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Over the next two days, something else happened.

First, teacher Zhang Qiuren called: I asked for leave for a week, and I couldn't come to teach Shaoting.

And arranged a bunch of self-study homework on the phone, telling Xu Shaoting not to relax himself, learning is like sailing against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat. If he spends all his time this week on eating, drinking and having fun, maybe he will come back. knowledge will be forgotten.

Xu Shaoting put down the phone and sighed, he didn't expect the karma of dropping out of school at the age of 16 in his previous life to be here. No, not to mention turning 16 years old a hundred years ago, it has a connection with "learning".

Shen Lingjun also called him that night.

He happened to pass by the telephone in the hallway, heard the ringing of the phone, and picked it up.

The male voice over there was still a little hoarse, and asked politely: "Is Mr. Xu Shaoting at home? Please ask him to answer the phone."

Shao Ting was holding the phone, it was the first time someone called him Mr. so seriously, he couldn't help but want to laugh, but he kept silent.

Over there, Shen Lingjun was still asking: "Hello? Excuse me...can you hear my voice?"

Immediately, he reacted and asked with a smile: "Shao Ting, did you answer the phone?"

Xu Shaoting admitted, and the two chatted on the phone for a while, Shen Lingjun thanked him, told his junior brother that he had received his sunflowers, and said that he would have a rest tomorrow, so he cleared out the weeds in the flowerpots and planted them with alfalfa seeds .

He just asked curiously: "Why did you send me alfalfa seeds? How could you think of sending sunflowers?"

"There is not much difference between alfalfa and grass. I feel that you should be able to feed it, brother." Xu Shaoting replied honestly.

Regarding sunflowers, he said: "Sunflowers are so practical. When the petals are gone, you can eat melon seeds."

As a result, the young man over there made a very magnetic laugh, which made people's ears burn.

With the help of the sunflower, the two chatted in different directions again, from "white people can't eat melon seeds" to "what is Mr. Zhang Qiuren busy with this week".

Xu Yanran came over to take a look as soon as she answered the phone in Shaoting, because she needed to confirm the travel time with a Mrs. Li by phone.

Seeing that his nephew was chatting, he went back to the living room to wait.During the period, she kept her ears up, and after an hour passed, Xu Yanran couldn't bear it anymore, she came to her nephew speechlessly, and heard him and the people over there talking about Zhang Qiuren lazily: "Teacher Zhang's lectures are very good, but He always likes to look at other beautiful girls, which is really unflattering."

Xu Yanran: "Who are you talking on the phone with? It's been more than an hour."

"When did you stand next to me?" Xu Shaoting was taken aback.

"It's because you were so engrossed in the chat that even a living person like me didn't see it."

"I'm on the phone with Mr. Shen Lingjun." Xu Shaoting replied seriously again.

"Where do you two men talk so much?"

Xu Yanran pursed her red lips, and looked at her nephew helplessly, "I thought you were enlightened, and which girl you've been talking on the phone for so long."

Xu Yanran said again: "It seems that you are not talking about serious things when you are chatting - no matter how serious things are, you should finish talking, please lend me the phone first."

Only then did Shao Ting realize that he and Shen Lingjun had been chatting for more than an hour. Thinking that Shen Lingjun was "recovering from a serious illness", he hurriedly said nonsense about taking good care of his body, so he didn't want to talk any more.He also complained quite seriously: "You should go to bed and rest, don't your ears hurt from talking with me for so long?"

Provoking the young man over there to let out another deep laugh, he just said softly before hanging up the phone:

"Good night, Mr. Xu."

"Sweet dreams."

Xu Yanran saw that her thin and handsome nephew, who lacked masculinity in the first place, had blushing ears and gave her a thief-like look.

Xu Yanran turned her back angrily, covered her ears and said, "Who wants to listen to you two big boys talking on the phone."

Said some boring stuff.

Only then did Xu Shaoting hold the microphone, and whispered with his mouth:

"Mr. Shen is also good night, and I wish you a sweet dream."

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But the two incidents of Mr. Zhang Qiuren and Mr. Shen Lingjun, compared with what happened at the door the next day, seemed less interesting.

It was just 09:30 in the morning, and Shaoting was sitting under the eaves of the corridor after breakfast, reciting words facing the large lawn in the backyard.

