Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

Standing up, he took out the energy-replenishing drink that he had prepared earlier from the refrigerator, poured it into his mouth, and exhaled deeply, only then did he feel that his spirit had lifted a little.

Reaching out his hand to wipe off the little spilled water from the corner of his mouth, he put the drink back into the refrigerator, and he slowly returned to his room.

When he was sitting in the room, thinking about what he should do next, the phone's ringtone gradually rang, making him focus on the buzzing phone in his pocket.

He took it out, then glanced at the strange phone, and he chose to connect.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Akizuki Takashi?"

"......it's me."

Hearing the other party's address, Xiaosan's expression became a little more serious, he pursed his lips, and confirmed his identity in a solemn tone.

He is a person in the traditional publishing industry. This is the pen name he chose to use when he sent out his work. After removing the last "three" in his name, he named it "Qiu Yue Xiao".

"I am the editor of Shinchosha, Okumuragawa. You can call me Okuda. We are very interested in the work "Sinking Realm" contributed by Mr. Akizuki. I wonder if there is a chance to discuss it?"

The other party's spoken language was clear, neither humble nor overbearing, neither would make people feel rude, but did not make people feel much kindness, as if it was a routine... although it was indeed a routine.

The first person to contact him would be Xinchaoshe, Xiaosan was somewhat surprised in his heart.

Judging from Xiaosan's own personal preferences, he is more inclined to select the literary spring and autumn of the Akutagawa Award and the Naoki Award, but he did not expect that the person who contacted him first would be someone from Shinchosha.

As an age comparable to literature and art, but with a longer history, Shinchosha also has a very famous award in the industry, the Mishima Yukio Award known as "pure literature ascends the dragon's gate".

Unable to help his eyes move slightly, Xiao San hesitated.

"This year's Mishima Award has already been selected, even if it is handed over to Shinchosha, it will not be famous in a short time, but..."

People from Wenyi Chunqiu didn't come to contact him, which made Xiaosan couldn't help but want to defect to Xinchao Club. The sense of urgency in his heart made him unable to accept the feeling of being ignored.

Even after today, people from Wenyi Chunqiu are willing to contact Xiaosan, but if they contact Xiaosan's Xinchao Club in advance, they will give Xiaosan a feeling that they pay more attention to his feelings and ideas than Wenyi Chunqiu.

Sitting silently in his room, Xiao San hesitated.

And Okumuragawa was not in a hurry to ask Xiao San to give an answer, he sat quietly in his office, with the half-burned cigarette between his fingers, quietly waiting for the other party's answer.

As a publishing house with a long history and considerable industry status, he has enough confidence to believe that the other party chooses his own publishing house.

The other party is a very talented person, Okumuragawa thinks so.

Originally, when he saw that the author’s name was a newcomer who had never heard of it, Okumuragawa couldn’t help but feel a little tired and helpless in his heart, and used a working attitude to look through the messy posts from those newcomers who thought they had enough skills work.

Isn't it a common thing?

Young people, after reading those classic works, were infected by the melancholy mood, and under the turmoil of their hearts, they imitated the original works and submitted them to the publication with the arrogance and pride that young people often have. society.

Let those editors whose job it is to discover emerging writers, accept over and over again that kind of nonsense, except for gorgeous rhetoric, no connotation, and wrong words, constantly destroying their own spirit.

After all, there are very few real geniuses, and there are only those fools who think they are geniuses.

Perhaps, his words were a little more intense, but that's the truth, isn't it?

On that day, Okumuragawa didn't have any expectations, but according to the usual practice, he was going to flip through it casually, and then give a comment, as an encouragement for newcomers, and then type this work back.

But after opening the work, his attention was gradually attracted by the work, and he was shocked by the emotional tone and content of the work.

If it is a shocking work, it is definitely not enough, but it is enough to be called a rare masterpiece.

After carefully reviewing it, I confirmed the style of writing and the habit of using words. It was not some big guy in a small waistcoat who took the initiative to contact the other party, that is, Xiaosan.

"Before I answer Mr. Okuda, I would like to ask a question."

Xiaosan did not rush to make a choice, but raised a question.

"Please say."

Okumuragawa sat in his room, took a light puff of the cigarette in his hand, and waited for Xiaosan's question.

After deliberating his words, Xiao San took a deep breath and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Can my work win an award?"

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Okumuragawa didn't feel so surprised when he breathed out the smoke from his mouth and lungs, as long as he was a talented person, no one would not be interested in the awards, if there were, those people could only be said to be simple weirdos up.

Secularity is an unavoidable thing.

Most of the people living in this world are ordinary people.

The word sage, or this existence.

It is too far away from them.

After thinking carefully, Okumuragawa closed his eyes, thought carefully, and then gave an affirmative answer.

"Honestly, it's hard."

"Is there a chance?"

Hearing Xiaosan's question, he couldn't help lowering his voice a little, but the corners of Okumuragawa's mouth turned up slightly.

"Of course, there must be an opportunity, but I don't know if Mr. Qiuyue is willing to seize it."

Xiaosan is not a fool, he naturally understood the meaning of Okumuragawa's words, sitting in the room, his index finger tapping the desk could not help but pause, and took a deep breath.

"Where do we meet?"