Low Key Star

  Chapter 27【027】Admiration for Festivals

   This man smiled at the old man who was watering the flower field when he got out of the car, but before he could say hello, the old man waved his hand impatiently: "Put your car inside, don't stop here, it's in the way."

  Wang Qiyuan hurriedly asked the driver to park the car in the open space in front of the door, and walked to the flower field by himself. Seeing that the old man was still watering the rose bushes with a water bottle, he hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhang, I'll do it."

   Reaching out to pick up the kettle that the old man was carrying, the old man waved his hand and said, "It's alright, alright, don't be polite, the manuscript is over there, you can read it yourself."

Wang Qiyuan had met Fang Qianxue before. He hadn't seen Fang Qianxue for many years. Fang Qianxue had hardly changed. He greeted him very politely, and saw a young man with a plaster cast sitting under a grape arbor reading a book. He also nodded with a smile. Nodding, he walked into the arbor.

Zhang Shouyi took Zhang Wei to the field to help with the work, only Fang Qianxue and Zhang Yang were left here, his mother helped tidy up the flower fields, Zhang Yang was sitting on the grape arbor reading a book, saw Wang Qiyuan sitting down in front of the desk, and opened the paperweight I didn't even read the books I lived in, and started to read Wang Qiyuan's books.

Wang Qiyuan is a student of Zhang Cong. He used to work in Xia Ke Literature. He has been taken care of by the old man. He has always been grateful, but the old man refused all visitors after he closed his pen. I felt ashamed of the mentor who recommended me to become a knight, and I was promoted and busy with work, so I never came again.

  However, he still remembers the old man's kindness in his heart. When he received the call last night, he could describe it as elated. It was not because the old man came back, but because the old man chose to come back and contacted him immediately.

   "Master never blamed me!"

  Under this thought, even the work of the old man’s comeback became less important, but the moment he picked up the manuscript, the five black characters of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" came into view, which still caused a great shock to him:

   "It's not a manuscript, the old man actually knows how to use a computer?"

  After passing this thought, he began to read with a sinking heart. After reading only half a page, he secretly praised in his heart: "The old man has been writing for more than six years, and his writing skills are not rusty. It seems that he is even more sophisticated!"

  Looking at another half page, I thought to myself again: "Hmm... the style has also changed a lot, but it's even better!"

   After reading it again, he no longer had the mind to think about it, and was completely immersed in this martial arts world that was completely different from his previous cognition, and he didn't even notice that the employee acting as the driver walked in.

   Zhang Yang saw the expected shocked and shocked expression on Wang Qiyuan's scarred face, and was satisfied. He was about to continue reading when he saw Wang Qiyuan's driver coming over.

This person was probably in his twenties, with an ordinary appearance. He and Zhang Yang nodded with a smile. page, and I quietly looked at it myself.

   Zhang Yang fixed his eyes on his face again, and quickly looked away contentedly again, continuing to read the book.

Fang Qianxue picked up some ripe grapes, washed them by the well after picking them, and brought them over. Zhang Yang lowered his voice and called "Mom...", Fang Qianxue glared at him angrily, and then picked them up. Give a bunch to the son, and then give it to the guests.

  Wang Qi thanked him far away, didn't care about eating, and continued to look down.

After watering the flowers, the old man came over after washing his hands. Although Wang Qiyuan and the two were immersed in the world of martial arts, they still noticed it and hurried to get up. The old man waved his hand and sat down opposite the desk, calling them to eat grape .

Wang Qiyuan sat down again, still ignoring eating, with a joyful and excited expression on his scarred face, and said: "This is the teacher's new work? I have only read it twice, but I just read the opening chapter. What is this?" It is necessary to break the old and create a new era, and create a new era for the entire martial arts novel!"

  The young man next to him had an expression of approval and admiration of "Yes, I think so too!"

  The old man said: "This statement is not too much, but I did not write the book."

  Wang Qiyuan listened to the first half of the sentence, and was about to boast two more, and the words were on the verge of his mouth. He choked back when he heard the second half of the sentence, and said in a daze, "Didn't you write it? That's..."

