acceptance.

The two titles "Meet Van Gogh" and "The Death of Van Gogh" are undoubtedly more reader-friendly than "The Death of Van Gogh".

This name not only identifies the protagonist, but also highly summarizes the plot of the novel, making it clear at a glance.

And it is very suspenseful and can catch the readers' attention. "

Lin Chaoyang didn't expect to choose a novel title, and Zhu Changsheng could give him some reading comprehension. He laughed heartily a few times and said to Zhu Changsheng: "Old Zhu, according to your praise, my novel The novel has almost become a masterpiece even before it is published.”

“It’s hard to say whether it is a masterpiece or not, but there is no doubt that it will leave a mark in the history of contemporary Chinese literature!”

Lin Chaoyang suspected that Zhu Changsheng was trying to get him his next work. He had never seen an editor dare to brag like this after accepting the manuscript before publishing it.

Zhu Changsheng said to Lin Chaoyang: "You don't know yet, right? Our "Contemporary" is going to be revised into a bimonthly magazine."

"Two monthly publications? Congratulations!"

The change from a quarterly magazine to a bimonthly magazine illustrates the popularity of "Contemporary" among readers, and also shows that "Contemporary" is also widely recognized among writers.

After all, it was published every two months instead of every three months, and the number of manuscripts increased by 50%.

Such a change is definitely a good thing for the publication, but it is a mixed bag for the editors. The good development of the magazine is certainly good for the editors, but the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, the workload will inevitably increase greatly.

"Thank you. I told Lao Qin two days ago that if the review is approved, I will try to put your novel in the first issue of our revision."

Lin Chaoyang hesitated and said, "I'm afraid it's too late, right?"

It's almost late December. The publication date of each issue of "Contemporary" is the 5th of the month. It only takes half a month to complete. The whole process of reviewing, proofreading, typesetting, and printing is simply not enough time.

"New year, new atmosphere. Your novel has nearly 220,000 words, which is basically a book. I will try to get a special account for you.

In this case, the trouble of typesetting is saved. I will send the manuscript to Lao Qin tonight and ask him to review it as soon as possible. "

Sensing the importance Zhu Changsheng attached to "The Death of Van Gogh", Lin Chaoyang was moved and said: "It doesn't matter, don't force it if you don't have time, as long as it can be published."

Zhu Changsheng nodded and said: "Of course, I can't be Lao Tan's home."

Lin Chaoyang laughed when he heard this.

After taking the manuscript, Lin Chaoyang sent Zhu Changsheng away.

Zhu Changsheng had a meal at Lin Chaoyang's house and chatted for a while. It was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

In winter in the north, the cold wind is always extremely strong and biting at night, but Zhu Changsheng's heart is full of heat while riding his bicycle.

The bicycle sped all the way to Beichizi Ertiao Hutong, located near the east side of the Forbidden City. Zhu Changsheng knocked on the door of a courtyard facing the street.

After about a minute, someone from the courtyard opened the door.

"Changsheng? Why are you here? Come in quickly!"

Tan Chaoyang was a little surprised by Zhu Changsheng's arrival and quickly let him into the courtyard.

The courtyard house of Tan Chaoyang's family is a house with two entrances. Both in scale and design, it is very similar to the courtyard house that Lin Chaoyang bought in Mianmian Hutong.

It's just that the courtyard in Qin Chaoyang is right next to the Forbidden City, and its location is much better than that in Mianmian Hutong.

His courtyard house was also bought with royalties in the 1950s. Tan Chaoyang was less affected by the buzz, so the house was successfully preserved.

The two of them entered the house, and the cold wind was suddenly cut off. The alternation of cold and warm made Zhu Changsheng couldn't help but shiver.

The lights in the room were dim, and the coal stove used for heating was blazing brightly, with the flames jumping happily under the influence of the air flow.

Qin Chaoyang lifted the steaming aluminum kettle from the coal stove and poured Zhu Changsheng a cup of hot tea.

"Come on, warm yourself up."

Zhu Changsheng took the tea cup, took a few sips, and felt a lot warmer. Then he carefully took out the manuscript from his briefcase.

"It's so cold at night just to deliver a manuscript to me?" Qin Chaoyang asked.

"You take a look first."

Zhu Changsheng did not respond to Tan Chaoyang's words, but urged.

Qin Chaoyang held the manuscript and the first thing he saw was the title of the novel - "The Death of Van Gogh".

There is also a name that has been crossed out next to it, which is probably invalid.

"Is this the novel you said Lin Chaoyang wrote about Van Gogh?"

"right."

Tan Chaoyang nodded and said, "You sit down first and I'll take a look."

He said something, walked to the desk, turned on the lamp, put on his reading glasses, and concentrated on reading the manuscript in his hand.

The north wind outside the window was getting stronger and stronger, whistling and inciting the doors and windows to make a slight sound. The wind helped the fire, and the fire burned even more fiercely.

The louder the wind sounds, the more tranquil the atmosphere in the house becomes.

Tan Chaoyang sat at the desk and read the manuscript intently. Zhu Changsheng was extremely bored, and his eyebrows, mouth and nose became more sensitive in such a quiet atmosphere.

He smelled the burning smell of coal in the air, and stared at the blazing flames in the furnace. A picture seemed to appear in front of him.