Literary Master 1978

Since November, the temperature in Yenching has been getting lower and lower. Many people on campus have changed into winter clothes. The heating in the Yenching University Library has not been warm for the past two days, and it is a bit painful to stay in the library.

When he first arrived in the morning, Lin Chaoyang went to the Chinese Journal Reading Room and borrowed the "Yenching Literature and Art" that had just arrived this morning.

The biggest advantage of working in Yenching University is that most of the books and newspapers that people can access at this stage can be read here for free.

This week it was Lin Chaoyang's turn to be on duty at the front desk. In the morning, he first dealt with a large number of students who came to borrow books, and then took advantage of the time when no one was around to slack off and read the borrowed "Yenching Literature and Art".

"The Horse Herder" - Xu Lingjun.

When "The Horse Herder" was published, Lin Chaoyang certainly could not use his real name, he had to come up with a pen name. He was too lazy to think about it, so he simply used the name of the protagonist of the novel.

Seeing the words originally written on the letter paper with a fountain pen being printed in lead type, Lin Chaoyang felt a very strange feeling in his heart. It was a sense of accomplishment, but he also knew that he was just standing on the shoulders of giants.

There was no way, who made him walk on the road paved by giants?

The manuscript fee was in hand, and the novel was published. Lin Chaoyang was in a good mood while admiring the magazine.

At noon, he went to the dining hall to eat, and Lin Chaoyang stood firmly behind the line of braised pork again.

"Hey, Zhenyun!"

Lin Chaoyang called out when he met an acquaintance while queuing.

Liu Zhenyun looked listless and decadent. When he heard Lin Chaoyang's call, he turned back half a beat late and greeted him blankly.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I didn't sleep well last night because I was revising the manuscript." Liu Zhenyun yawned and said.

He didn't sleep well at all.

Yesterday, when Liu Zhenyun received the manuscript sent back by Chen Jiangong, it had a strong impact on his young mind, which was no less than the impact when Liu Zhenyun first saw the novel "The Count of Monte Cristo".

Am I qualified to write a novel?

After reading the comments and revisions on the manuscript, Liu Zhenyun kept thinking about this sentence.

After finally recovering from the shock, he gritted his teeth and decided to revise the manuscript.

This revision took him a whole night without sleep, and he also smoked two packs of cigarettes.

In the morning, several people in the dormitory came together and complained that Liu Zhenyun made the dormitory smoky. Liu Zhenyun said, "I haven't charged you for smoking my second-hand smoke!"

After revising the manuscript overnight and attending classes all morning, Lin Chaoyang saw Liu Zhenyun, who looked so haggard.

Liu Zhenyun didn't know that Lin Chaoyang revised the manuscript yesterday, but Lin Chaoyang knew that the manuscript he revised was Liu Zhenyun's.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Look at how he had harmed the child.

He pulled Liu Zhenyun from the team of pot-fried tofu to the team of braised pork.

Liu Zhenyun struggled desperately, "I don't have money!"

"I'll treat you, I'll treat you!"

Lin Chaoyang's enthusiasm made Liu Zhenyun confused, but as soon as he smelled the fragrant braised pork, he gave up resistance.

Liu Zhenyun's mouth was full of light as he showed off the fat and lean braised pork in his mouth, "Brother Lin, when I publish my novel in the magazine, I will definitely treat you to a meal."

"Don't call me brother, I'm one year younger than you."

Lin Chaoyang was born in 1959, and Liu Zhenyun was born in 1958.

Liu Zhenyun was a little surprised and muttered, "It doesn't look like it!"

Lin Chaoyang: I won't treat you even if I feed this meat to dogs!

Jokes aside, he has already treated you, can he still pull the meat out of Liu Zhenyun's mouth?

At worst, I can eat it next time (gritting my teeth) and it will be fine when I come back!

Lin Chaoyang came back from the dining hall and found that the "Yenching Literature and Art" on the table was gone. Hu Wenqiong next door said: "Xiao Lin, the magazine is here with me, give it to you."

Lin Chaoyang did not take the magazine she handed over, "I have finished reading it, you can read it, and think about returning it to the journal room when you are done."

"Okay, thank you."

Coming out of the dining hall, although the cold wind outside made his face stiff, Liu Zhenyun still couldn't help feeling a little sleepy.

He didn't sleep all night yesterday, had a half-day class, and ate so much meat at noon. It would be strange if he didn't feel sleepy. He ran back to the dormitory of Building 32 to make up for his sleep and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he looked out the window and it was pitch black.

Liu Zhenyun's heart skipped a beat. It's over. The afternoon class.

The head of the dormitory was also from the Chinese department. When he saw him wake up, he immediately said, "Zhenyun, why didn't you go to class? Teacher Xie asked you where you went?"

Liu Zhenyun's face turned pale, "What did you say?"

"What can I say? You went to sleep after lunch, so we must tell you the truth."

Hearing this, Liu Zhenyun looked flustered and whispered, "It's over, it's over..."

Seeing Liu Zhenyun so careless, the other people in the dormitory laughed. Seeing this, Liu Zhenyun immediately realized that he was fooled by them.

But he was still nervous about not having class in the afternoon, and kept asking the head.

"Don't worry, everyone said you were sick."

The sixth roommate in the dormitory, who was reading a magazine, couldn't stand it anymore and told Liu Zhenyun the truth. He was relieved.

After this, his confused mind, which had just woken up, became clear, and he remembered the manuscript that he had revised all night yesterday.

"Zhenyun, still revising? Why not write a new one?" The sixth roommate suggested.

Liu Zhenyun didn't want to give up, "I'll try again."

Since he couldn't persuade him, Lao Liu threw the magazine in his hand to him.

"Don't just write blindly, look at how others write. Take a look at the novels in this issue of "Yanjing Literature and Art". They are very well written, comparable to Lu Xinhua's "Scars."

Liu Zhenyun felt quite disdainful when Lao Liu said this. "Scars" has been published for several months and is very popular in China. It has caused a huge wave of public opinion, and some people even shouted the slogan of "Scar Literature".

In his opinion, the level of "Scars" is at best better than his, and it is completely unworthy of its huge reputation in China.

Thinking so in his heart, he couldn't refuse Lao Liu's kindness bluntly, and he flipped through the article that Lao Liu handed over.

"The Shepherd", Xu Lingjun.

"He is a son abandoned by a rich man."

At the first sentence of the opening, Liu Zhenyun's eyes were attracted to the novel.

At the same time, the Yanda Library had already closed for get off work. Hu Wenqiong, who usually packed up her things a few minutes in advance, sat quietly today, her mind completely attracted by the magazine in front of her, ignoring the movement outside.

"Sister Hu, Sister Hu, it's time to get off work."

Lin Chaoyang called twice before Hu Wenqiong came back to her senses, but she said "ah" but her eyes refused to leave the magazine.

Seeing that everyone had finished get off work, she remembered that she had to go home to cook, so she could only copy the magazine she was reading into her bag and read it when she had time at night.