  The old man turned around and pointed under the grape arbor, "My grandson wrote it."

"what?"

  Wang Qiyuan opened his mouth wide, looking in disbelief at the young face under the grape arbor who looked no older than twenty years old.

  The young man next to him also had the same eyes, with a shocked and suspicious expression of "Yes, I can't believe this is true".

   Zhang Yang smiled slightly at the two of them, got up and walked over on crutches.

  The old man said: "No need, he wrote it. If I could write such a novel, I wouldn't have to seal my pen back then."

  Wang Qiyuan still found it hard to accept, and said uncertainly, "Your grandson... I remember his name is Zhang Yang, right? How old are you this year?"

   Zhang Yang sat down on the stool next to the pergola, and said with a smile, "My eighteenth birthday is next month."

"What grade?"

   "The third year of high school begins."

   "Where do you study?"

   "Second Middle School."

   "It's...Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School?"

  Seeing Zhang Yang nodded, Wang Qiyuan finally found a reason to convince himself to accept this fact.

  The young man next to him also had a stunned expression of "So he is a student of No. 2 Middle School, so it's no wonder".

  Wang Qiyuan looked down at the extremely old-fashioned words and sentences on the manuscript, and then looked at Zhang Yang's too young face. He still felt that his cognition was subverted.

The old man saw that he was still struggling with this, although he understood, he still said impatiently: "I called you here, just to see if this "Legend of the Condor Heroes" is eligible to be serialized in your poor window, can you tell me If it doesn’t work, I’ll call Li Shaogang again and tell him to come and take a look.”

  Wang Qiyuan thought that Li Shaogang was in the capital and couldn't come, but he hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, of course."

He knew in his heart that since the old man found him, he was inclined to his side, and it was unlikely that he would call the knight again, so he calmed down and said with a smile: "You really have a long history, if you didn't say it yourself , I really can't imagine that this is a text that an eighteen-year-old child can write."

  The old man turned his head to Zhang Yang and said, "This is to test you."

  Wang Qiyuan said with some embarrassment: "No, no, teacher, I dare not sit still when you say that. I'm just curious. How could Zhang Yang think of writing a martial arts novel at such a young age?"

  The old man said: "Does anyone still have a set age to write?"

Wang Qiyuan was stunned again, and said helplessly: "Teacher, I know you are angry, but people go to high places. The knight has the kindness to me, but I can't always be under his Li Shaogang because of this, right? I owe you , I don’t owe him a chivalrous man, if you want to scold me, I’ll stand here and let you scold me to your heart’s content, and let’s talk about other things after scolding, okay?”

   Zhang Yang heard that there seemed to be some old things in it, and glanced at the young man next to him. The young man also looked like "Don't look at me, I am also curious but don't know anything".

The old man also knows that he can't blame others for the job-hopping, but he is unhappy, but after all, Wang Qiyuan is no longer the brat he used to be, so he said that again. In front of his subordinates, he waved his hand and said: "Forget it, forget it, it's the past."

  Wang Qiyuan saw that the teacher didn't really mean to blame, so he felt relieved, and then looked at Zhang Yang.

  The young man next to him also looked at Zhang Yang curiously, recalling the content of the stories he had just read, with an expression of "I don't want to doubt, it's really too unbelievable".

  Zhang Yang smiled and said: "I have read martial arts novels since I was a child, but I feel that those martial arts novels are not the same as the martial arts I imagined."

  He repeated what he said to the old man yesterday, and finally said: "In my opinion, these are all young heroes."

   "Then what do you think is a hero?"

   "A great chivalrous man serves the country and the people."

  Martial arts novels are beginning to show signs of decline. Wang Qiyuan has been engaged in martial arts novels for many years, so of course he is clear about this. In fact, when the old man closed his pen, the development of martial arts novels had already reached the end. For more than six years, many people in the industry, including the four masters of martial arts, have also been working hard to find a way to break the game. From old to new, it's not even close.

   Now hearing these eight words, and remembering all the opening chapters of Shooting Condors, Wang Qiyuan was as if enlightened. Excited, he clapped his hands and praised: "Well said!"

  (end of this chapter)