Literary Master 1978

Feeling contempt in his heart, Xiao Yao felt that Zhu Changsheng's idea was a good one. As long as he could send these letters out, he would feel a lot more relaxed.

The two spent a lot of time picking out two packets of letters, and after getting off work, they ran to the Overseas Chinese Apartment with these letters.

"Lao Zhu, what's going on?"

The two of them carried two big sacks upstairs. Lin Chaoyang's face was full of astonishment when he opened the door.

"Isn't this the publication of "The Death of Van Gogh"? Readers' enthusiasm for writing letters has been particularly high recently. Many letters are written specifically to you. You must read them carefully and reply to these readers carefully."

Zhu Changsheng and Xiao Yao put the sacks in the living room. He wiped the non-existent sweat stains on his forehead and gasped: "These letters have been carefully selected by our editorial department, and they are all enthusiastic readers."

When Zhu Changsheng was talking, Xiao Yao secretly looked at him. He had never noticed before that Lao Zhu never blinked when he told lies.

"There are so many letters, there is nowhere to put them at home!" Lin Chaoyang complained.

"If your family has no room, we will have no room. Besides, didn't you just buy a courtyard house some time ago?"

"I didn't buy the courtyard just to store letters. The place hasn't been vacated yet."

"Wouldn't there be room if we free it up?"

Zhu Changsheng exchanged a few words with Lin Chaoyang, and then the matter of the letter was revealed. He smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen.

"Yo! This smells so delicious!"

Lin Chaoyang said sarcastically: "I don't think you are here to deliver a letter, but more like you are here to make a living."

"I don't agree with this. When we deliver letters, we are also working for you. The landlord's family has to take care of the food when they hire day laborers."

"To reach your level by having a meal, you can think of it as a way to gain insights and experience."

The two of them were familiar with each other and their tone was relaxed and cheerful. Xiao Yao couldn't help but admire Lao Zhu.

The old comrade is not only cunning, but also has such a good relationship with the writer.

Dinner at Lin Chaoyang's house is pork belly with sauerkraut, and sauerkraut was picked up by Zhang Guiqin after winter.

Before winter, the family bought hundreds of kilograms of Chinese cabbage for winter storage. In order to collect the sauerkraut, Lin Chaoyang bought a large vat.

The method of making sauerkraut is very simple. Remove the roots and laobangzi of the cabbage, blanch it with hot water to dry it, and then pile it into a large vat.

After the cabbage is filled, put a big stone on it and wait for the cabbage to slowly ferment.

The temperature of cooking sauerkraut cannot be high or low. Lin Chaoyang's home has heating, so the temperature is too high. It won't work if the outdoor temperature is too low.

After looking around, I found that the temperature in the corridor was just right.

But this is a public area, and it would be too unscrupulous to use it to stack your own things.

Lin Chaoyang made a special trip upstairs and downstairs and gave a few kilograms of cabbage to the family. He also made an appointment to wait until the sauerkraut was drained before giving it to the neighbors to taste, so he placed the sauerkraut jar in the corridor.

Those who can live in overseas Chinese apartments need these few cabbages. The most important thing is etiquette.

The dish of sauerkraut is not unfamiliar to Yanjing people. Many Yanjing people also eat sauerkraut in winter.

As the aroma wafting from the kitchen became stronger and stronger, not only Zhu Changsheng, but also Xiao Yao couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The sauerkraut pork belly in the Northeast is a pig-killing vegetable, but unlike the greasy pig-killing vegetable that many people think of, the sauerkraut pork belly has a refreshing and delicious taste.

The sauerkraut that has been stewed twice in cold water is sour and light, with a fragrant taste. The broth of the sauerkraut is mellow and absorbs all the fat in the pork belly. The originally greasy three-layered pork belly also becomes refreshing.

A piece of pork belly is sandwiched in shredded pickled cabbage. It is still steaming when it is sandwiched. It is dipped in a little garlic soy sauce and stuffed into your mouth. It is sour and delicious, not greasy or greasy.

Zhu Changsheng and Xiao Yao ate with their mouths full of oil and kept picking up their chopsticks, which made Zhang Guiqin look worried.

