Revive it!Wenhao Press

Submissions for the New Arts and Culture Awards have closed.But this does not mean the end, but the beginning.

Even so, daily life at Hoshinosha will not change immediately.

As Hoshinosha's first article published in the electronic archives, "Couple Goodness" has attracted a lot of attention.The click-through rate has been rising rapidly, and there have been a lot of positive comments on the Internet.

After sorting out these evaluations and handing them over to Oda Inu, the big dog who had been uneasy about his work finally let go of his heart.Oda Inu looked at the comments under his article page by page, and couldn't believe his eyes.

These people are praising him.

"Several days have passed, and most of the evaluations received are positive. Moreover, Mr. Oda's works have also attracted further attention to Hoshinosha's electronic archives, and the total number of visits has also increased recently!" Huali Chun continued to say excitedly, "In this way, whether it is using the Internet for publicity, or launching a new e-magazine in the future, there will be a better foundation."

"The list of nominees for the New Arts and Culture Awards will be released in a month," she clenched her fists. "Next, let's just wait for the good news."

After hearing these words, Oda Inu's eyes suddenly lit up with anticipation.

The more you get, the more greedy you get.

When he was wandering outside, he just wanted to protect the puppies and live well.But after coming to Hoshinosha, he wanted to change his destiny and write his own.

But after finally writing it, what he wanted suddenly became more and more.

I want to use my own to influence others, I want to touch others, I want to warm others.

Want to be recognized, admired.

Want to win a prize.

Would such a self be too greedy?But at this moment, he really felt very happy.

The Oda dog was still thinking in a daze, when suddenly there was a sound of dog paw pads slapping the floor in his ears.

He raised his head, and saw a row of three dog heads appearing by the door, staring at him with piercing eyes.

The dog heads from tall to short are Dazai Inu, Ango Inu, and Akutagawa Inu who helped him enter the electronic manuscript.

The little black dog looked obviously uncomfortable, his eyes looked at Dazai dog nervously from time to time, his body was a little stiff, his movements were like a puppet dog, he must have been dragged here.And Dazai Inu and Anwu Inu were holding a champagne bottle and a few glass goblets from nowhere in their mouths, and the invitation look on the fluffy dog's face could be seen at a glance.

The tip of the tail of the large reddish-brown dog involuntarily hid behind him, shaking slightly.In the end, he lifted his feet and walked towards the bar with them.

You are here too.then let's go.

the other side.

Hualichun was also looking at the message, but his eyes fell on one of the anonymous replies.

[After nine months, the words I said at the beginning still echo in my ears from time to time.When I found out that the writers of Hoshinosha were doing their best, I felt relieved, because I also did my best. 】

Although it was an anonymous comment, Hualichun knew that the person who left this comment must be Kaya Koyama.

……

On the fourth floor, Fitzgerald walks into his room with its panoramic windows, Jacuzzi and three saucepans.

The large golden retriever flicked its tail leisurely, walked to the corner of the room, pushed away an oil painting hanging on the wall, revealing the wall-mounted safe below, raised the dog's paw and entered a string of "didididi" password.

With a "click", the safe opened.The Fitzgerald was about to stretch out its paws to grab something, but when it saw what was in the safe, it stopped abruptly: "Wow!?"

Through the panoramic glass floor-to-ceiling windows, sunlight shines into the safe.I saw that this secret safe was actually empty, and the high-priced champagne he bought from an online auction just two days ago disappeared from the safe!

Seeing his own safe that had been ransacked, the big golden retriever stuffed the entire dog's head and upper body into the small safe in disbelief, ping-pong-pong, and the dog's tail outside the closet kept shaking from side to side due to emotion.

Suddenly, the Fitzgerald paused, his nose fluttered slightly, and then his face suddenly became ferocious: "Wow..."

It doesn't take any famous detective puppies to dispatch, and the identity of the wine thief is also clearly revealed.

He smelled it...it was the smell of a bandaged dog!

***

"Sure enough, the new one is also very powerful."

Qing Shuiming's thumb stayed on the phone screen for a long time, and what was displayed on the screen was the last sentence of "The Good Couple".

A few months ago, at the Bailang Society's Literary Newcomer Award, Qing Shuiming believed wholeheartedly when he delivered his acceptance speech that he, as a newcomer, would become the darling of the New Arts and Culture Award a few months later.However, time has passed, and now he can only watch helplessly as the masterpieces of writers who debuted later than him are pouring in, and he can't even win the serialization opportunity signed in a contract.

"Why can the writers of Hoshinosha write such works casually, but I can't." The young man looked pale, looked down at the phone screen and muttered to himself, "Don't talk about winning any awards, I will I can't even get the beginning of a qualified serialization..."

I didn't go to university, and I didn't want to go to Bailang Club.After all, since the last manuscript he sent was also rejected, Akira Shimizu had lost the courage to contact the editor.

However, the editorial department of "Literary Times" did not urge him as he imagined, but adopted a stocking policy for him, and even provided him with popular movie adaptation jobs for him to choose from.This made him even more uneasy.

For commercial considerations, the adaptation work is indeed quite good.The word count of the adaptation is around [-] words, and the delivery time is two months later.The plot only needs to be described in a straightforward manner according to the original work, and the writer does not need to think about it at all.

And according to Nishimura, basic adaptations can often bring writers seven or eight figures of income, and sales will also pave the way for their own initial prints in the future.Although this is someone else's story, once the sales are opened up through the written version, the sales figures will also be added to Akira Shimizu's resume.

But he was still hesitating.

—that was someone else's story, not his.