Teacher Zhang Qiuren’s words took it into his heart, so he divided his daily time into three parts, studying in the morning, writing novels in the afternoon, and spending free time in the evening, serving as time for rest and play.

But the idea is so good, he sat under the eaves, basking in the autumn morning of Shanghai, but he didn’t see the dry sunshine. Not only did he not wake up in the cold wind, but he became sleepy and started to peck the rice with his head up and down. up.

The maid at home trotted over and shouted "Master", Xu Shaoting's head suddenly nodded, and his head woke up with a jerk.

The maid saw the young man staring at his big and lifeless eyes, holding up his English textbook and reading English words like he was chanting.

"Young Master, please come to the living room. Mr. He is looking for you." The maid said, "Madam asked you to come here quickly, saying that there is something urgent."

Xu Shaoting was carrying an English textbook, and in less than half a minute on the road, he wondered who Mr. He was, let alone someone he knew in the past, right?

But he didn't know each other. Wouldn't it be easy to show his feet if we talked about it?

When they entered the living room, they first saw Xu Yanran and Mrs. Zhang sitting on the sofa facing a man.

As if hearing the footsteps of a young man, this Mr. He got up and turned to Xu Shaoting. He saw the face of Zhang Yuemo, a middle-aged man about 35 or six years old. This man was wearing a pair of square-frame silver-rimmed glasses. Fan, showing a kind smile with a literati atmosphere.

"Hello, kid, we meet again." The middle-aged literati said with a smile.

Because he had just seen this person yesterday, Xu Shaoting also recognized him. He walked over and asked puzzledly, "You, Editor He? Why did you come to my house?"

This person was the one who kindly helped him take over the manuscript yesterday, introduced himself as He, and was the editor of the editorial department of the Shanghai Morning News.

"Hey, it's me." Editor He's face was quite kind.

Xu Shaoting not only murmured in his heart, yesterday this person was only friendly, but today's eyes... are too friendly to make people suspicious.

"Is there something wrong with the manuscript?" Xu Shaoting couldn't help asking.

He has a bit of a bad association. It's unlikely that this story will be thought of to reflect the facts, right?

"Manuscript? The story of "A Great Way to Immortal Journey" is naturally very good." Editor He looked at Xu Shaoting, then turned to look at the two ladies on the sofa.

He was very puzzled and asked: "I said I was looking for Mr. Qian Fengmingyue, why did I call this kid who delivered the manuscript yesterday?"

Xu Yanran stared at her nails: "Well, you can ask Editor He yourself. He knows exactly where Mr. Qianfengmingyue is."

Editor-in-Chief He turned his head quickly, and guessed the relationship between the boy who was only fifteen or sixteen years old in front of him and the author: "Little friend, are you... the child of Mr. Qian Fengmingyue?"

Xu Shaoting: "I... am the author himself."

Editor-in-chief He showed a strange face: "What did you say?"

Xu Shaoting was also very puzzled: "I have already delivered the manuscript in person, why do you think I am not the author?"

"Don't be kidding, how can a child of your age write a novel with such sophisticated and amazing framework, rhythm, writing style and story." Editor-in-Chief He smiled broadly, "Don't be naughty, hurry up and call Mr. Qian Fengmingyue Come on, I have something serious to tell him."

Xu Shaoting: Wonderful, I didn't expect that one day he would encounter such a thing.

——May I ask how to let him prove that he is himself, that he is a thousand winds and bright moons?

Xu Yanran couldn't help laughing from the sidelines, and Mrs. Zhang also answered for Shaoting: "Mr. He, that novel was really written by the kid in front of you. He is Qianfengmingyue, and Qianfengmingyue is he."

Having been certified by the two ladies, and he couldn't think of a reason why they would deceive him, Editor-in-Chief He looked even weirder.

"Little friend, you Guigeng... huh?"

"16 years old."

"How many years have you been writing novels?"

Xu Shaoting: Good question. I have been writing novels for nearly six years, and I have written more than 1000 to [-] million words in total.

But he could only reply helplessly: "Last month, I started trying to write a novel, which is the first [-] characters of "The Way of the Great Dao" you saw."

Saying this, not to mention that Xu Shaoting felt very untrustworthy, Editor-in-Chief He really looked at him suspiciously.

Xu Shaoting had no choice but to make nonsense: "I have always liked reading vernacular novels. I used to like to write casually on draft paper when I had nothing to do. I have been writing like this for several years. This year I decided to write a complete story seriously."