If you say you want to eat, just eat. Why don't you notice it at all? Even after eating two bowls of rice, you don't stop using your chopsticks.

"Chaoyang, your pickled cabbage and white meat are really amazing. I have never had such delicious food in Yanjing for so many years!"

After a full meal, Zhu Changsheng looked satisfied, even a little tipsy.

After coming out of Lin Chaoyang's house, Xiao Yao said with emotion: "Everyone says that the food at Lin Chaoyang's house is delicious. After eating it today, it really lives up to its reputation."

Zhu Changsheng got on the bicycle and found that his stomach was a little tight, so he deliberately loosened his belt.

"It's not delicious. Who can pass it on? I heard someone tell them that they call their restaurant Xunweizhai. Hehe, this name is correct."

Xiao Yao looked back at the lights upstairs, "It's a pity that we only have one dish today."

Zhu Changsheng joked: "Isn't it enough to have vegetables and meat? The requirements for eating rice are quite high!"

"I just want to try more of his dishes."

"That's easy. Let's buy some meat and vegetables when we have time next time, and let Chaoyang cook with us."

Xiao Yao said: "How great is that!"

She didn't have much contact with Lin Chaoyang, and distance brought beauty, and distance also brought awe. In the eyes of her, a young editor, Lin Chaoyang was a top figure in the literary world, and he specially cooked for her. Such treatment was unimaginable.

"Oh, that's wrong!" Zhu Changsheng almost had the words "wisdom and scheming" written on his face. He taught earnestly: "For those who love cooking, if you ask him to cook for you, it will be better than giving it to him." A hundred good words will help. Do you think I am just here to deliver a letter to him?"

Xiao Yao looked confused, wasn't he?

"Sending letters is just an excuse, it has nothing to do with you!

Look, did we have a meal at their house today? Do you have an excuse to treat him to a meal next time? If he doesn't eat, buy some groceries and let him cook them.

After this, the relationship has become familiar, right? If the relationship is good, why worry about not being able to get manuscripts? "

Zhu Changsheng's "manuscript collection experience" stunned Xiao Yao, and unconsciously gave birth to a bit of awe in his heart.

Old Zhu is not a shrewd man, but a cunning man!

Just now, Zhu Changsheng and Xiao Yao were here, and Lin Erchun and Zhang Guiqin suppressed their curiosity. After the two left, the couple came to the sack.

"Chaoyang, are these all letters written to you? How many letters are there?"

"I don't know, there should be three or four thousand." Lin Chaoyang estimated.

"So many?" Zhang Guiqin was surprised.

"Not too much, "Contemporary" sells hundreds of thousands of copies per issue, and there are thousands of letters here. The readers who write letters may not even account for one percent. ”

In the past, they only knew that their son wrote well, could earn royalties to buy a big house, and was a great writer, but Zhang Guiqin and Lin Erchun had no specific concept.

Today, after seeing the letters from readers sent by Zhu Changsheng and Xiao Yao, they finally had some specific understanding.

Just now, the two said that this was only a part of it. How many would it be if it was all!

"All these letters need to be replied?"

Lin Erchun asked a key question.

In his heart, his son is a great writer, and the words he wrote can be sold. How much will he have to pay if he has to reply to so many letters?

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said, "How can I reply to all of them? Just pick a part of them to reply to."

"Stamps cost a lot of money!" Lin Erchun muttered.

"You know how to calculate all day long. These are all the readers' kindness." Zhang Guiqin accused.

"What's wrong with the readers' kindness? No money? Can stamps come for free? "

The couple quarreled for a few words and then ignored each other.

Lin Chaoyang took the two sacks of letters to the study, then poured them out and opened them one by one.

Tao Yushu walked in and saw that he was so messy, so he said: "I will help you open the letters."

"Okay."

The two sat on both sides of the desk and opened and read the letters together.

Lin Chaoyang read a letter from Luoyang, Henan, written by an employee of the Cultural Bureau.

"This novel is not only a clever fusion of suspense and history, but also a deep tribute to art and humanity.

In the process of reading the novel, I seemed to follow Aaron's footsteps through the corridor of time and space, stood beside Mr. Van Gogh, and felt his sensitive and passionate heart.