What mother said just now echoed in Qing Shuiming's ears over and over again.

Why did he fail repeatedly and suffer so much, even doubting whether he could continue writing, but he still couldn't hear the words "give up being a writer"?

Qing Shuiming slowly walked up the pedestrian bridge.

In the past few days, he hasn't eaten much, and he hasn't slept much.All the way here, his eyes suddenly blurred, and his knees suddenly softened.

The sky hits my eyes instantly, a sense of weightlessness comes, and the whistle of the car under the overpass suddenly becomes clear.Qing Shuiming realized that he was about to fall over the railing of the bridge.

It's over like this, is it really okay?

At this moment, he recalled the question he asked himself just now.

What's wrong with writing other people's stories?Why do you feel that writing is a painful thing, but you still can't give up?

Because I don't want it to end yet.

Because I haven't written my own...

Just when he was about to fall, someone suddenly grabbed his arm and helped him up firmly.

"Are you all right? Come on, hold me steady first."

A slightly nervous voice sounded from the ear.Qing Shuiming grabbed the opponent subconsciously and stood up straight.

Only then did he realize that most of his body was still inside the railing. Even if he fell just now, he would never fall.But at that moment, the feeling of falling clearly spread throughout his body.

Not the body, but the feeling of falling in the heart.

The well-meaning passer-by still held him firmly.What met Qing Shuiming's eyes was a tall man in his 30s with slightly long hair. He had an ordinary appearance, but he had a bit of an artistic atmosphere on his body.

"Can you walk by yourself?" the man asked him worriedly.

"Yeah." Qing Shuiming nodded, "I'm fine, you go first."

The man hesitated for a moment, but did not leave.

"Your complexion is terrible, and you look like you are going to faint at any time, so you can't let it go." He said, "You are about the same age as the students I teach. Where do you study? Do your parents know? "

"student?"

Qing Shuiming lowered his head, staring blankly at the steps under his feet, with a dazed expression.

"I'm not a student." Qing Shuiming stared at the cracks in the steps, "You don't understand. I'm a family."

However, unexpectedly, the man was stunned when he heard the words, and then suddenly realized.

"Mr. Shimizu? Are you Teacher Shimizu?" He asked hastily, "No wonder you seem familiar. I saw your advertisement on the tram a while ago, and I also read "Flying Diary" where you won the Newcomer Award! "

At this time, when he heard about the Newcomer Award from someone else, Akira Shimizu felt his words harsh.He was just about to say something casually to send people away, but the man's next sentence made him stop his blurted words.

"What a coincidence, although my main job is a music teacher, I also write." Xiang Kai said with some embarrassment, "Although it is not as good as Teacher Qingshui who has become a professional writer."

Qing Shuiming paused, then raised his head in astonishment: "Huh?"

……

"Xiang Kai... teacher."

In the family restaurant under the flyover, Qing Shuiming hesitated to add a title, and Xiang Kai, who was sitting opposite him, was suddenly at a loss.

"Although I have been called this by my students all the time, it is the first time to be called 'teacher' by my family." He scratched the back of his head, "Mr. Qingshui hasn't eaten breakfast yet. Let me treat you, after all, I am relatively young long……"

The hot hamburger was quickly served on the table, but Akira Shimizu glanced at it absent-mindedly and did not move.

He looked at Xiang Kai who was sitting opposite, feeling a little suspicious in his heart.

Is this person really a writer?He has seen many professional writers, but he has no impression of the mediocre face in front of him.

"Excuse me," Qing Shuiming asked, "Has Mr. Xiang Kai ever written any works? I don't know if I have ever read them."

Speaking of this, Xiang Kai suddenly became embarrassed.He fiddled with his fingers: "No, Xiaosheng... No, I haven't published an article in any publication so far..."

Ah, just a good writer, calling himself a writer.

Akira Shimizu looked away.Perhaps following this music teacher named Xiang Kai to the family restaurant was the last straw he grasped intuitively when he was drowning.But straws are just straws.

How can a mere writer, a layman, understand the real world of a writer.

Qing Shuiming was thinking like this, Xiang Kai suddenly picked up his bag, opened the zipper and searched inside: "However, although I haven't been able to publish my work anywhere so far, I have always kept the original manuscript with me, and I can read it at any time. Revise……"

While talking, he took out a stack of thick manuscripts from his bag and handed them to Qing Shuiming: "If Teacher Qing Shui is interested...I hope I can let you read it too."

Qing Shuiming had never encountered this kind of battle before. Looking at the manuscript handed to him, he couldn't help being stunned: "Huh?"

This good writer actually asked him to read such a thick manuscript on the spot?

And looking at the title of the book, it is still a historical legend that is quite unpopular now.

He can't even solve his own problems now, so how can he still have the energy to look at other people's problems?

"That's not it……"

Qing Shuiming faltered a few words, couldn't help raising his head to look at Xiang Kai, and simply asked: "Is it okay to let others see the ones that haven't been published yet? Are you not afraid of being plagiarized?"

"Huh?" Xiang Kai was taken aback, "Plagiarism?"

"...Ah, sorry. I didn't say anything."

Literature lovers should not think of the possibility that they may be plagiarized.After all, what I write is only an article with half a bottle of water.

Qing Shuiming also felt that what he said was a bit abrupt.He had no choice but to accept Xiang Kai's manuscript: "I'm sorry, I'll just read it..."

It's just a work written by mere literary lovers in their spare time.It won't be too difficult to read.It's good to give some advice roughly, and it's not like I can't even do this kind of thing.

Thinking in this way, Akira Shimizu opened the first page of "Ninja Onimaru".