I don't know if such nonsense can fool editor-in-chief He.

Shao Ting felt a little desperate, this editor had been reviewing manuscripts for many years, and he was right, no matter how you looked at the manuscripts he submitted, they were definitely not at a level that rookie authors could reach.

The writing of "A Great Way to Immortal Way" is too sophisticated, you can tell it is a mature work with only the first [-] characters.

Sure enough, the boy's answer fell, and the scene fell into an extremely quiet and silent atmosphere.

Xu Shaoting: "Well...the manuscript..."

Editor-in-Chief He suddenly laughed, Xu Shaoting shut up, the middle-aged literati took two steps forward, slapped him on the shoulder and slapped him several times.

His weak body swayed twice when he was photographed. He was about to resist this editor He's abrupt behavior when he heard the man say loudly:

"A hero comes out of a boy! Good!"

"Sir, just like Ye Yunqi, the protagonist in my novel, who just appeared on the stage. Although he looks unremarkable, he is a young man who is very lack of energy and is always ignored by others, but with the development of the subsequent plot, he is really a genius that cannot be underestimated." The proud son!"

Xu Shaoting: No, are you praising me or scolding me?

Seeing this editor-in-chief He, this 35-year-old middle-aged literati took a step back, and then bowed to him very seriously.

Shao Ting was taken aback, and hurried to help the uncle. Editor-in-Chief He took the opportunity to hold his hands and apologized sincerely: "Mr. Qianfeng, you are a humble person, I shouldn't underestimate you just because of your age."

Xu Shaoting broke free his hand silently. After the editor-in-chief He was obviously excited, he also recovered and returned to his usual stable appearance.

He and the boy in front of him turned their heads, and saw two ladies staring at the two of them from the theater.

Xu Shaoting didn't care, he walked over and said to Editor-in-Chief He, "Please sit down, don't stand there."

Editor-in-chief He walked over, just looked at the two ladies, and said tactfully: "Next, I want to have a chat with Mr. Qianfeng alone."

"Oh, okay, we're going out now." Mrs. Zhang replied, and got up with Xu Yanran after speaking.

It was just that the two of them left, and Eric brought tea and snacks again. After the editor-in-chief He and Xu Shaoting were completely left in the living room, he cleared his throat and looked squarely at Qianfengmingyue in front of him.

"To be honest." Editor-in-Chief He said, "I'm actually a very steady person."

Xu Shaoting: It's hard to believe.

Editor-in-Chief He: "I'm just scared by your age. I know that in writing, talent is more important than diligence, but before showing talent, a lot of practice in the early stage must be indispensable."

"So I was really scared by your age." Editor-in-Chief He sighed, "I have been in the industry for ten years, and this is the first time I have met an author whose age surprised me."

Xu Shaoting really didn't understand. He also felt that "A Great Way to Immortal Journey" was well written. After all, it combined all his writing experience in the past six years, although both Xu Yanran and Zhenzhen praised it as unparalleled in heaven and earth.

But Shaoting only believes that this is because the types and narrative methods of novels in this era are not as rich and colorful as those on the Internet a hundred years later.

Just imagine that "Fights Break the Sphere" was born a hundred years later. The sentence "30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor", combined with the plot of divorce, I don't know how many readers and authors have been amazed.

But in another five years, some people will start to say that the plot of "Fights Break Sphere" is old-fashioned, full of routines and nothing new.

As for Xu Huaiqing and Zhang Shi, who have more experience, although they read "The Way of the Great Dao" and praised the compactness of the story, they would judge the novel from another angle: meaning and theme.

In their view, good-looking novels are only the most basic requirement, and it is more important whether a novel has enough vigilant themes and meanings.

"The Great Way" now only has the first [-] words. If you have to talk about the main theme, it is naturally "resistance", which is the protagonist's "my fate is up to me". plot...

It just became a verbal yell, without writing the true connotation of "resistance" and "self" at all, it was purely covered in such a cover, and the essence was still telling a story that was "exciting" in the reading process.

"You praise me too much." Thinking of what Xu Huaiqing said to him, Xu Shaoting fell silent.

He said: "I cannot accept such a compliment from you."

Editor-in-Chief He: "What's wrong with that?"

He shook his head disapprovingly: "Mr. Qianfeng, you shouldn't underestimate yourself."