Every detail in the novel, whether it is the delicate portrayal of Van Gogh's inner world or the clever integration of the stories behind Van Gogh's paintings, is shocking.

Especially when Aaron's figure overlaps with Van Gogh at the end of the novel, and he witnesses the recognition and praise of his works in the modern art museum with his own eyes.

The touch of that moment made me burst into tears. This is not only a belated affirmation of Van Gogh's artistic achievements, but also an encouragement to all those who persist in their dreams. "

This comrade's reading experience is very good, and he has to write a letter back. Lin Chaoyang put the letter back into the envelope and put it in a corner of the desk, and then opened another letter.

This letter is just average. It only praises it, but doesn't say how good it is. He gave a bad review, stuffed the letter back into the envelope, and put it into the empty sack.

"Hey, look at this letter, written by a second-year junior high school student."

Tao Yushu handed over a letter. Lin Chaoyang took a look at the sender. It was sent from Xiangtan, Hunan. The letter began with "Dear Uncle Xu Lingjun".

"Through Aaron's eyes, I seemed to have personally experienced Van Gogh's hardships and struggles on the road of art, and also witnessed his unremitting pursuit of beauty.

The delicate description of Van Gogh's psychological state in the novel gave me a new understanding of this unfamiliar artist. He is no longer an empty name, but a person with flesh and blood, strong emotions and an unyielding soul.

The biggest feeling I got after reading your novel is that we should cherish every unique creation and expression, because it is these unique creations and expressions that will change the world.

Thank you for this work that gave me such inspiration. It will undoubtedly become a precious spiritual wealth in my life journey. I look forward to more excellent works in the future to continue to enlighten our hearts. "

After reading the letter, Lin Chaoyang asked: "Is this written by a junior high school student?"

Tao Yushu smiled and said: "It must be an intellectual family, or the family is engaged in art, and precocious. Or it must be written by an adult, but I don't think it should be the case."

Lin Chaoyang nodded. Indeed, it was just a letter from a reader.

He put the letter on the desk. Such a thoughtful little reader must be replied.

"Why is this letter so thick?" Tao Yushu said as she opened a thick envelope. After looking at it for a few times, she couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

Tao Yushu handed over the letter, "Read it yourself. ”

The tone of the writer should be a college student.

“…The appearance of “Death of Van Gogh” is a huge setback in your literary creation. Compared with the sophisticated skills you showed in “Lai Zi’s Summer”, the stream-of-consciousness literary technique in “Death of Van Gogh” can be said to be clumsy.

I think “Death of Van Gogh” is ingenious in conception, but you use a rigid linear narrative method to handle the plot in the structural arrangement, which completely wastes this ingenious conception and novel concepts such as time travel and space transformation.

When using dreams and hallucinations to show the complexity of Van Gogh’s inner world, some of your treatments are too vulgar…”

Lin Chaoyang figured out why Tao Yushu laughed out loud. The whole letter was 16 pages long and had nearly 10,000 words.

You say he likes "The Death of Van Gogh", but he criticized the novel and the author Lin Chaoyang to pieces; you say he doesn't like "The Death of Van Gogh", but he can write a 10,000-word review.

"This guy is a talent!"

After reading the letter, Lin Chaoyang was not angry, but laughed out loud like Tao Yushu.

Tao Yushu saw his expression and asked, "He is so picky about these contents, so you are not angry?"

Lin Chaoyang said easily, "The novel has been written, how to comment is his business, just don't curse. His theoretical knowledge is quite solid, probably he studied Chinese, you are right to be picky, probably he treats my novel as a world masterpiece."

"Is there a sentence you haven't heard?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

"What?"

"The deeper the love, the more severe the criticism."

Tao Yushu laughed speechlessly, "No wonder you are in such a good mood, you are really good at comforting yourself. Then do you want to write a letter back to your enthusiastic reader?"

"You have to write a letter back. It will take a long time to copy so many pages, and you can't write such detailed things without reading the novel several times."

Lin Chaoyang took the envelope with a smile, and when he saw the sender on it, he was stunned.